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December 72018

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Home Base (Wisconsin)
July 172018

Home Base Wisconsin

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If you don’t know who Lawrence Welk is, you are a cottonheaded ninny muggins.

We ended up getting into the Homestead area about 3 in the morning.  Not really the best time to visit the place, but we didn’t have the time to dick around until the sun came up.

So we meandered around the grounds, checking out any placards or information that we could read on our own.  Kind of amazing this dude came from such humble beginnings.

Welk went from barnyard babes to champagne ladies.  Oooh la la.

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Glendive Montana
July 152018

Glendive was the last stop on our 2018 trip during daylight hours.

On one of our previous WVO road trips, we visited this “Dinosaur” Museum. It’s a creationist museum where they try to merge the Jurassic and Bronze Age eras.  The staff was rather rude, and because we didn’t spout off the usual creationist talking points, they proceeded to follow us around as if we were going to steal their Noah’s Ark Diorama.  News flash: we didn’t.

Everything was shutting down, so the only food we could find was at the Gust Hoff bar.  Not a bad place actually.

Off to Wisconsin!


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Lindsay Montana
July 152018

Right around here, a bee flew into the driver’s side window and jammed into the crease between my glasses and my cheek.  It stung me right away.  It was a bit of a ‘crisis,’ because when I was a kid, I was allergic.  And I didn’t have any medicine with me.

Thankfully, my good friend Glenn had some Benedril and I survived.

If we would have been on the show “Ice Road Truckers,” this ‘crisis’ would have been a season finale cliff hanger.

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It was getting hotter and hotter, so we stopped at a tiny general store in Montana.  We were hoping to find a ice-chest full of popsicles or ice cream to devour. As we turned off the van, we heard a tire hissing. This isn’t atypical; most of our trips are tens of thousands of miles long, and a popped tires is to be periodically expected.  However, no matter how much we stroked the tire, we couldn’t find the leak.  For an audible leak, we should be able to find it easily.

After a few minutes and several locals inquiring about us crouching near the van, we found the problem: the rear AC line had a hole rubbed in the line.  SHIT!  If it was loud enough to hear, then it’s a TERRIBLE leak.

We figured at this point, it was too much effort to access this metal line on a roadside repair, so we’ll just have to rough it until we get back to Wisconsin.  Then we could take the tire off, front shock and mounting bushings out of the way, so we could access this framerail-mounted AC line better.

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Giltedge Ghost Town
July 152018

Glenn has a thing for Ghost Towns and Petrified Forests. So we drove into the abyss…

We stopped in at a bar and asked the locals for suggestions on things to see.  Some women suggested we get ass-raped in a nearby ghost town, named Giltedge. Jumping to the opportunity, Glenn insisted we investigate this area. I still don’t know if he genuinely wanted to see the old buildings or if he wanted to felch his haunted cum out his butthole.

Anyway, we drove to where the maps suggested this Ghost Town existed, and we found some abandoned buildings.  IDK.  It was interesting, but not really worth the drive.

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Lewistown is a pleasant place along highway 87.

The downtown looks like something out of an old west movie.

We visited the Central Montana Museum to get out of the heat.  Our AC was busted and it was getting annoying driving around in a 100-degree van in July.

I’m 99% sure I had that exact same map on my wall in my room when I was a kid.

Now that we were stateside, we could get some fresh fruit and vegetables without worrying about the border patrol getting their panties in a bunch.  I was long overdue for some fresh fruit.  I was constipated since the massive meat meals we ate in Tuktoyaktuk.

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Judith Basin Country
July 152018

The Judith Basin Country Sign.

“The Judith Basin occupies a central place in Montana’s history. For centuries, the lush grasses of the region attracted large numbers of buffalo, antelope, and deer. The abundant game, in turn, drew Indian hunting parties to this area. By the late 1870’s, the Indians had been confined to reservations outside the basin and most of the buffalo were gone. Montana cattlemen moved into the area in 1880. By 1885 cattle grazed in this valley. Outfits active in the area were the Judith Cattle Company, the renowned Davis – Houser – Stuart (DHS) Ranch, and Conrad Kohrs and Nick Bielenberg. Artist Charlie Russell, who gained much of his early experience as a cowboy here during the 1880’s, later captured the area’s rich and colorful history in some of his most famous paintings. After the cattlemen came the homesteaders, many of them drawn to this agricultural fertile area by the marketing of the Great Northern and Milwaukee Road Railroads.”

To summarize, the native people were displaced, wealthy people moved in, the indigenous wildlife was exterminated, and let’s stop worrying about what happened prior to 1900.

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Heading south back to the States. Haven’t had a rest since our breakdown in Fort Nelson British Columbia.

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On our southbound trip in 2018, we had a transmission problem that forced us to limp the van back to Fort Nelson for repairs.

We got into Fort Nelson in the middle of the night.  Since it’s not very safe to drive at night on the Alaska Hwy, we found a section of road on the south side of town to park and rest until sunrise.  When the sun risen, we fixed the windshield and took some drone shots of the city from the side of the town. Then we filled up the tank and headed south, hoping to make it to southern Alberta by the next day.

However, about 80 miles south of Fort Nelson, we started getting overdrive surging as we slowed the van down.  Eventually, it started surging all the time.  We turned off the GVOD and hoped to find a spot where we could fix it on the side of the road.  Perhaps the fluid was low or a wire is loose.  We didn’t know.

Gearvender overdrives are finicky items. We needed to find a wayside that would allow us to drive up and out without reverse.  If the GVOD binds, it won’d allow reverse, so we had to wait for the perfect turnout.  Eventually, we found a two-exit turnout on the side of the road.  We parked the van and chocked the wheels, just in case the overdrive slips.

We checked the OD.  Bad news.  The tailshaft seal had been compressed (by the driveshaft pounding the anus of the tailshaft) on the 800-mile washboard trip on the Dempster.  That constant tapping wore the seal and it allowed most of the GVOD oil to leak out.

We drained the OD to assess the existing oil.  It was dirty and low.  We collected every ounce we could and tried to crudely filter it.

I always pack extra gear oil and a spare tailshaft seal, but this is a job that will take a lot of finesse.  That means working on it in a place that isn’t gravel and bear country.  We replaced the filtered oil and used the rest of our synthetic Lucas oil just to get it back to Fort Nelson.  We booked a hotel and got all the extra supplies would could get before the night arrived.

The next morning we replaced the tailshaft seal and glow plug fusable links.  Also, we found the grounding out that occurred on the GP wires, and put new insulation on those wires as well.

Since we couldn’t find Lucas oil (Gearvender INSISTS on Lucas oil, even though if you read their instructions from the 80’s, it just calls for non-slip oil), we found some NAPA-brand oil that claimed to be non-slip.  Or maybe it was limited slip… IDK.  I gotta find that documentation.

We bought all the oil we could find, just in case we ended up having another GVOD problem later on the journey.  In hindsight, we were extremely fortunate we broke down where we did.  If we had broke down just 12 hours earlier, we would have been stuck right in that stretch of the Alaska highway where there were three dozen bears in 50 miles.




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On our southbound journey from Tuktoyaktuk, we pulled into Dawson right around 7am.  We were sick of eating microwaved food in our van, so we elected to get some grub from Dawson’s Triple J Hotel.  Not bad food.  I could have used some spicier salsa on my breakfast burrito, but it’s Canada. Their specialty is syrup, not salsa.

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We’ve only driven to the NWT twice. There are only a handful of roads that allow this.

Along the Dempster, there is a monument denoting the border.

It’s basically on a pass in the middle of nowhere.  We didn’t see another soul for hours.

On the way back south, this the sign you see.  There as snow on the ground everywhere, and it was raining.  I suspect there are places around here that the snow never fully melts all year.

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The Dempster is so bumpy, that it literally rattled our bumper off our van.  It rattled the Grade-8 mounting hardware off the top bumper mount, and that allowed the bumper to hang forward.  It allowed more pressure to rest on the opposite frame rail, and that created a torque to rip the frame mount apart.  Due to metal fatigue, that ripped completely through, and the bumper hung down just above the gravel roadway.  We caught it before it got even worse, when we stopped for the ferry on the Dempster.  As we waited for the ferry to arrive, we made a temporary fix to ratchet strap the bumper until we could get it more permanently secured.

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This town is not really set up for tourists yet. There are only a few tour guides and places to stay, and there are no restaurants.  However, there is one entrepreneurial family selling muskox burgers, muffins, and granola bars out of a tent.  IIRC, it’s called “Tyson’s Burgers” and he’s grilling up around lunch time.  A woman in the tent sells the best granola and muffins with local berries she’s collected on the landscape.

We ended up buying something like 20 granola bars from her and plenty of burgers and muffins.  She was confounded on someone could request so much food.  I think their culture has a different consumption standard than what we are used to.

Muskox burgers were tasty. They definitely tasted oilier and different, but still good with cheese and toppings.  I put a bunch of veggies on my burger and after visiting the general store, I probably ended up eating $10 worth of lettuce.  Prices for vegetables up there is EXPENSIVE.

We took the rest of the food from Tyson’s Burgers with us for the trip back to Inuvik and Dawson City.  We fought over those granola bars.

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Tuk WVO Repairs
July 102018

After we made it up to Tuk, and completed our touring, we had to fix things for the return trip.

While we were in Inuvik, the glowplug harness shorted out. We didn’t know why (yet), but we tried to fix the fusable links with fuses.  It didn’t work, but we tried anyway. We didn’t have much to lose.

Also, we had to figure out how to get the beast started in such cold temps without GP’s.  We ended up warming it up with a heat gun and also used some starting fluid.  Until we were able to get some fusable links (the closest town to have any in stock was Whitehorse, a thousand miles south), we used this starting fluid to get it going for the duration of our trip in the NWT and Yukon.

Also, we fixed other issues and fueled up the beast with WVO.  Roger and Winnie wanted us to stay for lunch, but we had to hit the road ASAP.  The ferries in Fort McPherson and Tsiigehtchic close late in the evening, and considering we have a several-hour drive ahead of us, we had to go.

We’d like to thank Roger and Winnie at Arctic Tour Company in Tuktoyaktuk for a great time, good food, wonderful company, and an exciting tour during our stay.  Glenn and I said that if it had not been for their hospitality, we don’t think the rough drive of the Dempster was worth the trip.  They are the main reason why we look back at this journey as a success.

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When do you get the chance of a lifetime to swim in the Arctic Ocean?

They have a neato monument designated at the end of the road.

Unlike our trip to Prudhoe Bay Alaska, we didn’t need an escort to the Arctic Ocean. Here in Tuk, Canada, they let you drive your POS van right up to the shore line.  Kinda cool.

We scoped out a spot to take a dip. Our tour guide, Roger, told us to make sure to swim on the left side of the peninsula.  Other tourists were dipping their toes in the right side, which was the fresh water bay, not the ocean.  We didn’t drive this far just to dip our toes in the wrong water.  We are GOING SWIMMING.

So… it was 29 degree water.  There was ice in the water that day.  And oddly, it wasn’t as cold at I thought it would be.  We got in for a few moments, and then my legs started stiffening up.  I pulled my arms and legs out of the water to see them purply and discolored.  Glenn remarked, “Dude, we are literally freezing.”  We got out after a minute or two, and rushed to the van to change into dry clothes.

Pretty cool.

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Arctic Ocean
July 102018

We made it!

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Our Arctic Ocean tour culminated with a stop on a distant sandbar.  This would be the furthest north we would be on this journey, and the 2nd furthest north ever on these WVO trips.

Hard to believe, but we arrived on this island about 11pm at night.  Since we are so far north in July, the sun never sets. It felt like it was 4pm on a regular day in Wisconsin.

Roger’s nephew worked on the boat motor while we ventured out on the sandbar.

The ground was littered with smooth rocks, sand, driftwood, and various whale and animal bones.

It was really surreal and special.  And cold.  That day, it was 38 deg F at its hottest point.

At a certain point that day, I pondered why we were wearing the life jackets.  If we went into the drink, we’d die within a few minutes of hypothermia, so we might as well just toss the jackets.  But then Glenn said that they were there so the coast guard could recover our bodies.  LOL.


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After visiting the Pingos, we continued our Arctic Tour Company adventure out on the open sea.

Roger’s nephew drove us out along the shoreline of Tuk.  He pointed out a lot of sites along the way.

He spoke about how he goes whale hunting. We were kind of amazed.  Glenn asked him where is he whaling boat.  He said he does all the catching in that 15-foot aluminum boat we were in.  Crazy!  He was really comfortable being that far out to sea.

He took us pretty far out.

Eventually, the town of Tuk disappeared off the horizon.

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Touring Pingos
July 92018

Pingos are rare permafrost land formations that can get over hundreds of feet tall.

The only way to get to the Pingo Canadian Landmark is by boat.  We connected with Roger and Winnie at Arctic Tour Company, and they hooked us up with a tour and place to stay.  We got to stay with him and his wife personally.  It was really nice.

His nephew took us on the tour of the pingos.  Once you dock on the neighboring peninsula, you take some newly constructed walkways to get a great vantage point of the pingos.

Tuk is one of the few places in the world where there are many large scale pingos.  They only grew a few centimeters per year, so these are exceptional.

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July 92018

Hooray! We made it up to Tuk!

As we drove in, more buildings appeared.  Nearly all the roads and dwellings are bounded by bogs, ponds, lakes, and rivers.  And ocean.

All the buildings are on stilts.  If they are rested on a foundation in the soil, the heat of the dwelling will melt the permafrost underneath it, and it will sink like quicksand.

The red building (above) is the general store.  It’s filled with some sparse groceries, and some EXPENSIVE fruits and vegetables.  A bunch of grapes was $15 Canadian.

At the end of the peninsula is the access to the Arctic Ocean.


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It was getting exciting as we approached the tiny town of Tuk.  There were these bogs all along the path that made for an odd landscape.

Also, as we drove into town, there was a city dump to the left. From what I learned, every tourist to this town used to fly in prior to the completion of the Dempster highway extension.  So now, this is the welcome sign.  Poor city planning I guess.  Something tells me they’ll fix this in the next few years if they are anticipating more driving tourists.


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This section of road was finished just six month before, but due to the elements, it has been quite damaged.

It rattled our van to pieces.  At a certain point, the bumper rattled loose and due to metal fatigue, the frame mounts even sheered off.

The tundra is an odd place.  I read that the frozen ground is ice for meters and meters underground. So in the summer, it’s basically a bog with slush on top of icy dirt.

This makes driving very dangerous. For the most part, the ground it flat (thank Zeus) but in some places there is a slope. So in a lot of ways, it’s like driving on thick mud, water, slush, and ice.

On the day we drove in, it was 34 degree F in July. It even snowed and rained.

It was white-knuckle driving the whole way up and whole way back to Inuvik.

Even though it was a gamble to drive up to Tuk, it was worth it.  However, unless the roadway is improved, I probably won’t voluntarily drive this again.


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Road Closed to Tuk
July 92018

As we left Inuvik, we were excited to finish the last stretch to the town of Tuktoyaktuk. However, as we drove a few miles up the road, there was a sign claiming the highway was closed. We knew the road was closed for repairs up until a few days ago, so maybe the sign was old.  We didn’t know, so we drove back to Inuvik to ask the authorities on if it was safe.

They called the NWT travel authorities and the RCMP, who both couldn’t confirm if the road was open, but they thought it might be ok. Another person with some knowledge of the area claimed “I think I saw a truck on it the other day.” They were calling the road construction contracting company to see if they approved, and didn’t get a solid answer.

In the end, we elected to give it a shot. We figured we drove over 4000 miles to get here, and it would a shame to give up now. If we brake down, then we’d have to walk back to Inuvik or Tuk (whichever is closer) and hope we don’t get eaten by polar or grizzly bears in the process.

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Inuvik is a fairly large town considering how far north it is. It has a few thousand inhabitants. As you drive into town, there is this interesting domed church on the right, and also, they have a nice visitor center/museum nearby.

When were were preparing for the trip, we learned that the Dempster incurred severe wash-out damage. We were gambling that all the damage would be repaired by the time we got up there in the summer.  Turned out we were cutting it very close.  Here was a crew working south of Inuvik on a section of road that only allowed one-lane of cars to pass.  As you can see, there isn’t a guard rail.

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Just a few dozen miles up the road is the next Dempster Ferry near the town of Tsiigehtchic.

We didn’t get a chance to investigate the town while we waited for the ferry.  There isn’t a road to the town. Instead, the ferry performs a triangular transfer path, stopping the southbound dock, northbound dock, and eventually the city. We didn’t want to drive to town, just to see their 6 buildings and then wait for the 1-hour roundtrip for the ferry to return.

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As we drove further north, the topography starts to level out more, and the trees are more sparse.  In the middle of nowhere, there is a functioning ferry that is open something like 12 hours per day. It’s odd to see fellow humans this far north.

After we crossed the river on the ferry, we stopped in at the tiny town of Fort McPherson. The town has a small population of First Nation people, and we saw lots of kids running around.

After a some time in town, we headed further north to Tsiigehtchic.

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Surprisingly, there were a handful of people camped out at the wayside near the Arctic Circle sign. For the majority of the drive, we didn’t see a single automobile, except for a semi or two.

We are getting to the point now where no tree can survive at this latitude. It’s all basically just scrubby brush and grass.  It’s like being on a green moon.

