Tour of the USA. Road to Alaska. Entertaining alaska
At first we didn't plan to go to Alaska. I called this LJ before the start of the expedition: “48 states in 6 months” (then it seemed to us that we would not be able to withstand more than half a year on the road). After seven and a half months of wandering, we went to Montana for the winter, leaving thirteen states for the next season, plus "we'll see with Alaska." The following spring, we drove around the south of the country and, approximately to Florida, Alaska in our conversations became a full member of the remaining states, and by the end of the fourth part, it was an honorable final stage, for which we agreed to allocate a month and a half. Upon arrival in Washington, we were already sure that we would stay in the northern state until the new year, and by the time of departure it became completely clear that we were not going to Alaska, but were moving. The call of the ancestors, however.
For our modest belongings (these things were waiting for us in our parent's garage while we lived in Hawaii), we rent a small trailer from the famous company for moving people - Uhaul, or “Transport yourself”. 
The northeastern part of Washington State is notable for red, rocky-clay mountains and Indian reservations. On the first day we drive 270 miles (435 km). 
On the second day in the morning we cross the border with Canada “Wintering to Alaska? This is the first time I see this” and we start a marathon with a length of 4.185 kilometers. 
Numbers of the southwestern province of Canada "Beautiful British Columbia". 
Further and further north, into the Canadian wilderness. We stop for the night in mobile home parks. Quiet, wild, cold, but sleep well. 
Swollen and muddy autumn rivers after the first September snow in the mountains. Neat and decent towns and villages alternate with dull and half-abandoned ones. 
On the third day, we climb into the upper part of British Columbia. The track has long turned from a highway into an ordinary bumpy road, without markings and roadsides. Somewhere to our left lies coastal Alaska. Oncoming cars - one in five minutes. Passengers - one per hour. 
Third night on the shore of Kluachon lake. The nearest full-fledged city (seventy thousand inhabitants) is 850 kilometers away. The last time we were so far from civilization was in the village of Esso in Kamchatka. 
We are starting to get on the road. Someone might think that we are used to long journeys, since we have traveled all over America. Not really. We only once had a long haul from Denver to Boston, and the rest of the time we almost never drove more than three or four hours a day, because during this time we usually managed to arrive at the next stop. Here we have been driving for ten or more hours for the third day. And yet we are somewhere in the middle of the road.
For more than ten hours, I don’t want to drive even then, so as not to miss the surrounding beauty in the dark. 
There are no problems with petrol. In those places where the distance between gas stations is more than 70-80 kilometers, there are warning signs at the exits from the villages. In these parts, as a rule, you fill up first, then you pay. 
We're going to Yukon. 
Numbers of the northwestern province of Canada with a gold prospector and the name of the legendary Klondike River. 
At the entrance to the village of Teslin, you can relax in the gazebo and admire the surroundings. 
For motorcyclists, such places of rest are more relevant than for motorists. The kid drove to Anchorage from Denver, Colorado, a 10,000-kilometer walk. 
Someone does not give up and continues to drive the legend over long distances. 
From afar I spotted an unusually regular-shaped sleeping bag and a nice pickup truck. And, of course, a European. 
At first we didn't plan to go to Alaska. I called this LJ before the start of the expedition: “48 states in 6 months” (then it seemed to us that we would not be able to withstand more than half a year on the road). After seven and a half months of wandering, we went to Montana for the winter, leaving thirteen states for the next season, plus "we'll see with Alaska." The following spring, we drove around the south of the country and, approximately to Florida, Alaska in our conversations became a full member of the remaining states, and by the end of the fourth part, it was an honorable final stage, for which we agreed to allocate a month and a half. Upon arrival in Washington, we were already sure that we would stay in the northern state until the new year, and by the time of departure it became completely clear that we were not going to Alaska, but were moving. The call of the ancestors, however.
2. For our modest possessions (these things were waiting for us in the parent's garage while we lived in Hawaii), we rent a small trailer from the famous company for moving people - Uhaul, or “Transport yourself”.
3. The northeastern part of the state of Washington is notable for red, rocky-clay mountains and Indian reservations. On the first day we drive 270 miles (435 km).
