Saturday, July 10, 2010

Alaska Highway

I first drove the Alaska Highway 24 years ago. I can't even say why.


It's not like I set out looking for someplace cold and remote, lonely and expensive.


It might have been as simple as looking at my untidy romantic situation, looking at my road atlas and figuring out how to put as much distance between the two as possible. I took all of my accumulated vacation, comp time and sick leave, stuffed my car with snack food and borrowed camp gear.


With credit cards in hand, I set off for the wilderness.


I covered more than 11,000 miles through Canada and Alaska in less than three weeks, and my little Honda two-seater was never the same. Neither was I, for that matter. Within a couple years I uprooted my city life and flagging career prospects and moved to Anchorage.


I'm setting out again this summer, towing a 22-foot C-Dory boat behind my overstuffed truck. I leave town in an attention deficit flurry, my orderly packing list devolving into a final shoving match of random crap into already occupied corners. The rear suspension sighs in disbelief.


I drive north, dragging two tons of maritime expenditures and unrealistic expectations. I plan on chasing humpback whales in Southeast Alaska, swimming with belugas in Hudson Bay and mingling amongst the grizzlies along the Katmai Coast. Even the most perfunctory reading of a roadmap belies the lunacy of my ambitions, but I drive north cloaked in a familiar air of denial.


It's a quick run to the Canada border, but I forget the enormous expanse of geography that British Columbia occupies. Just reaching the Alaska Highway's start is 800 miles hard driving. I wind slowly up the Fraser River valley, cross the Rockies and continue rolling north through more than 1000 miles of boreal forest.


Too cheap to get a hotel room, I slept fitfully in the boat at a roadside pullout, jarred by passing trucks and the unfamiliar bunk.


At dawn Emily, the British voice inside my GPS offers the briefest instructions. "In 679 miles, turn left."


It's going to be a long day. On the upside, I won't get lost.


The highway unwinds like an endless repeating loop of two-lane asphalt and scabby spruce forest. The scene is enlivened by an occasional moose, beaver dam or foraging black bear. The FM radio scans the ether without catching a signal for hours.


It feels like I'm driving to Godot, getting 11 miles per gallon.


8 comments:

James said...

Looking forward to hearing more about the adventure. Are you blogging this during the trip (sounds difficult given the remoteness), or is this a retrospective?

Iain D. Williams said...

Safe travels and great snaps Paul, Iain

Sankara Subramanian C said...

Safe travels! Look forward to reading your Alaskan stories. This is one place I have always been fascinated by, but have never been to. Hope to get inspired by your travels and spend a long while in Alaska.

Pat Morrissey said...

Good luck.
I hope you're not listening to the soundtrack from "Into the Wild" on the road.

Paul Souders said...

Thanks guys. I'm a little behind with the blog, but hope to catch up since the weather's turned crappy and I have a bit more time to work on the laptop.

Stay tuned...

Bruce Wood said...

Hooray, Paul. With college bills waiting, no excursions for me this summer. You are it. Let's have some fun!

Steve said...

Being a road-trip man myself, I love the way you've written this!

adamstevensphotography said...

Yea, good to see you back here! I had been waiting. Sounds like fun. I would leave the C Dory on the trailer though. Boats are expensive when they are in the water.