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Eagle Plains
July 92018

Eagle Plains is the closest thing to the “Old West” that I’ve ever seen. There are no services on the Dempster, except here. They have a lodge and some amenities, and for a hefty fee, you can stay here if you were passing through. It is not a town by any stretch of the imagination; only a few buildings atop a hill.

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The Dempster is hardly a highway. It’s basically a 1- or 2-lane gravel road that goes on for hundreds of miles. The roadway is riddled with pits, potholes, and washboard bumps. The first hundred miles is some amazing scenery. Since this is right around the Arctic Circle, the tundra restricts the growth of the trees and it’s really an alien landscape.

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Dawson, Yukon. 2018
July 82018

Dawson is a fun town. They try to keep the style of the place like the ol’ Klondike gold rush days.

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Ain’t nothing like waiting 5 minutes at a stoplight with no opposite traffic for 250 miles to make your day.

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We have some great friends up in the Yukon that are biofuel advocates. They have helped us on all three of our trips through the Yukon Territory, in 2008, 2013, and 2018. We are very appreciative of their generosity.

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While driving up to Whitehorse, we saw these Mastodon sculptures on the hill.

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Now that I compare the photos, you can really tell 2013 was a hot year with lots of forest fires.  There were some major fires in Alaska and the Yukon that year that made the air all smokey.  Sunsets were remarkably red that trip.




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Watson Lake
July 72018

We’ve been to Watson Lake a half dozen times now.  The first time was in 2008 when we cruised through with the Jetta after a hail storm.

The next time was in 2013 with the Veggie Van.  Here’s a pic from the good ol’ days:

I miss that shirt.  Back on that day in 2013, we put a Greaser Nuts bumper sticker on one of the signs.  Anyway, back on topic.

The latest time we visited this town was the 2018 trip up to Tuktoyaktuk.  We snapped even more photos because this place is growing exponentially.

Watson Lake has this folk art “forest” of signs from all the people who drove the Alaska Highway.


On the way back down to the States in 2018, we found our bumper sticker we put there in 2013.  Pretty cool.

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Time to fill up again. One of the problems with these northern Canada trips the rain storm and no place to fill up under a canopy.  So we have to fill up whenever it’s dry.

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We needed to get to Whitehorse before the end of the day, so we elected to do the standard Laird Hot Springs visit on the way back down. Sadly, we ran into problems on the way down, and didn’t have time to visit the springs. Bummer. It’s a great place to relax on the Alaska Hwy.

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We’ve seen a lot of wildlife on our adventures up to the Yukon.  Everything usually works out if you drive slowly and carefully, and also, try not to smell too much like veggie oil.

Some animals from the 2008 WVO Roadtrip:

One the way up, we saw a good deal of wild-life on the side of the road. Several bison, many moose, possibly some caribou, a wolf, some sheep and three different instances of black bears. Also we saw what appeared to be a wild horse. Unlike other drivers we witnessed on the Alaskan Highway, we refused to feed the animals.

Our fourth bear sighting…
Some mountains and clouds outside Watson Lake…

Since it rained all day, when the sun set the deer came out in full force. It was a slow drive.

Some more horses in the middle of no-where…

And bison.  Lots of Bison:

We even saw a moose swimming!!!

From the 2018 WVO Roadtrip:

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Since we’ve taken the Alcan Highway something like five times now, we have lots of pictures of this bridge and river.






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Almost exactly 5 years ago to the day, we took this road (the MacKenzie Hwy) to Fort Laird and Yellowknife.  It was pretty sketchy.  Many places were gravel and mud, and if it had rained harder, I’m sure our two-wheel-drive van wouldn’t have made it.  And we didn’t see a car or truck for the duration of our drive.

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We’ve been to Fort Nelson several times on our WVO roadtrips: 2008, 2013, and 2018.  It’s on the Alcan Highway in a place where there are no alternatives, so you are kind of stuck visiting this town on the way up to Alaska.  It’s a nice place, and they have the basics to keep the vehicle running on the way up north.

In 2008:  This was our first trip through Fort Nelson.

Fort Nelson, British Columbia. 6pm-3:45am Wednesday and Thursday.
We decided to crash out in Fort Nelson even though we could have probably made it to Watson Lake that night. However, just shy of Fort Nelson we ran into a HAIL storm (what next?  ). The storm was looming in the distance and we had to burn some cubie boxes to protect the windshields. Here is a pic of the hail in the ditch as we tried to get out of the storm.
We left Fort Nelson at 4:00 am and was surprised to see how bright it was at 3:30 am. I don’t think it got dark at all that night.

On the way back down to the US in 2008:

100km from Fort Nelson. 183230. 11pm Sunday.
Added 1.25 cubes. We encountered rain the whole day and it slowed our progress dramatically. When we pulled into Fort Nelson, we decided to crash for the night. The only restaurant open was Boston Pizza, and this is typical for the whole route—no late-night food. The great thing about Alaska and Canadian hotels is that they always have a refrigerator and microwave, so pack a few microwavable Campbell’s soup containers in the trunk.

Fort Nelson, British Columbia. 11pm Sunday – 11am Monday.
It appears that the only auto parts store is here, because I couldn’t find an oil filter anywhere between Whitehorse and Fort St. John. A change of oil cost us our morning, so we got off to another late start.

In 2013, we took the MacKenzie Highway from Yellowknife on the way up to Prudhoe Bay, and we could have avoided Fort Nelson if we really wanted to.  But since it had been 2 full days without a hot meal, we elected to drive the few miles south of the Laird Highway cutoff to reenter Fort Nelson to eat at their only restaurant.

In 2018:   We buzzed through Fort Nelson rather quickly on the way up to Tuktoyaktuk.  We didn’t really need to stop for anything at the moment.  However, on the way back down south, we had an overdrive issue, so we stayed in town to fix the tailshaft seal, refill the gear oil, and limp the van back to the U.S. at normal 55mph driving speeds.  Man, when you lose the overdrive, you realize just how nice you had it before.

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While I slept in the back, Glenn put down some major miles in the dark. As we keep getting further and further north this summer, the nights only last for a few hours at best.  By the time I woke up, Glenn drove for hours and we needed another grease fill up.

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For the fifth or sixth time, we’ve passed the infamous “Alaska Highway” roundabout.

We cruised through Dawson Creek in 2008 during the day:

And in 2018, we hit it at night:

Also, in downtown, you can see the original old-style signpost.

We’ve been there other times, but it’s getting so routine, that we rarely photograph it all anymore.  Just another day in the life of the most prolific WVO roadtrippers on the planet.


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Everyone knows the start of the Alaska Highway is Dawson Creek.  So seeing this on the horizon is a welcome sign.

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Vegreville Egg
July 62018

Just by sheer chance, we pulled into this town Vegreville on some Polish or Ukrainian heritage festival.  There were lots of people celebrating in town and at this park that has a rotating decorated egg.

We got some poutine and ice cream to eat from some of the local stands in the park.  Overall, pretty eventful for such a small town.

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Vegreville Museum
July 62018

Nice little museum in the middle of nowhere. I was kind of surprised how much there was to do in this town of Vegreville.  The day was hot as hell, so we opened the hood to let the engine and coolant cool off a bit while we spent an afternoon in the museum.

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We’ve visited several of these wonderful Western Expansion Museums over the years, but this year, we had an urgent schedule to make.  Until next time…

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We’ve stayed here before. Not this time though… on the way to the Yukon!

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On the 2018 WVO Roadtrip, after catching some Z’s at the Saskatoon Ramada, and Glenn finally washing his body, we decided to reenter our fart-riddled van for the next three days.  But since we were still kinda out of it, we forgot to close the back door.  After a mile of driving down Saskatoon’s main drag, some kid hung out the window of a neighboring car and told us our shit was falling out.  Thank god. We had a few tools in the back and thankfully he told us before they all crashed on the pavement.

On the 2013 WVO Roadtrip, we once again reentered Saskatoon.  We were driving through the night to make up time from the drive from Prince Rupert to Wisconsin.

Saskatoon is an interesting town.  We cruised the strip just to change up the monotony of driving the plains of the Yellowhead Highway.


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We got in really late. I was able to recharge the AC that night. After all those hours on the road, we felt ok with sleeping in a few hours. After all, we knew we’d be on the road basically until we got to the Yukon, so this would be our last chance to get some real sleep and a shower.

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Regina Saskatchewan
July 52018

We’ve been to Regina several times, notably in 2012 and 2018.

In 2012, we cruised through the downtown and visited their Tourism Center.  Since it was getting late, we didn’t have time to see any sites, but we did find a hotel in the area thanks to the help of the Visitor’s Center agents.

In 2018, it was getting dark, so we booked it through Regina to get to our hotel in Saskatoon. After driving for two days straight with some brief van camping in between and lots of days of loading, we were beat.

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We’ve been doing these trips for years and years, and we’ve finally wised up to combat the incessant onslaught of bugs on the windshield.  We got our own heavy duty sprayer and squeegee.

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Still running behind schedule. Thankfully, the border patrol didn’t detain us for too long, and we were able to get a recommendation from the tourism center that George’s Burgers was a good local place to eat.

We pulled into Morris Manitoba around lunchtime.

George’s Burgers was ok.  Not much of a selection.  But it’s a small town, so beggars can’t be choosers.

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We ran short on time, so we skipped our planned trip to the Missile Silos.  Bummer.

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Heading north, trying to make up some ground for sleeping so much.

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Because we are getting old, we decided to catch a few Z’s in northern Minnesota before moving on to the border. What started as a simple hour catnap, ended up being hours long until the sun rose. Like I said, we are getting old.

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Tried running thicker oil this trip, and only a few hours from home, we had to unclog and clean the pre-filter on the veg pump.  Minor delay, and back on the road in an hour.

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After driving throughout the night and staying up loading the van the night before, we needed to get some decent rest.  The next few days of our trip would be heading up to Flin Flon and Fort McMurray, so it would be a while before we got a real bed and shower.  So we stayed at the Super 8 on the west side of Winnipeg, because our plan was to get some sleep and get an early start the next day heading north west.

However, after we unloaded our gear, I noticed the van was sitting odd. The suspension was old, and it appeared our latest drive did take a toll on it.  The coils seemed bottomed out and we needed a solution.

After brainstorming for a bit, Glenn thought of a brilliant solution. Instead of waiting a week for a set of new coil springs, he suggested we install a solid rubber hockey puck between the i-beam and coil. Since the next day was Canada Day, we knew all the stores would be closed. So we rushed off to the nearest general store and found hockey pucks. Good thing we were in Canada; they had a VAST selection of pucks.

Anyway, we burned the middle of Canada Day pulling off the i-beams and coils, and installing hockey puck spacers. But once it was done, it worked beautifully. We used them for the duration of the entire 2017 WVO roadtrip, and they didn’t even show any damage or wear when we replaced the coils back in Wisconsin.

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Dubuque Iowa
July 152017

We drove down to Iowa to pick up the Frankenvan (a Chrysler minivan with a TDI engine in it.)

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Taliesin East
July 152017

The Wisconsin River, north of Taliesin.

Like every good Frank Lloyd Wright fan should always do, they should stop by the FLW Visitors Center to clog their toilet. Usually it takes us tagteaming a bowl to get ‘er done, but this time Glenn went in and singlehandedly destroyed that bathroom.

After that, we proceeded to the Taliesin grounds.  By the time we got to the entrance, the guards wouldn’t let us in. They wanted Glenn to pay for the damage he caused.  I pleaded with the guards that Glenn has no money, but they didn’t care.  The janitor chimed in and said he had never seen such a smelly pile of feces and the toilet was permanently damaged.

We headed back to the van.  I told him I could lend him the money, but once he got behind the wheel of the Passat, he just drove off.  He stuck his head out the window and yelled, “Fuck you Franklyn Wright! See ya later, chumps!”

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Glenn couldn’t resist.

We were driving across Minnesota when we stumbled upon this rootbeer stand.  Glenn nearly creamed his jeans.  He insisted we pull over and get some food.  I skeptically asked, “Seriously, are we doing this,” because we had literally just eaten a huge $5 Chinese buffet (also Glenn’s idea) only an hour before that.

He was giddy.  “Let’s get some food,” he bellowed.

Overall, the food was pretty decent and the root beer was spot on.  However, from then on, I told Glenn that we need to compromise sometimes.  He exclaimed, “FUCK that. I’m eating.”  As we pulled out of the driveway, he squeezed out the van door and ran to order a second hamburger “for the road,” as he called it.  It was sickening, seeing his gelatinous belly and sweaty fingers polish off that burger by the time we hit the St Croix.  For the duration of the drive to central Wisconsin, he begged me to pull over at various A&W’s and other restaurants to satisfy his gluttonous desires.

Glenn, if you are reading this, please visit.

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Check out this historical trading post and First Nation museum.

Decades ago, this building stood to enable trading between the native tribes and others passing through.  It now is part of a bigger complex, including a massive First Nation museum.  Sadly, I don’t have any photos of the interior of the native museum.  Maybe I was sick of taking photos after driving for 18 days straight… But maybe they had a rule about outside photography.  I can’t recall.

However, the museum had some elaborate rooms depicting all the aspects of northern Minnesota native indian lifestyles.  The harvesting of rice was really interesting.  They also had experts come in and explain the details.  Like they would submerge their canoes underwater when they migrated to different parts of the country.

Also, Lac Mills had this spiffy fish statue.  I caught a fish this big once, but I let it go.

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Brainard Minnesota
July 112017

We stopped at the Paul Bunyan “Land” to see what all the fuss was about.  It was kind of like Knotts Berry Farm minus all the fun.  If you have young kids, they’d be pretty excited, but for two 29-ish-year-old guys… it was a hard pass.

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Bemindji Minnesota
July 112017

We drove through the night, only to encounter massive fog all through Minnesota.

This is deer country, so fog + deer usually means terribly slow driving.  The last thing we needed on the last day of our 2017 WVO Road Trip was a deer accident.

We pulled into Bemindji in the morning while it was drizzling out.  Of course we had to visit the infamous Paul Bunyon and Blue Ox statues.

This place had a museum showcasing the local oddities and specialties.  Basically, if you like logjams and axes, this place would totally lumberjack you off.

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Before sunset, we passed through Rugby, North Dakota. This little town holds the title of the literal geographic center of the entire continent.

Sort of weird, but there is only three flags, for Canada, Mexico and the USA.  But I always thought Greenland, Central America, and the islands of the Caribbean were technically all nations residing under the aegis of “North America.”  Maybe if they include the geography of those nations, it puts the “center” somewhere in southern Canada, and this little town will lose their title.  LOL.  Something to chew on.

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There is a lot to see in Minot, North Dakota.

We cruised into town right around dinner time.  Things were shutting down (this is North Dakota, so places don’t really stay open passed 6pm), so rushed to downtown and the visitor’s center for suggestions.

Minot has a really expansive Scandinavian museum.  The inside and gift shop were closing, so we got a chance to chat with the staff before they headed home for the night.

Naturally, Glenn never misses an opportunity to have his genitals groped by a trollish looking geriatric.

They shut the place down, so we meandered the Scandinavian Heritage Museum grounds.

They have a legit old wood temple from the old country.  Pretty astonishing.

Before the staff left, we asked them for something to eat that is different than anywhere else in the world.  They said to go to Ebeneezer’s and eat some sort of Frog Burger.  Intrigued, we tracked down the bar and grill, and ordered a few things.  Turns out the frog burger wasn’t made out of actual frogs.  Bummer.

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This National Parks run fort is a great glimpse of the past.

Along our path, we noticed a fort on the horizon.  We pulled off and it was a great place to stretch our legs and fill up the tank.  Little did we know, it was much more expansive and comprehensive than expected.

The staff was really friendly.  They had some people in character, so we got to ask a lot of questions and see them working on their stuff.  They let you walk along the perimeter canopy to oversee the landscape.  On the horizon, there was a train passing through.

The fort was situated on the junction of the Missouri and Yellowstone rivers.  So I assume Louis and Clark passed through this area before the inception of the fort.  A lot of history at these two rivers.

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Sleeping Buffalo Rock
July 102017

“Montana’s native people revere this boulder that once perched high atop a wind-swept ridge overlooking the Cree Crossing on the Milk River. The ancient, weather-worn effigy resembled the leader of a herd of reclining buffalo in an outcrop of gray granite. Ancient markings define its horn, eyes, backbone and ribs. Since late prehistoric times, native peoples of the Northern Plains have honored the Sleeping Buffalo’s spiritual power.  Oral traditions passed down among the Cree, Chippewa, Sioux, Assiniboine and Gros Ventre as well as the more distant Blackfeet, Crow and Norther Cheyenne tell how the ‘herd’ fooled buffalo-hunting parties.  While each tribe has its own culture and beliefs, all Montana tribes share worldviews.  A Chippewa-Cree elder explained, ‘These rocks are sacred, just like our old people.’ Locals claim the Sleeping Buffalo, relocated to Malta’s City Park in 1932, was restless, changing positions and bellowing in the night.  The Sleeping Buffalo found this final resting place in 1967 where the smaller ‘Medicine Rock,’ also collected near Cree Crossing, rejoined it in 1987.  These timeless objects continue to figure prominently in traditional ceremonies, linking the present with the past when the power of the prairie was the buffalo.”

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Malta Montana Repairs
July 102017

We finally made it back to the States!