4. On the second day in the morning we cross the border with Canada “Wintering to Alaska? This is the first time I see this” and we start a marathon with a length of 4.185 kilometers.
5. Numbers of the southwestern province of Canada "Beautiful British Columbia".
7. Swollen and muddy autumn rivers after the first September snow in the mountains. Neat and decent towns and villages alternate with dull and half-abandoned ones.
8. On the third day we climb into the upper part of British Columbia. The track has long turned from a highway into an ordinary bumpy road, without markings and roadsides. Somewhere to our left lies coastal Alaska. Oncoming cars - one in five minutes. Passengers - one per hour.
9. Third night on the shores of Kluachon lake. The nearest full-fledged city (seventy thousand inhabitants) is 850 kilometers away. The last time we were so far from civilization was in the village of Esso in Kamchatka.
10. We begin to get involved in the road. Someone might think that we are used to long journeys, since we have traveled all over America. Not really. We only once had a long haul from Denver to Boston, and the rest of the time we almost never drove more than three or four hours a day, because during this time we usually managed to arrive at the next stop. Here we have been driving for ten or more hours for the third day. And yet we are somewhere in the middle of the road.
11. For more than ten hours, I don’t want to drive again and then, so as not to miss the surrounding beauty in the dark.
12. There are no problems with gasoline. In those places where the distance between gas stations is more than 70-80 kilometers, there are warning signs at the exits from the villages. In these parts, as a rule, you fill up first, then you pay.
13. We visit the Yukon province.
14. Numbers of the northwestern province of Canada with a gold prospector and the name of the legendary Klondike River.
15. At the entrance to the village of Teslin, you can relax in the gazebo and admire the surroundings.
16. For motorcyclists, such places of rest are more relevant than for motorists. The kid drove to Anchorage from Denver, Colorado, a 10,000-kilometer walk.
17. Someone does not give up and continues to drive the legend over long distances.
18. From afar I spotted an unusually regular sleeping bag and a nice pickup truck. And, of course, a European.
19. Another overnight stay on the Second Highway. Yes, we turned off the wide road (the First Alaska Highway) onto the path blazed two centuries ago by gold miners.
20. And this is not a joke. Once upon a time, the trail of money lovers and adventurers ran here, which began in the bay of the village of Skagway, then crossed the White Pass and through the long, painful and dangerous 700 kilometers led exhausted walkers to Dawson. That's where we're heading too.
Jack London was one of my favorite childhood writers. I could retell his novel “The Sea Wolf” from memory (once at school we had to write a summary of any work, so I happily and in detail described the fight between the sailors and Wolf Larsen in the cockpit of the schooner “Ghost”). Martin Eden, The Straitjacket, The Little Lady of the Big House, Tales from the South Seas - all this was insanely interesting and read to holes. But the "northern works" - the novels White Fang, The Daughter of the Snows, Time Doesn't Wait, and numerous stories from the collections "Children of the Frost", "The God of His Fathers" and "The Son of the Wolf" - for some reason always caught on in a special way.
In general, northern nature and northern life have always fascinated and attracted. Only not the bare, dull tundra, but the northern mountains and taiga, northern lakes and rivers. I also really like Hawaii, don't you think, but there is something in these harsh, sad and cold lands. Something that is not found anywhere else and that is difficult to explain in words. Here London wrote well and tasty about all this, and on winter evenings under the light of a street lamp, breaking my eyes ("turn off the light, it's time to sleep!"), I read all this. About the North in general, and about the Klondike and Dawson in particular. And then I had the opportunity to personally appear in the places that I painted in my head as a teenager.
21. Hello, Dawson! The roads are sand and clay, the sidewalks are wooden - little has changed here since the fever.
22. Huts still stand two blocks from the center. Prospectors?
23. The city museum will tell the tourist all about the hard times.
24. But I'm more interested in another museum. If I had got here twenty years ago, I probably would have felt like a Muslim in Mecca, a Christian at the Holy Sepulcher or a Scuderia fan at the Ferrari base in Maranello. Exciting, in general.
25. Jack lived in this hut in the winter of 1897, when he also contracted Klondike fever and went to Dawson for golden happiness.