Thankfully, the border agent didn’t make us endure a long investigation on when we crossed the border.  He recognized we were having trouble (blown tires, vac pump issues, weak brakes, oil pressure) and gave us some advice.  He suggested we go to Malta Montana and get some spare tires there.

This shop was able to get us a spare used tire same day. That was crucial because we weren’t about to hang out in remote Montana waiting for a low-quality spare tire.

Also, another shop was able to charge our AC after we found that the low-side nozzle was leaking.  Glenn and I replaced the valve, and then went to the shop.  The guy was really friendly and helped us out right away, since we were traveling through.

At the end of the day, we stopped at the nearby Great Plains Dinosaur Museum which was small, but good.

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Just our luck, we got a second flat tire.

Driving south, we were hoping to make the border in the U.S. middle of the night. Everything was going according to plan.

On a completely standard road, the spare tire exploded.  It even damaged my rear fender, bending the metal up into the wheel well.  Great.  Just my luck.

We put the two shredded tires on the top of the van and hoped we don’t have another flat.  We don’t have any more spares, and we have over 1500 miles to go.

As the sun set on the Saskatchewan horizon, we approached the international border crossing.  The people at the North Battleford Western Expansion Museum assured us that our rural crossing would be open after 8pm.  As we drove up, we could tell that was totally wrong.  Since we had no where else to go, we parked the van at the empty station and slept in the vehicle until the agent arrived.

At 8am, the American crossing opened, and the guy was thankfully really decent about things.  We’ve crossed back into the U.S. in the passed and gotten hassled by pissy agents.  But the guy kind of took pity on us, noticing our shredded tires on the top of the van, listening to our stories about the oil pressure failing and the vacuum pump going to hell, and having gotten shitty advice on when the border was open, forcing us to sleep on the side of the road.  He told us to head to Malta for some decent American Ford service.

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Swift Current
July 92017

We had a swift visit to Swift Current Saskatchewan.

After we drove around the city (it was too late in the day to find a museum or site to see), we stopped off at the Boston Pizza to get some grub.  The veg pump was running a bit light, so we elected to change out the veg filter while waiting for our food to be prepared.

Overall, the new filter didn’t really help much.  The veg pump was weakening.  It wasn’t the worst, it just proved to not supply enough grease to the IP on steep inclines or heavy loads.  We had to slow down if we wanted to get over the passes, so it wasn’t until I got to Los Angeles before I could install a good 11.5psi Duralift E-pump to replace the 4-7psi one.

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Hotel prices in Canada have dramatically increased over the last decade. Now you can’t find a decent hotel under a hundred bucks. Usually they exceed $150.  Our hotel in North Battleford was really …. special.  They had some interesting amenities, like hot soup for dinner and a burned out double-decker bus on the grounds.  Spiffy.

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What a terrible time to get a flat.

Heading back to North Battleford after visiting the Crooked Bush, we were enjoying the sunset when the rear driver’s side tire blew.

The funny thing was, this trip was by far our least dangerous journey. On all of our other WVO road trips, we ended up driving on crazy remote gravel and slate roadways into the bush, and the authorities always recommend bringing two extra full-size spares.  To play it safe, we usually bring three spares.  But since we knew this trip to Fort McMurray would result in some of the safest and paved roads in the history of our WVO trips, I thought two spares would be enough.

Well, not that this tire blew up, we only had one spare left on the upcoming 2000 miles of driving.  We thought that should be good, for now…

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Crooked Bush
July 82017

A mutant grove of trees makes for a unique WVO roadtrip site.

A few dozen miles east of North Battleford in the heart of the Saskatchewan farmlands, there is a small local treasure.  It’s called the Crooked Bush and we learned about it from an online conversation with a random person on the internet.

In my conversation, I was hoping the “Crooked Bush” was some sort of euphemism for something overtly sexual.  Or maybe the long-lost mutant relative of George W Bush.  But the more I researched it, the more I learned that it would be a good diversion on the trek.

It truly is an odd place.  Since it’s such a remote place, I suspect not a lot of people make it up here.  If you do happen to be in the area, can’t hurt to stop in.

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In the middle of Saskatchewan, which is landlocked by the way, there is a lighthouse.  Don’t even ask my why.

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We visited a museum and ice cream stand while passing through.

We drove through the night from Fort McMurray and needed a place to stretch our legs.  Glaslyn’s museum was open early and we got a chance to roam their grounds.

They have an old-timey water tower that you can enter on a tour.

Also, like most towns across Canada, they have a clusterfuck of stuff from the last hundred years of the town.

We met some old guys that were back in town for their 50th high school reunion.  They remarked on a lot of the ancient equipment and helped us figure out what a lot of the stuff was designed to do.


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The only thing open at this time of the day was Tara’s Pizza, and it wasn’t anything special.  But since we didn’t have any restaurants for the next 300 miles, we figured beggars can’t be choosers.

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The “Giants of Mining” is a park with the biggest mining shit I’ve every seen.

At the end of the road north of Fort McMurray, there is a turn-around loop.  Only people working for the mining operations can go further.  The rest of us have to head back to town.

Inside that massive loop, they have a special lot reserved for these massive mining machines.  It’s extremely impressive.

On the northern horizon, you can see the mining and refining operations.  The stacks were quite tall.

On one of the Oil Sands Discovery Center tours, we learned that most of the oil sands mining operations have discontinued the use of these huge diggers in favor of a more agile and mobile dump-truck method.  I guess it takes too much money and time to set up these massive diggers.

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Fort McMurray was the northernmost city of the 2017 WVO Road Trip

We had been driving for days, and we needed to find a hotel asap. We cruised the town for a bit to find a good hotel and get some more road trip supplies.

About half the town burned down in last year’s fires. So the GPS was hit or miss.  Regardless, we found a place to stay, and the place was suffuse with contractors and laborers.  Most were fascinated with the Veggie Van.  Since a lot of them had been cooped up in Fort McMurray for too long, they were really chatty.

The next day, we visited the Oil Sands Discovery Center Museum.  Pretty cool stuff.

It had an interior museum and also a huge lot with all sorts of mining machines scattered all over the place.

Overall, the Discovery Center was worth the visit.

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In 2016, Fort McMurray was the setting of massive wild fires.

As we got closer and closer to the town, we saw acres and acres of burn areas.  It was really disconcerting. Originally, we had planned on going to Fort McMurray in 2016, but due to the cracked block issue on the IDI engine, we had to cut the WVO trip short at Churchill Manitoba.


After seeing the aftermath of the devastation, we were really lucky things turned out the way they did.

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Four Wing Gateway Park.



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Cold Lake Museum
July 62017

We got into Cold Lake Alberta really late and parked at the Walmart to catch some Z’s.

The next morning, we checked out the Cold Lake Museum(s).

That place was expansive. It was an endless labyrinth.

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Meadow Lake
July 52017

The bugs up here are horrendous. We cleaned that windshield every 100 miles.

We passed through Meadow Lake Saskatchewan. Nice little town.

As we kept going northwest, we could see the northern lights on the horizon. Pretty cool.  I’ve been living in Los Angeles too long… Never get to see that anymore.

We pushed on to Cold Lake.  We wanted to get there to crash out for a few hours before the next big drive.


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The NCMF is a hippy folk music festival in northern Saskatchewan.

We found a flyer for the festival in Big River. In order to get to Ness Creek, we had to drive more mud and gravel roads in the middle of nowhere.

The area was really pretty. Lots of trees and fresh air.

Eventually, we arrived.  I expected the “festival” to be flooded with people. Instead, it had maybe about a hundred or so in the main music hall, while all their kids had to fend for themselves against the Canadian monster mosquitoes.

Overall, the music truly was good.  And driving a veggie van to the hippy festival gave us instant street cred, however, I didn’t really feel like a part of the vibe.

We hung out for an hour or so, and then meandered the grounds.

There were several stands throughout the campus, and they had a lot of art stuff going on.  It was getting dark, so we decided to keep on moving toward Cold Lake.

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The day was slipping away from us, so we pulled into the tiny town of Big River.

Our GPS suggested we check out the “Big River Memorial Museum,” but it was clearly abandoned.

Near the “downtown,” there is a nice boat landing and beach to hang out.  Since it’s now a few days from the Canada Day holiday, most people have left town to go back to work.

While we were here shitting, we saw a sign talking about a folk music festival in the restroom.  That particular festival was literally starting in an hour.  We talked to one of the locals about the festival and asked for directions.  They said the “Ness Creek Music Festival” is pretty good, and if we had nothing to do, we should check it out.

Since it’s extremely rare to find things to do on these trips after 5pm, we jumped at the opportunity.  Well, I jumped.  Glenn sounded skeptical that it would be some hippy or hipster bullshit.  Once we got there, he was proven right.  Regardless, the music was really good.

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After enduring some mechanical issues, we limped the van to Prince Albert.

We got into town really late, but just in time to get a bite to eat at Boston Pizza.

We ate our food and got back in the van to go our hotel room.  Glenn drove from La Ronge to Prince Albert, and this was the first time I drove the van since the arduous trek across Highway 165. I immediately noticed the brakes were really soggy. I asked Glenn if he knew the brakes were busted.  He said they started going limp a few hundred kilometers ago.  WOW!  We limped it to the hotel and knew right away the problem: Vacuum pump.

The next day, we had many fixes necessary.  We added a mechanical oil pressure gauge, we replaced the IDI vacuum pump, and we checked everything over.

We had to spend an extra day in Prince Albert because our Vacuum Pump needed to be ordered from Edmonton.  While we were there, we strolled around town and visited the local museum.

It doesn’t take long to walk around this town.  Everything is relatively close together.

Once we finished all the repairs, we took off westward to make up some time.  We heard some rattling on the roof rack, where we keep our spare scooters in case we break down too far from civilization to walk.

Turns out on one of the nights we stayed in Prince Albert, some dumbshit cut all our ratchet straps in order to try and steal our scoots.  But the numbskull didn’t realize we had a thick bicycle lock on the scooters, so cutting our straps is just a waste of time.  Wherever you are dumb-dumb, I hope you are not doing well.

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We got to La Ronge hoping to find an autoparts store, however, none were open for business.  That left us with a hard decision. We were planning on driving further north to see some of the various mining and First Nation towns, but with the rain and our oil pressure issues, we decided to hang out for a while and head south to Prince Albert.  Prince Albert is a major town, and would have a lot more opportunities for us to repair the van.

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In order to go from Flin Flon to La Ronge in a reasonable amount of time, we decided to gamble and take SK Highway 165. What we didn’t know, was this road was mostly mud, not gravel. Also, it had just rained. So, we spent the majority of our drive hoping we don’t get stuck or slide into the ditch.  There was only one other truck on the road coming from the other direction when we drove it.

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We were driving up to La Ronge, when our oil pressure gauge started acting funny.

We pulled over to check the fluid.  There was some oil in the beast, so we figured it was the gauge.  However, we never really could tell, so we limped it up to La Ronge in the hopes to make it to the NAPA before they closed.

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The town of Creighton and the Saskatchewan border is just a mile west of Flin Flon.

Having been enamored with the splendor of Flin Flon, we pulled over to gyrate in Creighton.

Back to a more serious note, we continued on the highway, to find some more very interesting landscapes on the central Canadian tundra.

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Flin Flon Manitoba
July 32017

Flin Flon is one of the northernmost towns in Manitoba.

As you drive in, there is a museum about the history of Flin Flon.

Overall, it was a nice place to stretch our legs. All these Canadian towns have museums where they collect all the stuff from their 54-year history and call it historical.

Apparently Flin Flon’s biggest tourist attraction is a staircase. It’s called the “Hundred Stairs” or something. When you get there, you are completely underwhelmed, and you give it the ol’ “Hundred Yard Stare,” hence the name “Hundred Stairs.”

We spent the rest of the day getting lunch at some underwhelming sandwich restaurant and looking for a pair of pants.  Everything was expensive.

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As we drove further north, the trees started getting small, and the rock outcroppings became more prevalent.

It was a pristine wilderness, but lots of douchebags took the liberty to spray paint their lame names and graduation years on the rocks. If people want to leave their presence on the landscape, they should make an inukshuk.

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The Pas, Manitoba
July 32017

After driving through the night, we found a park in The Pas for some gravel camping.

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Clear Lake Manitoba
July 22017

Wasagaming (in the Riding Mountain National Park) is a resort town on Clear Lake in central Manitoba.

As we pulled in, we found hundreds of Manitoba residents enjoying their Canada Day holiday.

But the main reason why we are here, is because Tubby Charles Manson wanted to have his BeaverTails.

Some backstory: During our suspension fixes in Winnipeg the day before, we took a few breaks and watched all the national news coverage for Canada Day. Apparently out east, there is this franchise that sells flatbread with sugary crap on it. The news was obsessed with BeaverTails, so of course Glenn had to beg for one. I googled the locations and the closest one to Winnipeg was at Clear Lake, which coincidentally was directly on our path.

So, we pulled over here to see what all the fuss was about. Overall, it wasn’t bad, if you don’t need any protein in your diet.

We took our BeaverTails to the marina and watched all the Canadians have summer fun.

Apparently “summer fun” also included “Swimmer’s Itch.” Where I come from, that’s called Chlamydia.

One other thing, this town has the largest log cabin theater in 17,000 miles or something. They let us in for a moment to see the inside.  Pretty neato. Probably is much more interesting in the winter, but still, kinda interesting.

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Neepawa Racist Sign
July 22017

We were heading west on the THC, and much to our surprise, someone had vandalized the “Welcome to Neepawa” sign. They apparently are not a fan of Asians or something. Also, they had a hard time spelling the word “of” which we all know is a tough word to handle.

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We have a tendency to plan our WVO road trips to coincide with Canada Day.

Canadians go all out for Canada Day. Which usually means lots of drinking. And this year (2017) was special because it was the 150th anniversary of their confederation. Coincidentally, we learned from our visit to Charlottetown that basically the confederation was a drunken party where the western province representatives crashed.  They all got drunk and made a country. So it’s only apt that the contemporary Canadians follow their founding fathers.

There was a mediocre fireworks show, considering this was supposed to be a major metropolis.  There was a big free concert, which for us Americans is pretty unique.

We took the bus to downtown, but they stopped running (stupidly) for the trip back after the fireworks and concert. So we walked about five miles back to our hotel.  On the way, we saw some of the sites of Winnipeg.  As long as you avoid the meth- and crackheads, it’s a pretty nice walk.

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Canada has the best tourism centers in the world.

Every town has a tourist center, and every provincial and international boundary has a center.  And, all these centers have free maps, advice, and booklets on what to do in the area.  Once we were crossing into the Northwest Territories on the way to Yellowknife in 2013, and the border is literally as far from anything as you can imagine. But every border crossing has a center, and this remote location even had a center.

Back to this WVO road trip… We crossed the border, and got some advice on some good hotels and restaurants for our trip up to Winnipeg.  And this is the farmland between the border and the Peg.

And there are lots of farms, silos, and agricultural infrastructure scattered on the horizon.

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The KVLY-TV mast is the fourth tallest structure in the world, and the former world record holder.

It’s pretty impressive. The beast is so tall, it disappears into the clouds. On the day we visited it, we honestly couldn’t tell where it ended.

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Thanks to Renee for letting us stay.

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One of the most unique museums in the Midwest is the PWG.

This artist makes sculptures and landscapes completely out of flakes of petrified wood.

They also have polished cuts of wood and other historical items of significance.

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On the trip back from Churchill, we stopped in Winnipeg for a day.  We got a hotel on the west side of town and crashed out.  This was the first shower we had since before we got on the train up to Churchill.

The next morning, we checked out the Winnipeg Grist Mill.  Pretty cool place, but it’s basically a replica. The waterwheel doesn’t really work, and it is powered by an electric motor now.  They can grind grain, but don’t sell it.  Glenn thought it was a missed marketing opportunity to sell hipster flour.

Then we scooted over to the Royal Canadian Air Museum.  This has been a place that we’ve been trying to go to for years, but things never really worked out in our favor.  Since we had a whole day to kill, we could take our time and check out some great Canadian aircrafts and tours.  The highlight of the tour was seeing a real life AvroCar, which if you don’t know, it’s a flying saucer shaped aircraft.  It actually flew too, but not much.

Lastly, we toured the Reil House in Winnipeg.  Canada is kind of funny.  Basically anything older than 75 years is considered “historical,” and the Reil family had a lot to do with the settling of Winnipeg in the early 1900’s.  We toured their house, and they had a bunch of college students dressed up in character.  We love jibber jabbering with these people, cuz it’s just fun.  Once on a tour of Lower Fort Gary in the late 2000’s, we basically get asked to tagteam some “wench.”  Glenn politely declined.

The Reil House was good.  The college student who was our guide probably knew more about Canadian history than the average American college professor.  The Canadians are really educated about their history and academics.  Once on a trip across the Trans Canadian Highway, we listened to a CBC interview (the Canadian equivalent of NPR in the U.S.) with some educated guy.  After about 30 minutes of enlightened conversation, the host of the show ended the topic by thanking the man for calling in.  It turned out, that guy wasn’t being interviewed, he was just a dude who called in and sounded really educated.  Pretty crazy.

The tour guide at the Reil House asked us about out politics, since the 2016 race between Trump, Hillary, and Bernie was heating up.  Right around this time, the DNC was screwing Bernie Sanders, but we were on the road so much, it was hard to keep track of American topics.  I told the tour guide, “Look at that van, and the Bernie Sanders sticker on the bumper.  That should tell you about my politics.”



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The drive down from Thompson was pretty uneventful. We took the drone out to shoot some footage of the forests, but there aren’t many mountains up here so it’s kind of all the same.  Once you get down to Lundar and Ashern, it’s mostly farmland up here.  There was a restaurant in Ashern that we stopped at for ice cream to cool off.  It was a welcome treat to have some warmer temps after the frigid climate of Churchill and Thompson.

We pushed on to Winnipeg.


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The train returned us to Thompson in the morning and our van was unmolested.  We wanted to put some miles on before it gets too late, so we headed south.  Several miles south of Thompson is a Thai Restaurant.  It’s literally in the middle of nowhere.  I saw it on the way up to Thompson, and unfortunately it was closed at that time. But now we were driving in the day, so I had to check this place out.  Most of northern Canada doesn’t have any restaurants, let alone any good or exotic restaurants.  So the prospect of thai food above the 55th parallel is really cool.

The food was pretty good.  The ingredients weren’t that fresh, and there wasn’t much protein for vegetarians, but overall, it was better than most restaurants up there.

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Our guide from Lazy Bear Lodge took us on a boat ride into the Hudson Bay.  We got to follow a group of beluga whales and see some icebergs floating around.  But the highlight of the trip was a tour of the Prince of Wales Fort National Historical Site.

Visiting the site is very dangerous.  There is always a threat of polar bears, so our guide and the National Park ranger had high powered rifles to protect the group.  Created in the 1710’s, this site is really really old.  This is so far back into the past, that it was constructed around the same time that Peter the Great moved the capital of Russia!

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Churchill Manitoba
July 52016

Churchill was the main destination for the 2016 WVO Roadrip.  It was truly an exotic and special place.

As we approached the town, the train started to bustle with conversation and activity.  Several of the occupants had been on the train for over three days, travelling the entire distance from Winnipeg.  Everyone was pretty excited to get off this train.  Even Glenn and I (who cheated by getting on in Thompson) who had a measly 18-hour journey was ready to depart.

Glenn and I attempted a rather risky gamble on this trip.  You see, the trains from Winnipeg to Churchill travels every 3 days.  One is going northbound while the other is going southbound.  That means you have to stay in Churchill for a minimum of 3 days to proceed back south.  There is one workaround: take the same train back south that you took north.  The train rests in Churchill for several hours before heading back south.  This is a huge gamble because if the train had arrived late into Churchill, the southbound departure time DOES NOT change.  So, if it was 8 hours late (not unlikely in the summer after a rain), that means the train will basically depart right after it arrived.  We had already purchased our return tickets, so we were really wishing for an early or on-time arrival in Churchill.  Thankfully, our arrival was nearly on time, maybe an hour late at most.

Since we didn’t know when we would have arrived in Churchill, we literally didn’t plan anything.  We knew what was available to see in Churchill (Polar bear tours, beluga whale tours, Hudson Bay boating, Prince of Wales Fort Historical Site, etc) but we never booked anything because we worried that we would miss our reservation with a delayed train or mechanical failure on the van.

So we plopped off the train and asked the train station clerk for suggestions on rapid service for tours.  She introduced us to the good people at Lazy Bear Lodge who got us hooked up right away.

I think time is handled a little more relaxed in this town.  Since the train dictates the schedule of the town, no one is really hampered with strict reservations and whatnot.  It’s pretty easy going.

So the man from Lazy Bear Lodge took us over to his place to set up our site-seeing.  He was very accommodating.  He literally took us from the station to his lodge without us having any reservation or anything.  On the drive, he asked us where we are staying, and we just said we are leaving on the train that evening.  He was surprised, and encouraged us to stay for several days, because it’s hard to see everything in Churchill in such a short time.  But he didn’t argue much (Canadian niceness) and got us on the next tour in the Hudson asap.

He told us the boat ride will be frigid so we needed to get our winter gear on fast.  The boat left in less than hour.  He also sold us some nice breakfast buffet from their lodge, so we could get some breaky before the day.  If we did need a place to stay, we would have definitely stayed there.  It was a nice place.

Out on the boat, he drove us passed icebergs and beluga whales.  It was wild!

The boat ride took us out to the neighboring peninsula where the Prince of Wales Fort Historical Site resided.  This was a blast from the past.  This fort dated back to the 1710’s!  Amazing this little frozen area had such old artifacts.

Our guide and the National Park ranger had high powered rifles with them.  They constantly talked about the danger of polar bears.  They said that if a polar bear came on the horizon, they would have to kill it for the safety of the tourists.  It was serious.

After the boat ride, our guide let us venture out into the town, with the understanding that if a bear sees you, you MUST find a nearby car or house to escape into.  By Churchill law, no cars or houses can be locked, so humans can find refuge.  I was starting to think they residents here are overly protective or playing me.  Then something proved me how serious this place is.

We of course wanted to visit the Hudson Bay and possibly go swimming.  It was way too cold, probably in the 30’s that day and the water still had ice in it.  As we walked along the shore, we saw a monument.  I thought it was some kind of thing talking about the Hudson Bay.  Nope.  It was a literal monument to all the people who died in that bay, from boating accidents, polar bear attacks, and other things.  I guess the locals were right about the risks in this area.  We tossed some rocks in the water and decided to stay indoors for the remainder of the stay.  No sense in risking our lives if a polar bear spotted us from the horizon.

Churchill has a nice community center, as most of these northern towns have.  There isn’t much to do in these places for the 22-hour darkness of the winter months, so interiority is important.  Also, they have a great Eskimo / Itsanitaq Museum with dozens of artifacts and mounted animals from the north.

After all of that, we needed to get on the train back to the south.  Even though they said we wouldn’t be able to do everything in Churchill in 8 hours, we did do a lot.  We didn’t do one of the famed Polar Bear Tours, but I think we risked our lives enough for one day.

It was another 18-hour ride back to Thompson, so we elected to sleep the remainder of the train ride.  It was a good day.


(Update 2017:  While we were in Flin Flon on the 2017 WVO roadtrip to Fort McMurray AB, we learned from some of the locals that the train to Churchill was shut down due to railway damage.  The government and corporation that handles the railway are fighting to see who will fix it.  I hope they fix it soon, but if not, things will look bleak for the tourist industry in Churchill as well as for the farmers that rely on the grain transports up to the Hudson Bay for shipping across Canada and worldwide.  )


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The further north the train took us, the more foreign this place got.  Most of this area was completely uninhabited.  Miles and miles of swamps and bogs.  Very few bushes and trees survived at this latitude.

Sometimes you’d see a cropping of trees and some wildlife, but I doubt it is a pleasant place to survive.  The ground is so waterlogged and spongy, it must be really hard to merely walk from place to place.

At one point, the train stopped for a minor stop.  I looked around.  No buildings, no station, just a sign saying the name of this stop.  I didn’t see anything for miles.  If anyone was getting off here, I’d seriously worry for their safety.

It was getting really cold as we got closer and closer to Hudson Bay.  I suspect that if it wasn’t for the bitter July cold, there would be trillions of mosquitoes chasing this slow train as it plodded its way northward.


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Gillam Manitoba
July 42016

Gillam is a tiny town in Northern Manitoba. It is the furthest north one can drive in this province. All further transport must be conducted via train or plane.

We took the train from Thompson to Churchill, which involve many minor stops in tiny First Nation towns across the north.  A minor stop means the train halts for a moment, and you have to be ready to depart or board immediately.  They won’t linger.  Gillam is the exception.  This time, the train stopped for several minutes, so we took the opportunity to stretch our legs outside in the Canadian North near-darkness.

The station was bustling even though it was passed midnight.  There are a lot of mining, forestry, and waterway projects up here, so there was a mix of workers, indigenous, tourists, hunters, and other peoples.

Then the conductor hollered to board and we were on the 10-hour remainder of the journey.

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As we watched the Veggie Van disappear on the horizon from the comfort of our train seats, we began to realize this wasn’t just any plain old ride on the light rail in a major city.  This was more like what it was like in the old days of the Trans-Continental Railroad in the 1800’s.

We were tired, and we figured the 18-hour drive would be boring.  Little did we know it would be very exotic and different.

For the first part of the ride, it looked a lot like the typical forests of Canada and northern U.S.

But it completely transformed into vast swathes of tundra.  The trees have a hard life here.  Since there is very little growing season and little-to-no nutrients in the soil, they grow at an astonishingly slow rate.  It looks like something out of a Star Trek movie.

Also, since the train is the only means for First Nations people to travel back and forth to the grid, there are a batch of First Nation hamlets scattered along the path.  When you pull up to their respective stations, local people file off and on the train like it’s a subway car.  It really does feel like we have warped back to 1875 and we are travelling from St Louis to San Francisco.  That’s not an insult; it’s actually a really rewarding experience. It must be very special to live in this type of environment.  (It’s a shame that in 2017, the train tracks had a catastrophic failure, and the corporate entity that controls the train system and the Canadian government cannot find an agreement to fix and reinstate this valuable transportation service.)


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Thompson Manitoba
July 32016

As mentioned in the previous article, the train to Churchill goes from Winnipeg to the Hudson Bay. The only workaround to the 3-day train ride is to drive up to Thompson or Gillam and hop on the train there. Since we were having both van engine and Canadian weather problems, we elected to buy some tickets in Thompson instead of Gillam and get on the train there.

The Manitoba “highway” #6 is all paved, thank Zeus, but it’s still a long and remote journey.  We ended up passing through the Pisew Falls area and pushed on to Thompson right before midnight.

We got a hotel (we needed a nice place because we were smelly, beat up, and thrashed from the long drive and roadside mechanical repairs), and got some much needed rest.  The next morning, we ventured off to the train station right when they opened to buy some train tickets.  The clerk was exceptionally helpful, and he explained all the nuances about traveling by train in the tundra.

Some things we learned:

First, the train is exceptionally reliable in the winter, but not so reliable in the summer.  The frost keeps the tracks parallel and straight in the cold months, but once the soil thaws, it heaves the soil around messing up the tracks.  It’s not uncommon for the train to have to say under 20 mph for the 1063-mile trek, which makes it a lot longer than the projected three days on the ticket.

Second, even with the advance of being in Thompson, it is still an 18-hour ride up to Churchill.  This part of the train is especially susceptible to frost heaves, so the journey is very slow.  Also, once we boarded the train, I was surprised how many railway “turn-arounds” there are by Thompson, Gillam, and Churchill.  You think you are close to the destination, but there are several tertiary tracks that force the conductor to meander around to get the overall train into the right directionality and location for the station.  It’s not just a hop on the train and straight shot to the destination.

Third, it’s not uncommon for the train to derail, leaving the occupants stranded for days, both on the tracks and in Churchill.  There is only one track up to Churchill, so the “rescue” and repair train utilities have to trudge up to the location of the derailment, and meticulously realign and reinstall the train on the tracks.  For those stranded in Churchill, there are flights back to civilization, but they are costly.

Fourth, the passenger train is only one small component to the transport system up there. Most of the train activity on the tracks is related to grain and agricultural transport, because the Hudson and James Bays are the main waterway for all Saskatchewan and Manitoba international shipping.  Any of these heavily-loaded commercial trains could also derail, further postponing any public transport train activity for days.

The train station clerk took our money for the tickets and told us that the train is expected later that day.  So we ventured off to the “metropolis” of Thompson.  It’s a rather large town for the area, but relative to the rest of North America, it’s quaint and tiny.

South of town, there is a great museum called the “Heritage North,” which showcases a lot of local artifacts.  We spent several hours there in their building and on the grounds.

After we ate a quick meal there on their picnic tables, we headed over to the train station.  When we were at the station in the morning, it was pretty dead.  But now that the train was on the horizon, the place was bustling with travelers and all sorts of commotion.  It was pretty cool.

We parked the van next to the other vehicles in long-term parking, and boarded the train.  We watched the veggie van disappear in the distance as we ventured off into the great northern wild tundra.

While Glenn and I have never had issues with any First Nation people ever (except one drunk dude that was perturbed about his picture being taken in Lac La Biche), we were constantly inundated with southern white Canadians that were quite critical of their fellow northern neighbors.  They would say things like “Thompson is a shithole,” or “I wouldn’t leave your van parked in Thompson,” or “They [the Indians] will steal all your shit.”  It was a constant refrain.  So we didn’t know what to think.  As far as we could tell, the place looked like a nice town with nice people.  So when we left the van at the station, we didn’t know if it would still be there when we returned.  (Spoiler alert: not only was the van still there unmolested, no “Indians” stole our scooters or supplies on top.  Take that, racists.) 


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As you drive further north, the wilderness transforms into tundra. Gradually, what starts are pockets of swampy bog turn into wide swaths of treeless permafrost. Here was a section of that south of Ponton.

Also, as we got further north, the sky never really got too dark.  It was getting quite late in the evening, and this was the view north from our van.

At the junction of “Highways” 6 and 39, there is a general store and gas station called the Ponton Service Station.  We stopped in to check it out, but didn’t really need anything.  From what I hear in 2019, they have permanently closed now.  Bummer.  That area really needed some kind of business substructure.

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When we did this WVO roadtrip in 2016, there are two ways to Churchill MB: Plane or Train.  Now, since the train tracks got washed out in 2017, the train is no longer an option.  Even back in 2016, the tracks looked in rather shabby shape, as you can see in the photo above and below.  This was located near Warren MB, which is a small town on the trip up to the Churchill.

You might be wondering, why the hell are we driving up to Churchill if there are only two (now one) ways to get to the town, located on the Hudson Bay? Well, we are extraordinarily cheap with money and time. The train travels from Winnipeg to Churchill every three days.  It’s a 6 day roundtrip, because it takes 1.5-2 days to travel there and back.  Also, it costs something like $500 per person to travel from the Peg to Churchill, so with that kind of impact on our schedule and pocketbook, we elected to do the next best thing: Drive up to Thompson or Gillam in the north of Manitoba and hop on the northbound train.

While this is moderately cheaper (I think it was $300 or so to take the train, crazy expensive), this presented some serious considerations.  First off, if we missed our train, we were SOL. If we drove all the way up to Gillam and Thompson, and the train had already stopped on through, we would be left behind.  Since the train is notoriously late in the summer (no fault of their own, because the frost heaves contort the tracks, forcing the engineer to slow to a crawl), we figured missing the train wouldn’t be a problem.  Second, the stops in Gillam and Thompson are VERY remote, and the station is not always open. While it’s easy to buy tickets online and in Winnipeg, it’s hard to make sure we arrive in Thompson and Gillam at a time where we can buy tickets when the ticket office is open.  Thirdly, there is always the risk that the train will be booked up, leaving us high and dry in Gillam and Thompson.  The train is the main transportation service for all the First Nation hamlets scattered in the Manitoban tundra, so it is frequented by many northern indigenous people.  Also, this is the heart of the Canadian summer, so there are several tourists chomping at the bit to go up to Churchill for a Beluga Whale tour or Polar Bear siteseeing adventure.  So things were tight.

Lucky for us, we did manage to get up to Thompson.  Unlucky for us, our van had that pesky oil-in-coolant problem, forcing us to cut our drive up to Gillam short.  Thompson was our second choice, but after reviewing the road conditions up to Gillam, it was probably a wise choice even with a tip-top van.  The roads are mostly mud and gravel, and this particular week had been especially rainy.

Anyway, I took this picture of the railroad, because it just struck my interest. I couldn’t believe that people were taking this rickety old track up to Churchill.  Soon, we would be on those rickety tracks ourselves.

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As we trekked northward, we encountered the small First Nation town of Grand Rapids. Nice little place, and it’s cool how different the culture it gets as you drive further and further north.

It was getting increasingly rainy as we progressed on this trip. For a July, it was rather cold and wet.  I bet it was probably in the 50’s maximum in the day, and close to freezing at night.

After driving for hours without seeing much, suddenly signs started appearing on the horizon.

Eventually, we crossed the Saskatchewan River which connects the huge lakes Winnipeg and Cedar. That puts us into the heart of Grand Rapids.

We’ve been all over northern Canada, and one thing I’ve noticed in the northern First Nation culture is their love of free range kids. Kids are always roaming around, playing, investigating, and so on. It’s really cool.  I kind of wish more southern towns allowed kids to be kids like this.

Interestingly though, as we drove through Grand Rapids, we found a cadre of kiddos literally climbing the top of their amphitheater!  Talk about a wild time!



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Kenora Ontario
July 32016

We’ve visited Kenora several times, in 2016, 2015, 2010 and so on.

So, in 2015, we drove to Newfoundland and had a debilitating oil-in-coolant issue unrelated to our veggie oil system.  I thought I had fixed the problem in the off-season, by installing new heads and head gaskets, but by the time we reached Kenora, it was apparent we still had the leak.

So we pulled over at an A&W and investigated the issue.  Sure enough, the problem was still there, and it only arose once we put down some major miles.

In order to better assess the issue, without opening the radiator when it’s hot, we decided to use some of our wire to make a temporary dipstick, which would reside in the coolant reservoir.  Since we were already this far, we figured, we should keep driving the 2016 roadtrip and see if the problem gets worse.

Here’s me building the dipstick:

Also, we stopped through Kenora in 2010:

Lots of oddities on the way from the Ontario border to the Peg. The top hat really completes this piece.