26. In the end, the guy (he was then 21 years old) was left without a penny of money, without front teeth due to scurvy, but with pain in his leg and scars on his face.
27. And also with ideas and characters for his future works, which, after only two years, brought him $ 70,000 by today's standards and worldwide fame.
28. Cool summers and long, cold winters in Dawson are diluted with bright colors of houses.
29. The village arose as a campground in 1897, six months after the Indian Jim Skookum and the European Dorge Carmack accidentally found gold in a small stream called Hare, which was later renamed Bonanza.
30. The news that there was more golden sand lying around at the bottom of the river than in the washed tray of the prospector spread throughout America and thousands of adventurers and easy, as they mistakenly assumed, money were drawn to the Klondike.
31. Just two years later, Dawson already had about 40,000 people. By comparison, Seattle, the largest city in the northwestern United States, had about 70,000 people at the same time.
32. But a year later, the gold rush ended and almost all the prospectors and their "service personnel" left, leaving behind an almost empty city and torn neighborhoods. And after another twelve years, these people also departed, and the population of Dawson shrank to 600 inhabitants.
33. Since then, the town with a golden past somehow existed in its wilderness, digging the remaining metal, until the first tourists flocked here in the sixties. Today, the former Yukon capital is home to about 1,300 people, hosting about 70,000 visitors each year.
34. Noisy and busy in the center. Lots of travel cars.
35. Shoe brushes are installed on every porch and are in demand in any season.
36. Funeral home. Residents value their history, so many houses have stands with photos and stories.
37. Very beautiful, original and original. In the snowy winter it will be generally good here.
38. London Grill.
39. In recent years, climate warming has raised concerns about the future of Dawson, built on permafrost.
40. Gold Rush-era wheeled parachutes continue to be in service.
41. In the distance, a ferry is pushing - the city has not built a bridge over the river, therefore, at its own expense, it transports vehicles passing in the direction of Alaska.
42. Ethnography of the Yukon.
43. Flora-Dora Hotel. This needs to be restored - tourists will pour in droves.
44. It may seem so to us, but on local northern roads, the percentage of motorcycle travelers is higher than the state average.
45. It's time to cross to the other side. A couple more months, and here it will be possible to drive on their own until spring.
46. Toshik with Yuhoshik as passengers cross the great Yukon.
47. On the other side, a grader is working tirelessly, constantly correcting the pier.
48. We liked Dawson. Remote, harsh and lonely, a real destination for the traveler.
49. Muddy Yukon flows from right to left, Klondike from the depth of the picture to the left. A large yellow square along the road in the distance is a "foundation" of clay and sand for a new district.
50. One more tick in the list of places "I wish I could go there, but do you really need to go there."
52. Ok, not all 170 kilometers.
53. But in those places where the clouds diverge, it takes your breath away. Oh, and all the way we drive on wet, sometimes slippery, sometimes viscous, gravel road throwing the rear of the car. With a trailer it's a separate buzz.
54. We cross the border "Guys, you're cool, I'm a traveler myself" and stop by the last, fiftieth state in our one and a half year expedition.
55. We descend from the mountains and before the next overnight stay we put ourselves in order. Another 500 kilometers and we are in Anchorage.
56. Parking lots along the roads are crammed with pickup trucks with empty trailers - these are hunters who brought their ATVs and dispersed through the forests in search of an elk.
57. And here are the glaciers. Melted in recent years, of course, but still impressive.
58. Alaska immediately laid out before us delicious autumn colors with scents, enchanted blue-crystal lakes and dizzying snowy peaks. Something tells me we'll love it here :)
At first we didn't plan to go to Alaska. I called this LJ before the start of the expedition: “48 states in 6 months” (then it seemed to us that we would not be able to withstand more than half a year on the road). After seven and a half months of wandering, we went to Montana for the winter, leaving thirteen states for the next season, plus "we'll see with Alaska." The following spring, we drove around the south of the country and, approximately to Florida, Alaska in our conversations became a full member of the remaining states, and by the end of the fourth part, it was an honorable final stage, for which we agreed to allocate a month and a half. Upon arrival in Washington, we were already sure that we would stay in the northern state until the new year, and by the time of departure it became completely clear that we were not going to Alaska, but were moving. The call of the ancestors, however.