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Kokoms restaurant makes some delicious food with a native delicacy called Bannock.

Back in 2010 or 2012 (I can’t remember, getting old), we ate our first bite of Bannock.  We were driving through Smithers British Columbia, and there was a food stand on the side of the THC.  Never missing an opportunity to eat food, we pulled over.  It’s basically a sweet bread, and you pour on honey or corn syrup to give it a little oomph.  The closest analog in the American southwest would be sopapillas or in the midwest would be a light and airy biscuit.

When we entered Dryden Ontario, we stopped at their delightful Tourism Center.  We always ask, what’s something we can eat here, that is like no where else in the world.  They immediately said we should eat a Kokom’s Bannock Shack, where they make burgers and fries with Bannock buns.  What a delightful fusion: greasy delicious hamburger smooshed between a couple sweetened bread buns.

Overall, the place was pretty damn good.  They even had a vegetarian menu (you have to ask for it), and their veggie-bannock-burger was even better than their actual bannock meat hamburger.

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After driving cross country with three kids, we needed a break.  The Antique Car Museum of Iowa, in Iowa City, is a great place to stretch the legs.  The kids liked all the oddball cars and vehicles.  They also had this crazy organ and jukebox from the olden days.


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Cool dinosaur museum with animatronic monsters!

The kids loved it, but one of the little ones skirted the walls avoiding the t-rex.

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Cleveland Ohio
July 202015

Honestly, I don’t know why Cleveland gets a bad wrap.  It’s a delight!

First we asked some locals for a good place to eat, so they suggested the infamous Melt Bar and Grill.  They had something like 12 types of grilled cheese.

Then we drove to the university area to visit the History Museum.  Glenn saw that dinosaur suppository and got a little excited for insertion.

Then we circumambulated the Frank Gehry building on the campus.

And checked out the famous Ronald McDonald House.

And cruised through downtown.

Cleveland was actually an amazing town.



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Avon New York
July 202015

After visiting PEI, we elected to drive through the night to get to Avon, NY.  A man named James had contacted us and wanted to meet up.  He is a fellow greaser and offered to help us get back to Wisconsin.

So off to Avon it is.  On the way there, we saw a bunch of ancient Painted Lady houses.

Next we got a burger at Tom Wahl’s.  This is a local institution.

Then we met up with James.  He was a great guy.  Thanks for giving us a tour of your grease vehicles and topping us off with a full tank of VO.  🙂

It was getting late so we decided to stay at the historical Avon Inn.  It is totally haunted.

It had this cool 19th century interior with all sorts of creaking and other spooky sounds.  Glenn totally got scared throughout the night, and said some ghost raped him.



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Driving around PEI
July 192015

Cruising around Crapaud.

Some huge inukshuk in the heart of PEI.

A bunch of churches near Carleton.

Shingled siding near Sackville Nova Scotia



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Charlottetown PEI
July 192015

This place is like a time warp.  There must have been buildings here from the 19th and possibly the 18th centuries.

Charlottetown is kind of like the Philadelphia of the U.S.  It was where Canada declared it’s quasi-independence.  We went on this tour of the Founder’s Hall, where they described how they established their confederacy.  Basically, the eastern colony governors met up to have a shindig in 1860-something, and the western territory reps crashed the party.  They all got drunk and decided to draft up some kind of union.  They didn’t have the balls to declare independence like their big brother America, so they basically stayed the proverbial basement of Great Britain until their 30’s.

Anyways, enough joking about Canada’s history.  Instead, let’s focus on the delicious poutine served up by the hot woman at the Chip Shop in Charlottestown.



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After crossing the biggest bridge in history, we stopped at their nifty visitors center in PEI.  They suggested we stop in Victoria on the way to Charlottestown, the capital.

Victoria was a nice place to stop.  Kinda touristy and kinda boomer-targeted.  The natives told us to try “cold lobster,” which is just boiled lobster that is chilled.  You still eat it with butter and whatnot, it’s just cold.  I didn’t really get how this was so good.  Anyway, I’m a crab guy anyway.

Victoria has a long pier where old couples go to make out.  We ruined their fun by smelling like farts.

Apparently Glenn’s butt was so smelly, this couple tried to kayak up wind.

Nearby, there was a decorative lighthouse.  Quaint.  On to the capital.



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After resting in New Glasgow, we drove for a bit through Nova Scotia.  There was this nice rest area near the shore that was interesting.  Nova Scotia is kinda like northern Wisconsin.  Lots of farms and churches.

Eventually we approached the MASSIVE bridge which seemed to go on forever.

Prince Edward Island (PEI) resides in the St Lawrence Seaway and is separated from the mainland by the Northumberland Strait.  Here is a picture of a bird on the strait.

After 129 hours of driving, we finally crossed the bridge onto PEI.



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Glenn was looking a little ragged, so we crashed out for the night in New Glasgow.  It was about time.  The last time we had a shower was 3.5 days ago.

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Some pictures of scenic Nova Scotia.

Hawkesbury bridge above.  Canso Causeway below.

Baddeck NS below.

Some mountains near Skye River in the Nova Scotia Smokey Mountains.

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Sydney Nova Scotia
July 182015

Arrived off the ferry and headed into Sydney.

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The ferry from Sydney Nova Scotia to Channel-Port Aux Basques connects the Canadian mainland to Newfoundland.  It takes about six hours to cross.

The particular day we set sail was exceptionally cold, windy, and stormy.  Even though we were loving these plush seats, we were in for a Nor’easter.

The top level had some nice amenities but few opted to pay for the extra cost to get into the business class.  There was an even better premium class above, but god knows how expensive that must have been.

The wind created some decent swells.  Even though we were on the third floor, water would crash onto the deck and splash our windows.   The waves made walking around the boat really difficult and sickening.  At one point I went out to take some pictures, but it made me seasick to stagger around.  I elected to stay seated for the duration of the ferry ride.



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Channel Port Aux Basques is a tiny town on the southern tip of Newfoundland that has a major ferry port back to the Canadian mainland.  We drove through the night from St John’s only to arrive in CPAB at around 4am.  Naturally, like most typical Canadian small towns, there is nothing open at that hour, except for the trusty Tim Hortons.  So we hung out at the TH for a few hours.

We used the Tim Hortons wifi to book our tickets.  Unlike the small ferry from Blanc Sablon to St Barbe, the CPAB ferry is massive like a cruise ship.  A standard ticket for the ferry is cheap, but you don’t get a dedicated seat.  So we elected to reserve some business class seats in the upper deck, so we could relax for the 6-hour boat ride.  We never had a hotel room since the stay at Lans Aux Meadows, so maybe a recliner would be the next best thing.

After a few hours of Tim Hortons breakfast sandwiches, we trekked down to the ferry.  pretty spiffy.

The auto bay was massive.  They strapped the wheels down to the deck and we headed up stairs.

We got some good seats with a great view of the town.

An now, we can finally get some sleep.



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We had to drive throughout the night in order to make our morning ferry at Port Aux Basques.


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St Johns Newfoundland
July 172015

St Johns is the furthest point on the 2015 WVO Roadtrip.  It also constitutes the furthest east we ever drove on alternative fuel on any of our journeys.  Also, this is the furthest east we drove on the Trans Canadian Hwy (THC), which is colloquial known as Mile One.

We parked the veggie van and took a long walk around the city.

This confirms it.  We have officially driven every mile of the THC over 8 years of Vegetable Oil Roadtrips.

St Johns is really nice.  We got to eat some Canadian Fish Sushi at a spiffy Asian fusion joint.

The bay is pretty scenic.

Up on the Battery Hill, you can see the vast expanse of the city.  It’s rather large.  This is no hamlet in the fjord.

The GEO Science Center has some educational exhibits.  They showcase both scientific and indigenous artifacts. Their Titanic showcase is exceptional, because this town was the closest reasonably large settlement that could aide the victims of the sunken vessel.

The Canuks are thrilled about their “Canada Arm.”  I call it the “Canadian Handy.”

We had to go after only one day of venturing around the town.  We knew we would have to drive through the night to catch the ferry at Port Aux Basques in the morning.  However, we contemplated taking a day trip to the French territory of St Pierre and Miquelon.  Very few realize that there is a French island in the heart of the Canadian east.  It would have proved to be a difficult trip, because we could only afford one day there, and with no plans or reservations established, it was prohibitive.  Also, we were having some van problems, so we gave up on the project.  Oh well, maybe next time.


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Glenn put on some major miles really fast, so we got to the St Johns area too early.  We pulled off in a gas station out of town so we could catch some Z’s before the sun rose.

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Newfoundland has a portion of the THC (Trans Canadian Highway) that cuts through it.  Even though the island doesn’t look that big, it is actually rather huge and it has massive fjords that cut deep into the coastline.  That means what is merely a 400-km distance as the crow flies, ends up being a 1000-km drive one-way.  We wanted to get to St Johns to limp the van back to Wisconsin and Los Angeles due to the oil-in-coolant problem.  So Glenn elected to drive from Deer Lake to St Johns so we can finish the THC once and for all.

We also drove thru Springdale where the hills and forest start to get really thick.

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Driving the coast of Newfoundland is fun!

Newfoundland is scattered with tiny towns all over the island.  Each has their own little charm.



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Hardy har har.  Someone on the ferry to St Barbe said that all the locals love to eat this crap called “Cod Tongue.”  So we found a restaurant in St Anthony that served this so-called “delicacy.”  Upon trying this, we immediately wondered if we were being punked and looked for the hidden cameras.  It’s basically like a gelatinous and tendony tongue that is battered, fried, and served to human beings to make them gag or induce vomiting.  It’s a suitable substitute for ipecac, if necessary.


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Wow! First time in Newfoundland! After we departed the St Barbe ferry, we headed north to the Lans Aux Meadows World Heritage Site.  We didn’t have a definitive plan.  We just wanted to get up as far north as possible and find a hotel in the area.  As we drove northbound, we saw more and more signs talking about Norse culture.

We didn’t realize just how big Newfoundland is. Not only that, the northern part is VERY remote.  There wasn’t much for hotels and motels up there.  After driving around some, we found a hamlet with a general store that discussed a family that rents out a cottage.  Considering this was the first time in a while we could catch some Z’s before the upcoming 1000-km drive to St Johns after visiting the world heritage site tomorrow, the moderately-priced cottage was not too big of a deal.

The cottage was nice and cozy, and it even had two bedrooms so I didn’t have to hear Glenn crap his pants all night.  That night, it got below freezing. We even brought the cans of soda into the cottage so that they wouldn’t freeze and explode in the vehicle.  I simply cannot believe that in the middle of July, it could be below 32 degrees in the day and evening.

Before we went to bed, we found a small upscale restaurant on the tip of the peninsula.  It was called The Norseman, and we were severely underdressed.  The food was probably the nicest and elite stuff we had eaten in a decade.  Much better than the microwavable meals we usually eat on these trips.  We headed back to the cabin for the night.

After a good night’s rest, we came outside to check over the van.  It had been running for about 8 days straight, so it was overdue for a thorough lookover.  Upon inspecting the radiator, we had a catastrophic realization: the oil cooler repair we conducted in Wisconsin at the beginning of the trip did NOT work.  There was a substantial quantity of grey oil in the radiator.  We spent the majority of our morning trying to siphon out a lot of the oil out of the coolant.  Most of it was floating on the coolant, because oil floats on water, but that meant our whole coolant system had been compromised.  We had to decide what to do next: keep on going (carefully), or abort the mission.  Since we are basically at the halfway point of the entire 2015 WVO roadtrip, it seemed foolish to abort now.  In a way, the halfway point is already the de facto abort point, so we elected to keep on going, and make a procedure to pump out the oil as it accumulates in the coolant over the next few days.

We got to the Lans Aux Meadows site and it’s a truly impressive place.  I think this was the first World Heritage Site I had ever visited, and it’s on par with the best of the best national parks facilities.  It was FREEZING out, in the low 30’s and with gusts of 30-40mph.  I wore literally all the clothes and jackets I packed, because I was not expecting wintery conditions.

As we entered the Lans Aux Meadows visitors centers, there was a bunch of rangers and tourists on the inside.  As we struggled to open and close the front door against the gusts of rainy and snowy wind, we got inside to declare, “We should come back here in the summer when it’s warm.”  The rangers and tourists got a good laugh out of our joke.

The visitors museums has all sorts of multimedia displays and actual artifacts from the Vikings that lived here in the middle ages.  It was an impressive museum.

The site has a series of trails for tourists to explore the grounds.  The site is situated directly on the Atlantic coast.

There are little creeks and streams all over the place.  There are not a lot of trees.  It’s kind of like permafrost or tundra-like terrain, yet the soil didn’t seem too solid.  Maybe the growing season is just so small, that trees don’t fair well in this climate.

The Vikings that settled here built sod houses in lieu of timbers.  They apparently went down to places like Maine because they found wood artifacts on this site that couldn’t have possibly been obtained in eastern and northern Canada or Europe.  No known Viking site had been found in that area, yet.

In addition to the Heritage Site and its museum, there are also reinactors that interact with the tourists to show the life and times of the typical Norseman.  It was cozy and warm in these sod houses near the fire, especially after the long tour of the grounds by the Heritage Site Tour Guide.

The major thing that piqued my interest was a comment by one of these actors.  They said the records show one of Liev Eriksons decedents eventually lead a Viking evacuation of the New World.  He had a scuffle with the native population, that led to deaths on both sides.  The Indians lead a revolt against the Norsemen, and forced them to egress Newfoundland.  When they got back to Scandinavia, they told the Old World not to bother going back, because the native population was such an intimidating military power.  That is an astonishing statement, because this was the heyday of Viking supremacy, and if the greatest fighting and pillaging force of that era was afraid of the Newfoundland tribes, that was a testament to the strength and resilience of their tribe.


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We got on the ferry in Blanc Sablon, and headed out to sea….  Arg!

There were whales and dolphins swimming in the frigid waters.

The body of the ferry was full of cars, trucks, semis, and other vehicles.  This boat got a lot of usage.

The waters of the Gulf of St Lawrence were rather calm and enjoyable.  Later this week though, we would take the Port aux Basques ferry during a storm, and the swaying was unbearable.

It wasn’t uncommon to see icebergs floating around in the water.  Pretty spiffy.



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Blanc Sablon Quebec
July 152015

The Atlantic coastal drive was kind of fun on the 2015 WVO Roadtrip.  Near Blanc Sablon, we got to see actual icebergs floating passed us as we drove to our ferry.

Much to Glenn’s dismay, we were not done with Quebec when we left the Barrage Daniel Johnson.  For a few miles, we’ll be in Quebec for a few minutes while we wait for our ferry.  Thankfully for him, very few people in this remote area only spoke French.

The ferry from Blanc Sablon to Newfoundland is pretty small.  It’s only a one-hour ride and you can see the island across the gulf.

The wildcard is getting a ticket.  Priority goes to other people, since we hadn’t bought our tickets in advance.  We managed to get in line, and had to wait and see if the ferry would have room for our van and us.  With one extra person after us, we were included in this particular fare.



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As we take a leisurely summer drive in the snowy hills of Labrador, we got closer and closer to the coast.

Finally we happened upon the town of Red Bay, which couldn’t be more than a few dozen buildings.  I wonder if the town was just for show, because it was rather picturesque.

Eventually we meandered our way down the main road to the Atlantic Ocean and the core buildings of the town.

At the end of the peninsula, there was a contemporary structure housing the Red Bay National Historical Site.  We made a quick visit because we had to keep moving south to catch our ferry to Newfoundland in a few hours.

A river north of Pinware NL.



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We left Happy Valley Goose Bay after dinner and tried to drive through the night to get to the Newfoundland Ferry before afternoon the next day.

This area is still really cold, even in the summer.  There is ice in Lake Melville.  Some history: This is the place where Clarence Birdseye got his idea to flash-freeze food to keep its freshness, and it seemed like for every mile we drove on this gravel nightmare, we were getting flash-frozen.

I tried to catch some Z’s while Glenn proceeded into the short night.  I would wake up to the van rattling to pieces.  The potholes and washboards were horrendous.

Early in the morning, the sky was covered in clouds and the temps kept dropping.  It was in the 40’s and sporadic rain.

Then in the middle of nowhere, there is a sign explaining something called “Atlantic Time.”  Turns out they have an additional time zone that is 30 minutes earlier than Eastern Time.  Well that should be confusing.

As we got closer to the coast, the landscape really transforms into what it looks like on the North Slope of the Dalton Hwy or up near Tuktoyaktuk.

It’s really an alien landscape, and really cool.  I wouldn’t say it was worth the drive, but it was the highlight of the lead up to the coast.

Just to show you how cold it was at the coast, there were still patches of snow on the hills in July.  It was easily in the low 40’s and possibly in the high 30’s.

Onward to the Newfoundland Ferry.

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The oddly-named Happy Valley Goose Bay is a village on the Atlantic Coast. This 2015 WVO Roadtrip would allow us to visit the watersheds of three different oceans, and by getting to HVGB, that means we could physically touch a saltwater bay to the Atlantic Ocean.  HVGB was named so strangely because it had some sort of US Military background.  There are monuments to the American influence.  Kind of odd to see U.S. artifacts in a foreign country, but there they are.