2. For our modest possessions (these things were waiting for us in the parent's garage while we lived in Hawaii), we rent a small trailer from the famous company for moving people - Uhaul, or “Transport yourself”.
3. The northeastern part of the state of Washington is notable for red, rocky-clay mountains and Indian reservations. On the first day we drive 270 miles (435 km).
4. On the second day in the morning we cross the border with Canada “Wintering to Alaska? This is the first time I see this” and we start a marathon with a length of 4.185 kilometers.
5. Numbers of the southwestern province of Canada "Beautiful British Columbia".
7. Swollen and muddy autumn rivers after the first September snow in the mountains. Neat and decent towns and villages alternate with dull and half-abandoned ones.
8. On the third day we climb into the upper part of British Columbia. The track has long turned from a highway into an ordinary bumpy road, without markings and roadsides. Somewhere to our left lies coastal Alaska. Oncoming cars - one in five minutes. Passengers - one per hour.
9. Third night on the shores of Kluachon lake. The nearest full-fledged city (seventy thousand inhabitants) is 850 kilometers away. The last time we were so far from civilization was in the village of Esso in Kamchatka.
10. We begin to get involved in the road. Someone might think that we are used to long journeys, since we have traveled all over America. Not really. We only once had a long haul from Denver to Boston, and the rest of the time we almost never drove more than three or four hours a day, because during this time we usually managed to arrive at the next stop. Here we have been driving for ten or more hours for the third day. And yet we are somewhere in the middle of the road.
11. For more than ten hours, I don’t want to drive again and then, so as not to miss the surrounding beauty in the dark.
12. There are no problems with gasoline. In those places where the distance between gas stations is more than 70-80 kilometers, there are warning signs at the exits from the villages. In these parts, as a rule, you fill up first, then you pay.
13. We visit the Yukon province.
14. Numbers of the northwestern province of Canada with a gold prospector and the name of the legendary Klondike River.
15. At the entrance to the village of Teslin, you can relax in the gazebo and admire the surroundings.
16. For motorcyclists, such places of rest are more relevant than for motorists. The kid drove to Anchorage from Denver, Colorado, a 10,000-kilometer walk.
17. Someone does not give up and continues to drive the legend over long distances.
18. From afar I spotted an unusually regular sleeping bag and a nice pickup truck. And, of course, a European.
19. Another overnight stay on the Second Highway. Yes, we turned off the wide road (the First Alaska Highway) onto the path blazed two centuries ago by gold miners.
20. And this is not a joke. Once upon a time, the trail of money lovers and adventurers ran here, which began in the bay of the village of Skagway, then crossed the White Pass and through the long, painful and dangerous 700 kilometers led exhausted walkers to Dawson. That's where we're heading too.
Jack London was one of my favorite childhood writers. I could retell his novel “The Sea Wolf” from memory (once at school we had to write a summary of any work, so I happily and in detail described the fight between the sailors and Wolf Larsen in the cockpit of the schooner “Ghost”). Martin Eden, The Straitjacket, The Little Lady of the Big House, Tales from the South Seas - all this was insanely interesting and read to holes. But the "northern works" - the novels White Fang, The Daughter of the Snows, Time Doesn't Wait, and numerous stories from the collections "Children of the Frost", "The God of His Fathers" and "The Son of the Wolf" - for some reason always caught on in a special way.
In general, northern nature and northern life have always fascinated and attracted. Only not the bare, dull tundra, but the northern mountains and taiga, northern lakes and rivers. I also really like Hawaii, don't you think, but there is something in these harsh, sad and cold lands. Something that is not found anywhere else and that is difficult to explain in words. Here London wrote well and tasty about all this, and on winter evenings under the light of a street lamp, breaking my eyes ("turn off the light, it's time to sleep!"), I read all this. About the North in general, and about the Klondike and Dawson in particular. And then I had the opportunity to personally appear in the places that I painted in my head as a teenager.
21. Hello, Dawson! The roads are sand and clay, the sidewalks are wooden - little has changed here since the fever.
22. Huts still stand two blocks from the center. Prospectors?
23. The city museum will tell the tourist all about the hard times.
24. But I'm more interested in another museum. If I had got here twenty years ago, I probably would have felt like a Muslim in Mecca, a Christian at the Holy Sepulcher or a Scuderia fan at the Ferrari base in Maranello. Exciting, in general.
25. Jack lived in this hut in the winter of 1897, when he also contracted Klondike fever and went to Dawson for golden happiness.
26. In the end, the guy (he was then 21 years old) was left without a penny of money, without front teeth due to scurvy, but with pain in his leg and scars on his face.
27. And also with ideas and characters for his future works, which, after only two years, brought him $ 70,000 by today's standards and worldwide fame.
28. Cool summers and long, cold winters in Dawson are diluted with bright colors of houses.
29. The village arose as a campground in 1897, six months after the Indian Jim Skookum and the European Dorge Carmack accidentally found gold in a small stream called Hare, which was later renamed Bonanza.
30. The news that there was more golden sand lying around at the bottom of the river than in the washed tray of the prospector spread throughout America and thousands of adventurers and easy, as they mistakenly assumed, money were drawn to the Klondike.
31. Just two years later, Dawson already had about 40,000 people. By comparison, Seattle, the largest city in the northwestern United States, had about 70,000 people at the same time.
32. But a year later, the gold rush ended and almost all the prospectors and their "service personnel" left, leaving behind an almost empty city and torn neighborhoods. And after another twelve years, these people also departed, and the population of Dawson shrank to 600 inhabitants.
33. Since then, the town with a golden past somehow existed in its wilderness, digging the remaining metal, until the first tourists flocked here in the sixties. Today, the former Yukon capital is home to about 1,300 people, hosting about 70,000 visitors each year.
34. Noisy and busy in the center. Lots of travel cars.
35. Shoe brushes are installed on every porch and are in demand in any season.
36. Funeral home. Residents value their history, so many houses have stands with photos and stories.
37. Very beautiful, original and original. In the snowy winter it will be generally good here.
38. London Grill.
39. In recent years, climate warming has raised concerns about the future of Dawson, built on permafrost.
40. Gold Rush-era wheeled parachutes continue to be in service.
41. In the distance, a ferry is pushing - the city has not built a bridge over the river, therefore, at its own expense, it transports vehicles passing in the direction of Alaska.
42. Ethnography of the Yukon.
43. Flora-Dora Hotel. This needs to be restored - tourists will pour in droves.
44. It may seem so to us, but on local northern roads, the percentage of motorcycle travelers is higher than the state average.
45. It's time to cross to the other side. A couple more months, and here it will be possible to drive on their own until spring.
46. Toshik with Yuhoshik as passengers cross the great Yukon.
47. On the other side, a grader is working tirelessly, constantly correcting the pier.
48. We liked Dawson. Remote, harsh and lonely, a real destination for the traveler.
49. Muddy Yukon flows from right to left, Klondike from the depth of the picture to the left. A large yellow square along the road in the distance is a "foundation" of clay and sand for a new district.
50. One more tick in the list of places "I wish I could go there, but do you really need to go there."
52. Ok, not all 170 kilometers.
53. But in those places where the clouds diverge, it takes your breath away. Oh, and all the way we drive on wet, sometimes slippery, sometimes viscous, gravel road throwing the rear of the car. With a trailer it's a separate buzz.
54. We cross the border "Guys, you're cool, I'm a traveler myself" and stop by the last, fiftieth state in our one and a half year expedition.
55. We descend from the mountains and before the next overnight stay we put ourselves in order. Another 500 kilometers and we are in Anchorage.
56. Parking lots along the roads are crammed with pickup trucks with empty trailers - these are hunters who brought their ATVs and dispersed through the forests in search of an elk.
57. And here are the glaciers. Melted in recent years, of course, but still impressive.
58. Alaska immediately laid out before us delicious autumn colors with scents, enchanted blue-crystal lakes and dizzying snowy peaks. Something tells me we'll love it here :)