As I said in the previous articles, we had a few roadtripping motorcyclists near us on the Labrador Hwy.  We even got to meet the famed Philip Funnell!  Since we tended to meet all the same guys on these cycles, we decided to formally get to know each other.

So at the Labrador North visitor’s center, we all went to eat at an actual restaurant!! Woah, money bags!

HVGB only has a handful of food options.  The El Greco (run by a local family) clearly got the endorsement of the visitor’s center, so we all went out to dinner.  It was a nice time talking to fellow travelers.  It was this particular group that told me about the Canadian plans to finish the Dempster Hwy in November of 2017!  We then drove that highway in July of 2018.

While in HVGB, we stopped off at their shops and hardware stores.  We bought up dozens of Grade 8 locking nuts, washers, loctite, and other tricks to keeping our van in one piece!  The roads up here are like putting your vehicle in a paint shaker for 500-miles.

Glenn was partial to the “Glenn Plaza” for some reason.  He’s such a narcissist.

After a few hours of fun, we decided to drive through the night from HVGB to the ocean shoreline.  It’s a 620-km drive to Blanc Sablon.  If we make good time, we can get on the ferry to Newfoundland by the afternoon.




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Thankfully, they paved the road between Labrador and Happy Valley Goose Bay.  This transformed our previous maximum speed of 25mph up to a reasonable 60mph.

This area is completely under construction, and it’s not uncommon to see whole houses and trailers driving on the majority of the lanes.

Basically, around every corner is a picturesque lake or shoreline.  I suspect all of these lakes are suffuse with fish and other wildlife.  It would be a great place for fishing and hunting, however, the drive up would not be worth the trip.

Eventually we met the massive Churchill River which means we are almost at the halfway point of the paved section: Churchill Falls.

Churchill Falls is a rather small town, which I assume services the massive hydro electrical project to the east.

The power lines are massive.  The network must have gone on for miles and miles.  All this gets plugged into the grid further south to the more populated areas of Canada.



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Labrador City
July 142015

We have finally made it to Labrador City, and not a moment too soon.  All the way from Thunder Bay, this had been a long drive since the last time we got a shower and bed.  I hope we didn’t smell too bad.

While driving the infamous Highway 389 (Labrador Hwy), we saw some nice sites like this bog near Fire Lake Quebec.

Also, as you approach Labrador City, there are massive mining operations and other forestry & hydro projects scattered on the landscape.  We could tell recreational drivers never really travel up this way.

As we drove into town, we found a reasonable hotel called the Carol Inn to take us in.  Thank goodness.  We needed to refresh and reload.  The next morning, we set off into the city to check out the sights and sounds.  We got some souvenirs at the Labrador Rose and meandered the “downtown” area.

After a little bit of cruising, we noticed the van wasn’t running right.  There was a fuel leak from the diesel side.  With some quick repairs, all was good.

Onward to Churchill Falls and Happy Valley Goose Bay.


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As a kid, I would look at a map of North America and notice interesting geographies.  One place that captured my attention was the crater of Lac Manicouagan. From space, the classic crater circle is easily recognizable.  The Labrador Highway runs along this massive crater (over 30-miles across) but due to the heavy forest and the lake’s enormous size, it’s almost impossible to see this lake in person.

Thankfully, there is a spot where the topography puts the highway high enough to see one edge of the crater.  Pretty cool.

While driving up the Labrador Hwy, we noticed a handful of motorcyclists along side us every once in a while.  They tended to go a bit faster than us, but not by much.  One motorcyclist had this odd bicycle trailer.  He appeared to have some mechanical issues and was limping along.  Right after sightseeing the crater, we pulled off at a remote gas station where the motorcyclist happened to be parked.  He appeared to be struggling with something on his bike.

We walked up to offer some help.  It turned out to be Canadian Motorcycle Hall of Famer Philip Funnell!  What are the odds!?

We talked to him for almost an hour.  He discussed a bunch of stuff, and wasn’t shy about jibber-jabbering.  I guess if you are on the road as long as him, you get the gift of gab.  He talked about his sleeper trailer and all his modifications for his cycle.  It was a pretty spiffy deal.  We talked about our veggie van and our mods as well.  He suggested we put locking washers, locking nylon nuts, and duct tape on all our loose bolts if we want to make it the rest of the way on the Labrador. ( In hindsight, he was RIGHT ON, because we often had to stop in each town to get new bolts from the ones that fell on the washboard gravel roads).

After a good talk, we took off.  That was the last and only time we met him.  It was 2015, and I think he said he as 80 years old at the time of our discussion.  As we drove down the Labrador, Glenn remarked how spooky it would be to sleep in that fiberglass “coffin,” as he put it.  He joked, Phil was getting up in age, and hopefully he can get that cycle back to B.C. without someone finding his corpse in the “coffin.”

Wherever he is, I wish him well.  If he did croak, I suspect for a diehard motorcyclist and roadtripper like Philip Funnell, dying on the open road would be the way to go.



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As we drove up the Labrador Hwy, our GPS was telling us to barrage Daniel Johnson in a few hundred miles.  Kind of funny, because I know a guy named Daniel Johnson.  He (as well as Glenn) went to my wedding.  So we were truly intrigued how we were going to barrage him.

Just before we got to see how we’ll barrage him, we stopped in on one of the very few places along the Labrador Hwy: the Motel De L’Energie.  This is an outpost for anyone who wants to take a break on this roadway, or if they brake down and need a place to stay. There is also a small restaurant and gift shop.  We weren’t hungry, so we pressed on.

Then soon after, we found out about the barrage.  I guess “barrage” is the French word for “dam.”  LOL.  Once we got to Labrador City, I posted a picture of our GPS to the real Daniel Johnson.

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This was getting to be a long drive.  The last place we had a hotel room was Thunder Bay, and we drove up to Wemindji, Matagami, and now Baie Comeau.  Aside from a few lousy thunderstorming hours of rest in the van in Relais checkpoint, we hadn’t gotten much decent rest.

We drove through Saguenay and got to the St Lawrence Seaway.

While it was a little dark, we pulled off in an abandoned lot to fill up our grease in the early morning, and rested for an hour or so.

As the sun rose, we entered the tiny town of Baie Comeau on the coast of Quebec.  This is the start of the Labrador highway, which is a gravel road that is hundreds and hundreds of miles long to Labrador City and Happy Valley-Goose Bay.

As with all French signs, we had to chuckle.

When you get to the Labrador Hwy entrance, they have a sign explaining where the roadway is closed.  There is no guarantee the gravel road will be open.  In fact, it commonly is closed due to washouts and other bad conditions.



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Ever since our first trip to Quebec in 2009, we have always sought out poutine.  It’s the best Canadian food ever.  Back in those days, I worked with a group of Quebecois that recommended I try the stuff out.  Ever since, we’ve been addicted.

Thankfully, the rest of Canada has caught on to this delicious food, and the more I travel around the continent, the more I find this treat on menus across the country.

I distinctly remember this particular meal, because of the circumstances.  We had been driving since our visit to Wemindji, and couldn’t find any decent food in the remote parts of northern Quebec.  As we pulled into St Felicien, it was approaching 10pm, which means most restaurants were already closed.

On the main drag, we could this small poutine stand with a tiny interior dining space.  They were cleaning up, so they probably didn’t want to see us pulling up.  I got to use some of my piss-poor French, and I asked for two entrees of poutine.  She said something, that I took as ” Want to eat inside or take it to go?”  I knew the words for “eat inside” and “to go” so I said we would eat inside.  She looked a little perturbed, but since she didn’t know English and I didn’t know French that well, she let us in.

After a short wait, this arrived.  YUM!

Only after we finished our meal and headed out on the road, did I re-review what the woman had said.  Then it dawned on my she was saying we “couldn’t eat inside because it’s close at 9pm, and it would have to be ‘to-go.'”  Ha!  I just picked up on the words I knew and tried to piece it together from my experiences in Paris.  We ate pretty fast, so I hope we weren’t too much of a burden.

We continued on passed Saguenay to the St Lawrence Seaway.

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Northern Quebec sure is a perdy place.  Seemed like around every corner, there was a rainbow or sunset or forest that was gorgeous.

But the James Bay Road and the northern logging roads had done a number on our van.  As we were driving, the bumper began to squeak.  The roads had rattled the bolts free all over the van, but the bumper was getting precarious.

We pulled off just before it got dark to tighten everything up.  The mosquitoes were horrendous.

This bolt loosening problem became one of our biggest concerns, as we took the several hundred mile drive on washboard gravel throughout all of Labrador.


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After the storm near Relais and Eastmain on the James Bay Road, we decided to park the van at the Relais checkpoint until the storm cleared up. After a rough night sleeping in the van in a thunder and hail storm, we hit the road.  We got down to the checkpoint at Matagami to tell the ranger that we made it back alive.  In the checkpoint office, we got a picture of a logging road map that could be a good shortcut to Waswanipi that is the route we are taking across northern Quebec.

What we didn’t realize was, just how REMOTE this road system was.  No signs, no lanes, no nothing.  Just a one-lane gravel road system that the loggers use to ship their products down south.

If we encountered a logging truck, it took up most of the gravel road.

At one point, we were driving on some random road in the bush, and we came across a grouping of workers near a pickup.  They looked at us as if we were aliens. I suspect they almost never get any public traffic on these roads.

While Glenn drove, I cooked up some microwavable meals since it was getting late for lunchtime, and we don’t expect any restaurants in the next dozen hours.

Eventually we found our way to Waswanipi Quebec.  We ended up having an overdrive problem, but it was fixed with some simple wiring fixes on the side of the road.

We also kept on trucking through the town of Chapais.  No time to hang out… we were behind schedule, and we still need to get to Labrador and Newfoundland asap!

If we keep going, we plan to make it up to Lac Saint-Jean by late dinner.  Our goal is to get on the Labrador Highway by tomorrow.


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We wanted to use Wemindji’s location on the James Bay to “cheat” a trip to Nunavut. For the longest time, we were trying to figure out how to get to the Canadian territory of Nunavut.  It’s the only place in Canada that cannot be driven to, except by ice road.  We are not prepared to drive this veggie van through an ice road, so our only option is to fly up to Nunavut.

Except, I found a loop hole.  After reviewing several maps, I found an interesting fact: Any island in the Arctic Ocean that is disconnected to the mainland at low tide is considered part of Nunavut.  That rule also applies to any island in the Hudson Bay, as well as the James Bay.  So even a tiny island off the coast of Wemindji is considered part of Nunavut.

Knowing this, we wanted to go out on a boat into the James Bay and find an island, and officially visit Nunavut.  We had contacted a woman representing the burgeoning tourism “industry” in this town, and she said she would set us up.  But just in case she flaked out, we also brought a small raft and outboard motor to get us out in the bay.

But before we could inflate our boat, we were stopped by our tourism agent and a local fisherman who was willing to give us a ride into the James Bay.

He took us out several miles into the bay, and to a small island out in the middle.  He said the space was a holy island, and I can understand why.  It was like no other place I had been.  The ground was mysteriously colored with red rocks and there was a carpet of magenta jade-like plants covering the ground.  When you walked, it was like walking on sponges.  It was such an alien environment.

We circumambulated the island while our guide hung out on the east side.  After an hour of adventuring, we wrapped up our visit.  It proved to be a worthy trek.

Out on the bay, we could see icebergs.  The locals said that just a few weeks ago, the bay was full of ice.  It had just recently melted and floated up to the Hudson Bay.  Also, a thick fog had rolled in.  In hindsight, we were really glad the man took us out in his professional fishing boat, instead of us trying our hand with an inflatable raft and underpowered motor.



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Wemindji Quebec
July 122015

One of the first major destinations for our 2015 WVO Roadtrip was Wemindji Quebec. Wemindji is a wonderful town. Canadians are nice, but Wemindji residents are even nicer.

Our goals for the Wemindji visit were two-fold. One part was seeing this northern First Nation town. We had researched a lot of this, and found some interesting history here.

The second part, we wanted to use Wemindji’s location on the James Bay to “cheat” a trip to Nunavut. For the longest time, we were trying to figure out how to get to the Canadian territory of Nunavut.  It’s the only place in Canada that cannot be driven to, except by ice road.  We are not prepared to drive this veggie van through an ice road, so our only option is to fly up to Nunavut.

Except, I found a loop hole.  After reviewing several maps, I found an interesting fact: Any island in the Arctic Ocean that is disconnected to the mainland at low tide is considered part of Nunavut.  That rule also applies to any island in the Hudson Bay, as well as the James Bay.  So even a tiny island off the coast of Wemindji is considered part of Nunavut.

Knowing this, we wanted to go out on a boat into the James Bay and find an island, and officially visit Nunavut.  We had contacted a woman representing the burgeoning tourism “industry” in this town, and she said she would set us up.  But just in case she flaked out, we also brought a small raft and outboard motor to get us out in the bay.

As we drove into town, the local police pulled us over.  They were really cool about it, and said that we didn’t violate any law, they just wanted to talk to the people in the van with California plates.  They must have spread the word about our arrival, because once we got to the shoreline, people were coming out of the woodwork.  Eventually our tourism agent appeared with a man willing to give us a tour of the James Bay.  Awesome!

After our tour, we ate at the Wemindji cafeteria.  Most of these northern towns are subsidized by the Canadian government, and have some great food.  The assistant mayor heard of our arrival and sat with us.  He gave us a book about the history of Wemindji and some other souvenirs.  The town was really special.

They wanted us to stay for the night and join in a tribal celebration. They were going to harvest some exotic meats for us, but unfortunately we had a lot of miles to go tonight.

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Wemindji Turn-off
July 122015

There is about a 100-mile gravel road that gets you from the James Bay Road to Wemindji.  Here is the monument erected when you turn off from the JBR.

We drove a few dozen miles and saw a car rolled in the ditch. We were concerned, because we didn’t see a single other car on the road, so we approached with caution.  For all we knew, we might have been the only vehicle on the road for days.  There might have been a dead body in there.

Upon closer inspection, this car must have rolled months ago.  No one was inside, so we continued on.  I suspect this area does not have a lot of wrecking services that is affordable, so if you lose your car in this bog, you better have a lot of moolah to fish it out of the drink.

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Relais Checkpoint
July 122015

In the middle of nowhere, there is a small camp with a few trailers, buildings, and cafeteria called the Relais Routier.  It’s an outpost between Matagami and Radisson on the James Bay Road that has some very basic services, so if you have a problem, this is your only hope for help.  It is only open certain times of the day, so if you need fuel or mechanical help after hours, you are screwed.  So plan your trip on the JBR carefully.

We pulled into the area in the morning to check it out.  We didn’t need to stop, because we packed all our fuel and food with us, but since we drove 381 kilometers without seeing much, we figured it why not.  It has a similar vibe as Eagle Plaines on the Dempster Hwy or Coldfoot on the Dalton Hwy, where it’s basically just bare-bones services.

The cafeteria was open 24 hours.  There was a Quebecois chef taking orders in French, and I mumbled my best attempt at ordering a vegetarian omelet.  Overall, the food was pretty good, but the ingredients were kind of old.  Not bad, just not fresh.  Considering where we were, this was acceptable.

The cafeteria has a seating area with televisions connected to satellite stations.  You can catch up on the news and weather while heading north.  Also, there are land line pay phones that work.  I tried one.

After a hot breakfast, we filled up and headed up to Wemidji.


On the return trip back south, we stopped in Relais again. This time, we were driving in the rain, and the storm was getting exceptionally bad.  We wanted to get to the station, so we could see the TV’s and ascertain the severity of the storm. However, we quickly learned that this area is so remote, that most doppler radar stations are nowhere near this area.  It wasn’t even showing any rain or radar signatures.

Photo of our drive on the James Bay Road in one of the worst rain storms we ever encountered. It was almost as if the road became a waterway.

I decided to call my dad and see if he could use weather radar on the internet.  He couldn’t find any radar stations in our area.  It was about to hail, so we tried to park the van in a safe-ish area, but we were still rather exposed.  The few rooms the station had were all booked up, so we just elected to sleep in the van for the night until the storm subsided.

When we woke up, this doge was sitting outside the driver’s door of our van. He was a good boy.

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After a few hours of driving, we pulled off at a roadside “park” to see the rapids.

The interesting thing about the James Bay Road, is that it’s paved.  We thought maybe this would mean the trip wouldn’t be so hard on the van, like all the gravel roads in the past.  Turns out no.  The James Bay is paved, and that makes the pavement all heaved up and buckled from decades of weather.  In fact, I suspect it would be better if the road had been gravel, because at least they could have grated it every now and then.

The constant banging on the suspension caused us to slow way down to around 30 mph, so that the van wouldn’t fall apart on us.

The rapids was very nice.  After not sleeping much (Glenn drove, but I stayed up to watch for moose, bison, or other animals in the road), it was good to stretch our legs.

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For those who don’t know, The James Bay Road is the longest road in North America (and one of the longest in the world) without services. The only places to get fuel is in the end town of Radisson and the camp known as Relais, which is 237 miles from Matagami.  That’s 237 miles of no services.  No homes, ranches, utilities… no nothing.

We have traveled all over the continent and been on some rather remote roadways.  The Dalton in Alaska, the MacKenzie in NWT, the Cassair in BC and Yukon, and the Labrador Hwy.  But the James Bay is by far the most remote and uninhabited.

So when you start the James Bay Road north of Matagami, there is a checkpoint restricting access.  All drivers MUST log in and put their return date.  If you don’t turn up, they send in a search party for you.  We didn’t know this, and we figured since we’d be driving for hours on end anyway, we thought we it would be prudent to drive through the night to Wemindji.  Instead, we drove to the start of the James Bay Road, and encountered this late-night outpost and a closed gate.

The man chattered in French through a loud speaker.  We told him we spoke English and he asked why we were driving up here.  He made me come inside and proceeded to lecture me on the danger of this road.  Also, he said leaving right now would be a terrible idea, because we would be driving this remote road at night, and would be arriving in Relais when the gas pumps will be closed.  Then we would be bear food while we waited for the pumps to reopen the following day.  I told him we brought our own fuel and don’t need any from that station.  He insisted we turn back to Matagami, but since it’s a public road, he wasn’t going to stop us.

Off we went.

The odd thing about going to Wemindji is, you have to make a rather lengthy drive due to the limitations of services.  One cannot just drive to Relais and drive to Wemindji and back.  There are too many miles between Relais-Wemindji-Relais to do it one tank.  If you have a conventional vehicle without spare tanks of fuel, you have to drive to Relais, then fill up, then drive to Radisson, then fill up, then drive back down to Wemindji, then drive to Radisson, fill up, then drive to Relais then fill up, then drive back to Matagami.  Wow.  Thank goodness we have a veggie van with lots of fuel in the back.  Whenever we need to fill up, we just fill up.  No extra miles needed.

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Glenn and I decided to take a mild risk once we got to Cochrane ON.  Instead of detouring around a few hundred kilometers to the south, we elected to take a “shortcut” through some logging roads near Highway 652.  At first, it seemed to be ok.

Then the signs and markers started getting pretty small and infrequent.  It wasn’t a good place to get lost.  There wasn’t anyone on this roadway for the duration of our travel.

Then the road and bridges started getting VERY sketchy.  In fact, we got to some bridges where we had to stop, calculate our veggie oil load + vehicle weight, and cross our fingers that the bridge wouldn’t collapse into the ravine.

After what felt like an eternity, we got to the Quebec border, near La Reine.  Yippie.  I get to use my French finally!

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Kapuskasing Ontario
July 112015

We didn’t really do much here other than eat and cruise on by.  We were running out of time and had to make it up to Quebec.

Smooth Rock Falls:


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Hearst Ontario
July 112015

We are chuggin along and come along the first decent town in a thousand kilometers, Hearst Ontario.  We are still several hundred clicks from the Quebec border, and we figured we should pull off to get some supplies at the Canadian Tire.  As we wait to talk to the staff, we begin to notice a pattern.

Every customer is speaking French.  And the staff is speaking French.  In fact, NO ONE is speaking English.  Maybe we fell asleep on the THC and got to Quebec faster than expected.  Once we got to the front of the line, I asked the staff if we were in Quebec.  They laughed.  They said Hearst is so remotely situated that their French heritage has been preserved.  So the majority of inhabitants speak French or Cree.  Wild!

We pulled off at the Hearst Visitor’s Center to ask what else is good to see here.

She suggested the Hearst Motorcycle Museum that is attached to the Visitors Center.  They have some kind of renegade motorcycle culture up there, so they are showcasing some of the old bikes.  Canadians are funny; they consider anything older than 40 years to be “historical.”

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All these towns in northern Ontario are basically tiny little First Nation hamlets, that have all sorts of different names for food.  We were going to cruise on passed Longlac, but there was a sign selling something called “Wedgies.” Intrigued, we pulled off to check it out.  In the Woodcrest Confectionary, they were selling the mystery wedgies.  We asked for a large set of whatevertheyare, and it turned out they were just potato wedges.

Now that we got our daily supply of sodium and carbs, we were free to continue on….

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So we are driving this remote roadway in northern Ontario, and out of the blue is this crazy looking building which has a sign for a museum.  We do a u-turn and check it out.

It was a historical museum for the area.  Pretty cool.  They also had a walking path to stretch the legs.

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Nipigon Lake and Town
July 112015

This is the first post for the 2015 WVO Roadtrip, which skips over a few hundred miles from Wisconsin Rapids to Thunder Bay.  We had an oil cooler repair that delayed our departure a full day in Wisconsin, so we were running behind schedule.  Instead of sightseeing and photographing and filming a bunch of places that we’ve already visited a 1000 times in our lives (we grew up in northern Wisconsin and Minnesota), we just pushed on to Thunder Bay and got a hotel.

The next morning, we hit the road across the northern “highways” of Ontario.  Here is the turn off for HWY 11, which is the northernmost corridor of the THC (our name for the Trans Canadian Highway).

When turning off, the first major town is Nipigon.  It resides on the shore of Lake Nipigon, and there are lots of rivers and lakes around here.  Consequently, there are lots of beautiful bridges and parkways in the area.

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We have a love-hate relationship with Mesquite.  It seemed like we always had a breakdown in Mesquite.  So we usually ended up spending some time in that town fixing something.  It is located about a veggie oil tank distance from Los Angeles, so either I am pulling off here to fill up one last time, or limping the van/car to this location to find a parts store and repair the issue.

On this trip in 2014, we pulled off here to utilize the extraordinarily low priced hotel rooms in the Virgin River Casino.  Much much much better than getting a room in St George Utah, which can run over a hundred dollars easy.

We got a room late in the evening, and finally got some rest.  We filled up the WVO tanks, conducted the last minute engine checks, and got the Veggie Van ready for the last drive through the Mojave tomorrow.  Almost done.

We got home in the middle of the day.  Overall, it was a good trip.  Shorter than usual years, for obvious reasons, but still rewarding.

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After resting in Vernal and visiting Dinosaur National Park, we passed through Price Utah and moved further south through the desert.

We stopped in Helper Utah to get some food, walk around, and visit a local museum.

The Western Mining and Railroad Museum was good.  It was located in this old timey building on the main drag, and had an upstairs and downstairs full of all sorts of stuff.

Eventually, we had to make up some ground from the backtracking to Dinosaur National Park in the morning.  We had to make it all the way through Utah and Arizona before dark, because we had reservations in Mesquite.


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On the 2014 WVO Roadtrip, we woke up early to see the infamous Dinosaur National Park.  It lived up to the expectations.  The national park is surrounding a huge deposit of Jurassic and Triassic fossils embedding in the stone mountain.  Back in the 50’s, they commissioned a building to encase the largest concentrations of artifacts, which in itself is an impressive structure.  It’s a living archaeological site, and scientists are actively excavating the items as you peruse the national park.

The national park was so impressive, that we came back to the place in 2018.

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Well, we didn’t make it to Dinosaur National Park before the close.  This park isn’t open later hours during the summer, like other national parks.  So we elected to find a hotel near Vernal Utah and head back to the park in the morning.  The local reviews of this park are pretty extraordinary, so it must be good…

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We ended up staying the night in a hotel in Casper.  The previous day was a long drive, because we drove through the night to get passed Minnesota and South Dakota before sunrise.  And we went sightseeing all across northern and western Nebraska.  A storm loomed over Casper, so we found the nearest hotel and caught some Z’s.

The next morning, we hit the highway again, and stopped off in Rawlins at their Penitentiary Museum.  Interesting place.  They gave tours of the whole place and grounds.  They even had a demonstration of the hanging apparatus.

Eventually we headed to Craig, Colorado.  Instead of staying on the interstate, we wanted to take the county and state roads.

Eventually, our destination is to see the Dinosaur National Park, but the way time was slipping away from us, we might not make it before close.


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Whenever we conduct these WVO Roadtrips, we always ask the locals about cool things to see in the neighborhood.  While in Chadron, a woman said we MUST see “Carhenge.”

Apparently, some dude put a bunch of old cars in the same configuration of the actual Stonehenge.  It’s pretty impressive.

So if you are bored driving across western Nebraska, definitely consider pulling over to check this out.  They let you walk around the site and there is a gift shop/stand to buy some knick knacks.

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Heading west.  On the way to Rawlins….

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Speaking of a hidden gem, this museum is really amazing.  Considering there isn’t anything around this town for a hundred miles, this museum goes above and beyond.  So feel free to check it out.

Random buffalo pic:

In the back of the museum, there is a small picnic area.  We had some snacks after meandering the museum and grounds for a while.  Then it was time to hit the road.

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Every one of our cross-country trips is designed to take a different route, so we can see the remote and often overlooked spots of the country.

We left Wisconsin VERY early in the morning to get a few hundred miles down the road before the kid woke up.

This roadtrip, we elected to drive across northern Nebraska on classic Highway 20.  It has a lot of farms and small towns, which seems like there isn’t much to do and see, but even these faraway destinations have their hidden gems.

Granted, Highway 20 is half as fast as taking the interstate, but we hope to find something interesting to see along the way.



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After many years of driving from Los Angeles to Wisconsin, we have passed through “The Archway” many many times.  It’s an indication that was are over 2/3rd’s of the way home.

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Vail Pass (10,603 ft)
July 302014

The ol’ van made it up the pass!  Not bad for a 30-year old engine.

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On the 2006 WVO Roadtrip,

8:15pm GN Monday.  1600 Trip Meter Reading.

The replacement of the small/primary filter.  We stopped off to grab some food from a Village Inn and snapped photos of the “hot rod” while it’s still sitting high.  

We expected it to fall soon thereafter, but it maintained its stressed appearance for the remainder of the journey.


On the 2014 WVO Roadtrip, we hammered down to make Denver before dinner.  But we still needed to make one more quick stop before Valerie took her nap.

So we pulled off I-70 at Glenwood Springs.  At the time, we didn’t know about the wonderful donut shop named “Coloradough,” so we decided to pull off by the rest area which allows you access to the Colorado River.  We skipped rocks on the shoreline for an hour and released some energy.

Eventually, we had to go.  But Valerie didn’t want to leave.  I couldn’t blame her.  She was 3 and didn’t want to get back in the van for a few hours.  She threw a fit, but after sitting with her for a few minutes, she decided to move on.


On the 2018 WVO Roadtrip, we had to stop off at the infamous Coloradough.  It’s a doughnut shop that is amazing.  We got there after hours, but the owner was working in the back.  After he realized we were taking selfies in front of his beloved shop, he struck up a conversation with us.  After a few minutes, he generously gave us a few day-old doughnuts for our trip.  Thanks so much!

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In 2014, we visited the Museum of Western Colorado for the first time.  My daughter was 3 years old, so Glenn and I thought she would love a dinosaur museum.  As we walked in, we paid for our tickets, and saw a quick movie in their lobby.  Then entered the museum….  What we didn’t know about this museum, is there are dozens of animatronic dinosaurs all over the place.  They are full scale, and look very real.  My 3-year-old walked in, and the T-rex made eye contact with her, and she instantly got scared.  She climbed into my arms, and we walked directly to the gift shop.

LOL.  Glenn was a little annoyed that we gave up that quickly, but I knew it would have been a losing battle.  We hung out in the Gift Shop for an hour, and took off down the road.

Then in 2015 and 2016, we returned when the girls were much older and mature.  They really liked the museum, but Lauren would often skirt the edges of the building as far as she could get from the robotic beasts.

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Welcome to Colorado
July 292014

As we entered Colorado, the storms were getting much worse.  We pulled into Grand Junction to find out there was a “Mini Cooper” convention, and all the hotels were booked up.   We found a lower end motel that had a spare room on the first floor.  As we unloaded the van, the storms let loose.  After a massive downpour, the hail started.  We ran out to cover the brand new solar panels I put on the van.  My daughter, who was 3 at the time, had never seen hail before.  She grew up in Southern California, so lightning, thunder, hail, and massive rain is really foreign to her.

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Today got cloudy as we entered the Utah mountains, which made for some cooler driving.  Late July in the American desert can be brutal, so this was a welcome sight.  On the horizon near Richfield, we saw a few storm cells dropping much needed summer rain.

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It was getting close to lunch time, and we decided to check the map for a place to stretch our legs and have a picnic.  We can nuke anything we want in the van’s microwave, so we cooked up some mac and cheese and noodles at the Silver Reef Ghost Town.  It was a hot day, so we took refuge under a large tree.  Sadly, the museum was closed that day.  We decided to take a walk down the town’s nearby hiking trails instead.

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The 2014 WVO Roadtrip was a short trip across America.  We got an early start and took off in the hopes to get passed Las Vegas before the morning rush.  Leaving from Los Angeles, everything went according to plan, and we were already through the Moapa River Indian Reservation by sunrise.

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Zion National Park
July 162013

After getting a bite to eat at the Red Iguana in SLC, we drove through the evening to get a hotel Cedar City by midnight.  We needed to find a hotel that was just north of the entrance to Zion National Park for the morning.

That morning we reorganized the cubes and grease, filled up the tank, and wrapped up any last minute things, because after our national park visit, we would plan to finish the remainder of the drive to Vegas and ultimately Los Angeles before midnight.

Driving into Zion is kind of a pain.  You have to take state roads to find the entrance, which is a lengthy detour.  Eventually you make it to the gate, but since this place is heavily visited and it’s the middle of July, the tourism overload is in full effect.

Ultimately we finally got in and Zion didn’t disappoint.

The mountains are surreal.  Warped and twisted layers of red rock everywhere.  And the roadway was make with red aggregate, so it’s truly almost like a Martian environment.

We pulled over many times to stop and survey the landscape.  At the end of the park, there is a massive visitor’s center with a gift shop, museum, and other restaurants.  But since it was so packed, the parking was a nightmare.  Just imagine parking a massive veggie van amongst thousands of other cars… It took some finagling.

Overall, I like Zion, but I will only return to the park in the off season.  Onward to Vegas!



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We stopped off in Rock Springs WY to fill up the grease tank and refill the ice in our cooler.  Then we kept cruising west in the hopes to make it to SLC before dinner.  There is an outstanding restaurant called the Red Iguana that makes the best Mexican food on the planet.  Even better than the food in Mexico.

Interstate 80 in Wyoming is a special treat.  The mountains and deserts are pristine and amazing.  You go down a steep and long decline en route to Salt Lake City, and eventually the town emerges on the horizon.



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An important site in the history of America is Independence Rock.  This out-of-place rock was the predictor of potential success for the thousands of wagon trains that headed up the Oregon Trail.  The conventional wisdom was, if you can make it to Independence Rock by the date of July 4 (Independence Day), then you have enough time to traverse the Rocky Mountain passes before the autumn storms and snow hits.  If you get to the rock too late, you are SOL.

So if you are driving the exceedingly remote State Road 220 through Wyoming, make time to visit the infamous rock.  There is a walkway to allow people to circumambulate the behemoth and get really close.  The rock is vandalized by hundreds of 19th century travelers, carving their names and dates into the stone in archaic fonts from the old days.


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Crazy Horse Monument
July 142013

There is an ongoing massive sculptural project in the Black Hills of South Dakota.  It’s the Crazy Horse Monument, and it is staggeringly larger in scale compared to Mount Rushmore.  I have been keeping track of this project since 1993, and we have visited it in 2004, 2013, and 2016.  We would have visited it in 2015 as well, but it was getting late in the day and we elected to watch the Mount Rushmore night show, which is nearby.

In 2015, we visited the monument in the afternoon.  The progress is still slow, but it’s making some headway.  Get it?  They recently finished the face and they are working on the arms next.  The sculpture is situated in the forest, and people are encouraged to visit the site by occupying a rather large complex, housing a museum, cafe, gift shop, and other things.  They have musicians playing native instruments, and the museum is entirely focused on native artifacts.

It’s really impressive, much more impressive than Mount Rushmore.  But the original designer of the monument was stringently anti-government, and he and his family has rejected all offers to aide him in the process of finishing this work.

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Another South Dakota site we’ve visited over and over and over is Mount Rushmore.  It never really gets old.

In 2013, it happened to be raining so we rushed out of the van to the patio.  I think the rain lead to decreased visitors, which was good because we were here in the heart of the summer tourist season.

In 2015, we stopped here to see the monument at night.  We were driving through with some family friends hitching a ride with us to Los Angeles, and it happened to be really late by the time we got to Wall Drug.  I didn’t realize they have a night-show at Mount Rushmore, so we “rushed” to the monument to get a good spot.

I don’t have the pictures from that day.  Bummer.  It was really cool, but they are lost in the digital ether.  We left to drive through the night to get to Yellowstone before the morning.


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Badlands South Dakota
July 142013

We’ve been to the Badlands on several of these trips.  It’s one of the quintessential national parks in the western United States.  It’s a must stop if you are cruising the I-90.

We stopped here in 2013, 2015, and we even stopped here in 2004 before we even got started with the biofuel fun.  Eons ago, back when I was a tiny lad, I stopped here with my family on my first westward road trip in 1993. It was places like this that inspired me to be a traveler.

In 2013, we pulled over here on the Badlands Scenic Drive, because my 2-year-old got car sick.  We just ate at the Badlands diner at the entrance, and then took the curvy and windy road amongst the hills.  I guess it was too much for the little girl, and she blew chunks.  Just by coincidence, I was in the back of the van with her playing a game, and I had the “fortune” of being able to catch the vomit in my hand and throw it out the window.  Not my idea of a fun day, but at least we didn’t to wash puke out of the carpet.

It rained later that day, so most of the chunks got washed off on the road.  Memorable times….

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Driving through the night again.  We have been driving from Prince Rupert BC all the way to Wisconsin, and this is the last night drive.  Three days in a row is a tough drive.  We took turns all the way, and pushed on.  I had a wedding to attend later the next day, so we had to be home in central Wisconsin by 7am.



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After visiting one of Manitoba’s many oddity museums scattered along the THC, we stopped of at our favorite hamburger joint in The Peg.

But first, some pictures of the museum.  If you don’t know, Canada is a baby country.  Anything older than 50 years is considered “historical” so most towns collect all their trash and put it in a “museum.”  It’s  a great place to get off the road for an hour, stretch your legs, and see cars from the 1970’s and two-headed cows.

I can’t recall which museum this was.  We’ve been to probably every one of these oddball museums in the Great Plains, so they all kind of blur together.  This museum even had a few cars that were older than 1970.  Crazy.

Anyway, nothing wets the appetite like mutated bovine meat, so we stopped at Nuburger.  Or maybe it’s called Unburger.  Who knows.  My picture shows “UNBURGER” but google says it’s “Nuburger.”  I guess seeing is not believing.  Instead, believe your internet corporate overlords.

A while back, we went to Winnipeg on a different trip.  As always, we must stop in at the local tourism center and hassle the clerks.  They are glorious.  We ask, “Where is the most unique place to eat here in this city?”  And like a genie in a lamp, they grant our wish.

We went to Nuburger as per their suggestion because they have some oddball burgers.  Falafal burgers, bison burgers, all sorts of burgers.  And the toppings are tops.  Not some slimy poor-quality fast food here, but rather much nicer high-end stuff.

We returned to the Nuburger in 2016 and 2017 as well.  Basically, if we are cruising through The Peg, we are getting an Unburger STAT.

We filled up the grease tank in their parking lot after the meal, and headed to the States.  That’s the end of our journey in Canada for 2013, but that’s not the end of the entire roadtrip.

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We’ve driven across the Plains Provinces of Manitoba, Saskatchewan, and Alberta a lot: 2010, 2012, 2013, 2016, 2017, and 2018.  People don’t really realize how long of a drive this is.  Unlike the United States which are much smaller and there is a formal interstate highway system, there is mainly a two-lane road for the majority of the THC and Yellowhead highways.  All secondary and tertiary roads are even smaller, and mostly gravel paths.  In some cases, the tertiary roads are even dirt tracks.

So the trip from Prince Rupert to Wisconsin is very slow, usually averaging around 100 km/h (60 mph) at best.  And it can take a whole day to traverse the average plains province east-west, and several days going north-south.

The scenario can grow on you.  There are farms and silos everywhere.  We approached the farming town of Brandon after driving through Saskatoon and Regina in the night.  We didn’t want to find a place to sleep, we just wanted to push through this drive as soon as possible.

Endless acres of farmland near Brandon MB.

Eventually, we cruised the THC long enough to get to the outskirts of The Peg.  We have a favorite hamburger joint there, and it’s getting close to lunch.



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Edson Alberta
July 42013

We’ve stayed in Edson in 2010 and found a hotel.  We assumed that a hotel here would be much cheaper than finding a hotel in the mountain towns near Jasper.  It was, but marginally.  Like most of Canada, there is very little sprawl.  That means unlike the U.S. where good hotels are outside of town, most of the cheaper lodging is located near the city center.  In hindsight, the cheapest option would have been to find a hotel near the Edmonton airport, and got up early to make the drive to Jasper.

From the 2010 log:

  • Edson, AB. 206165. 10:23am Sun.
    Added 1.5 cubes. Nice hotel-we stayed in the Park A Motel. Finally we found a nice place to stay. It was clean, large, and not scary as hell. It’s right off the main drag as you roll into town, so waste your time (like we did) driving around comparing prices. You won’t find a better deal.
    The road from Lloydmeister to Edson was clouding up. By the time we roll into Edmonton, the rain was coming down hard. Another major storm on the trip. “

East of Edson was probably the highest latitude that we drove thru on the 2010 WVO Roadtrip. (53.6°)  As we checked out the local A&W, Glenn thought $349 for a set of twins was a reasonable price for hookers.

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Jasper Alberta
July 42013

We have visited Jasper BC twice.  Once in 2010 on our detoured east-to-west trip along the Yellowhead highway, and once in 2013 on the west-to-east journey from Prince Rupert to Wisconsin.

In 2010:

Hwy 93, near Jasper Nat’l Park at the Kootenay Crossing, BC. 206408. 9:11pm Sun.
Added 1.5 cubes. Finally! Something other than prairie!  Jasper Nat’l Park from a distance:

Entrance into the park is $19 Canadian. I guess that’s the cost of viewing the last glacier below the Arctic Circle.  The mountains are pretty amazing. We couldn’t stop through Jasper on the 2008 Veggie trip from LA to Fairbanks and back. It was originally on the itinerary, but had to be cut because it is avoided by the Alcan Highway and the route from Prince George to Vancouver. Now it’s on this trip and it was never on this itinerary.

Still one of my favorite pictures from all of our WVO Roadtrips:

The park is quite full of wildlife. Saw a black bear, some mountain goats, and dozens of deer.

Part of the reason we went to Jasper was because of the wash out at Medicine Hat. But another driving force was the visitor’s center in Manitoba. They told us to head west on the Yellowhead, and then handed us a magazine detailing the whole highway. The cover had a cable-car. Maybe it was the hours of driving over farm land that inspired us to head toward Jasper Park. Here’s the cab.

At the top of the route, there are trails to the top of the mountain. You have great views of the city of Jasper, the Canadian Rockies, and huge valley

I kind of wish I didn’t wear shorts.  It was windy and cold for July.

We climbed to the top. I figured it would be packed with travelers, but luckily, most people stayed near the cable car, gift shop, and restaurant. After 30 minutes of hiking, this was probably the highest elevation for the 2010 WVO trip: 8103ft.

We grabbed some grub at the mountain top restaurant. It actually wasn’t that expensive. Get the catch of the day.

In 2013, we stopped into town to get a bite to eat.  We walked the streets to stretch our legs found a bar and grill to get a burger.

We hung out for an hour or so delaying the inevitable.  We needed to hit the road as soon as possible because the drive through massive Canadian plains provinces is slow.

Jasper is the last stop for seeing the mountains of Canada.

After this, it’s 2000 miles of farmland.  After driving the Cassiar and Yellowhead for days and seeing thousands of miles of picturesque mountain vistas, it’s going to be a depressing change.

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As we traveled east of Houston and Smithers BC, we got into the thick of the Canadian Rockies.

For a major east-west highway, there wasn’t a lot of traffic.  We approached the outskirts of Mount Robson Provincial Park, one of the most spectacular parks in the world.  If this wasn’t already embedded inside a context of continuous Rocky mountains, this “provincial” park would be a fully-funded national park anywhere else in the world.

We turned the corner on the Yellowhead, and then saw a perfectly framed Mount Robson on the horizon.  This is crazy.  This peak is a mere “provincial” park.



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We got a bite to eat at the local pizza place, and moved on.  Since we had a hotel, shower, and bed in Prince Rupert, we figured we could make the 3-day drive to Wisconsin without stopping.



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We cruised through Smithers on the way east to Wisconsin.

Aside from eating some Bannock on the outskirts of town, we didn’t linger.

Interesting tidbit.  On a ferry from Labrador to Newfoundland, about 5000 miles from Smithers, we struck up a conversation with a couple on a road trip.  Turned out they were from Smithers, and I mentioned our visit to the Bannock Shack in 2013.  Of course, Glenn had already forgotten about this trip, as he tends to do.  They seemed surprised we knew about that local treat and the stand.  They said that frequent that stand a lot.  Small world.


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As we drove east on the Yellowhead, we were approaching the town of Smithers and the area around the Skeena River Crossing.

On the side of the road was a small stand selling something called Bannock.  If you don’t know what that is, it’s basically a sweet bread, and you pour on honey or corn syrup to give it a little oomph. The closest analog in the American southwest would be sopapillas or in the midwest would be a light and airy biscuit.

Ever since this visit in 2013, we have been looking for more bannock.  In Dryden Ontario, there was a cool shop that sold Bannock Burgers.  Really amazing.

Nearby we stopped at a rest area to stretch our legs.  The sites of the Canadian Rockies along the Yellowhead are amazing.  Here was the horizon near Houston British Columbia.  Every minute was a postcard moment.



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The end of the road westward on the Yellowhead is the city of Prince Rupert.  You have to navigate some massive mountains and valleys to get there, but since the Yellowhead is paved and highly managed.

This is a pretty decent sized town, because it services the Marine Highway.  Lots of tourists come in when the cruise ships dock here.

We took the opportunity to replenish our food, parts, and other supplies.  We hadn’t been to a regular supermarket since our stop in Fairbanks.

We stayed the night at the Moby Dick Inn.  The last time we slept in beds and got a shower was in Prudhoe Bay Alaska, about 4 or 5 days ago.  Also, after driving for two weeks, we needed a crankcase oil change.  Lots to do to get the van in working order.  We also ordered a pizza delivered.  Canada has a weird type of pepperoni… it’s more like salami.

The next day we went down to the Pacific Ocean and did some touristy stuff.  We visited the Museum of Northern British Columbia and ate at a nearby restaurant.

While we were eating and looking out on the harbor, we both looked beat.

We discussed the remainder of the trip.  It was a 4-day drive from Prince Rupert to Wisconsin.  We both just resigned to the fact that we accomplished a lot already, and maybe it was time to wrap it up.  So we headed east along the Yellowhead Highway onward to Wisconsin.


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We drove to the end of the Cassiar Highway where it meets with the massive Yellowhead highway.  We have driven the Yellowhead in 2010, but never out this far west.  We gave up around Jasper, then headed south.  But now we are still deep in the Canadian Rockies, and we are cruising west all the way to the Pacific Ocean.

There were lots of bugs on the Cassiar, as our windshield can demonstrate.

Around every corner is a majestic mountain range.  It’s outstanding.  This was the scene east of Terrace BC.

Also, in every valley was a beautiful river.

Then on the way to Prince Rupert we navigated a massive valley.  Sheer cliffs and snow-capped peaks all around.



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Every mile of the Cassiar is outstanding.  It almost got kind of boring.  The first few hundred miles of splendor is all good and whatnot, but eventually there is a limit to the amount of sublimity a human can endure.

The around a mild corner, we stumbled upon a recently-overturned logging truck.  Logs were scattered all over the roadway and ditch.  The drive was ok, but the rig was totalled.  Either his truck was overloaded or he was driving way too fast.



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About a hundred miles down the Cassair is a huge lake nestled in the Canadian Rockies.  It’s Dease Lake, and it’s spectacular.

We stopped on in, and checked it out.  Didn’t have a lot of time to blow here, so we kept on keepin’ on.

After a few miles, we saw a bear cub and mother cross the road in front of us.  This place is wild.



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Not far down the Cassair road did we realize that this trip was going to be special.  It felt like around every corner was another scenic view that could be put on a postcard.

We pulled off on the Rabid Grizzly rest area to fill up the veggie oil tank.

Sadly, this particular rest stop didn’t have a pit toilet.

Walking out into the wilderness was a foreign experience.  There wasn’t really any solid ground to walk on.  It was as if I was teetering on two meters of piled pine needles and leaves.  It was like walking on a sponge or spring.  I suspect no human strolled in that forest in a hundred years, or at all.

After we finished our business, we got back in the van and headed south toward Dease Lake.  In the middle of nowhere, we somehow got a CBC broadcast on the radio.  The really coincidental topic on the show was the scourge of Americans taking dumps in their pristine forests.  I’m not a paranoid person, but that was a little on the nose.





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After we left Whitehorse, we made our way down the Alcan Highway to the Cassair Turnoff.  The Cassair Hwy is a roadway that runs parallel to the Alaska Highway, but is sparsely populated (relative to the Alcan) and has less services.  Not many take it, but it is an exceptional drive, leading a path through the Canadian Rockies.  It’s by far the best drive I’ve ever experienced.

This was the first time we got to see nighttime in a week.  Since we hadn’t slept in a few days, we elected to pull off before the Cassair turnoff to rest for a few hours.  Before the trip, I told Glenn to NEVER use the e-brake.  It doesn’t turn off.  While we were resting in the van, I started sleeptalking, as I usually do.  I kept dreaming that we were rolling off the cliff, and needed to put the e-brake on.   Apparently, I was talking about it too.  Eventually Glenn, who was annoyed with me constantly waking him up, obliged my demand that we use the e-brake.

The next morning, we woke up and I got in the driver’s seat.  Furious, I asked Glenn why he put on the e-brake.  Astonished, Glenn explained my comments in the night.  Thankfully, the e-brake happened to release that particular time.

The Cassair turnoff is before Watson Lake.  We still drove down to Watson Lake to get a bite to eat at their diner, then returned to the Cassair to make the drive.

For most of the drive, we didn’t see a single soul.  Except for the U-Haul in front of us.  So odd that for thousands of miles, we didn’t see anyone, but then there is a commercial rental truck towing a car.   Wild.



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Whitehorse Yukon
July 12013

We’ve been to Whitehorse over six times now. It’s one of our favorite towns on the planet.

We visited Whitehorse in 2008 when we drove the Jetta up. That’s where we met Skeeter and Mike who hooked us up with some clean grease.

From our 2008 travel log:

  • Whitehorse, Yukon Territory. 180918. 2:45pm Thursday.
    Let me just say, Whitehorse rocks! We were planning on getting in Whitehorse around 5pm, but we made some good time. There was only one 30-some mile stretch before Watson Lake that was rather circuitous, but the rest was smooth-going. We got a hold of Skeeter and Mike and discussed the trip and other VO topics. Mike hooked us up for the trip thru Alaska and Skeeter committed to some cubes for the journey back to Seattle. The town is quite small and you can walk the whole place in an hour or less. The main drag (2nd and Main St) has many shops and restaurants. We ate caribou burger and halibut and chips at Klondike Ribs & Salmon BBQ and which was tight. And the scenery was great.

Then in 2013, we returned to Whitehorse on our southbound trip from Dawson.

We pulled into town from the north end, and contacted Mike and Skeeter to meet up again.

We got a bite to eat with Skeeter at Klondike’s again, and had some Caribou burgers and fish.  It happened to be Canada Day, and there was a parade going on outside.  It’s nice to see civilization again after all these days of driving in the wilderness.

We also spent a few hours at the Yukon Transportation Museum checking out their exhibits.

We told Skeeter we are going to take the Cassair Highway south to the states.  It’s the only alternative to the Alaska Highway, and it runs parallel near the pacific coast.  And it meanders throughout the British Columbia Rockies.

We also visited Whitehorse again in 2018.

We met up with Skeeter and Mike again.  This time we stopped in on the way up north to Tuktoyaktuk.  We unloaded our van to make sure our vehicle didn’t have too much weight in it.  We read the Dempster highway had some weight restrictions due to recent washouts and construction on the road.  So unloading was a prudent thing, and we could reinsert all those cubes when we headed back south.  Also, Mike and Skeeter donated some more cubes for our trip back to Wisconsin.  We stopped off and got a bite to eat with them at the A&W in town.  Once again, we are eternally grateful to those guys for all their help over the years.

There’s a pic of the mastodon sculptures north of town.


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We headed east of Dawson and kept going.  Finally, after days and days of gravel driving on the Dalton and Top of the World Highways, we got some pavement!  Thank you Canadian government!

Lots of rivers and forest up there.

Then we got to a sketchy wooden bridge near Stewart’s Crossing.  Lots of these up here.  I figure if the logging trucks can make these crossings, then our overloaded van will.




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Dawson City Yukon
June 282013

We finished up driving the “Top of the World Highway” and pulled up to the raging Yukon River, dividing us from the tourist town of Dawson City.  There were two lines: one line for standard automobiles, and another line for semis, dump trucks, logging trucks, commercial trucks, and RV’s.  The ferry would zip back and forth every few dozen minutes, fighting the enormous current from the influx of spring melt-water.  They would fill the ferry with a dozen cars, and only one truck was allowed per visit.  Since our van is considered a “car,” we didn’t have to wait forever.

That was probably the scariest ferry ride ever.  The current was massive, the driver was amazing, and the shoreline was constantly being rebuilt by a guy in a bulldozer every few minutes.

Dawson is a weird town.  It’s supposed to be a close reenactment of the Klondike gold-rush days.  There are even people who dress in character and give tours of the buildings.  It’s a touristy destination for many Canadians who want to head up north and experience what it’s like to have 1-hour nights.

Every street has campy wooden sidewalks, just like in the ol’ days.  That’s actually kinda neat.  We visited Dawson in 2013 and 2018, and both times we utilized the wooden planks to meander around the city.  It’s a nice break from the constant driving.

Eventually we got a bite to eat at Klondike Kate’s, as per Skeeter’s suggestion when we were back in Whitehorse.  Nice food and good company.

Time to get going. If we hurry, we might be able to get a hotel in Whitehorse, but it’s looking late.

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Eventually we approached the northernmost border station on the western hemisphere on the “Top of the World Highway.”

They really use the word “Highway” liberally up here.

Since we were traveling from Alaska to the Yukon, we saw the Alaska sign first.

Then we saw the Yukon one after we crossed the border.  Thankfully the agents were really cool about the veggie oil and we didn’t have to wait long.

Then it started raining.  This road is mainly dirt, mud, and gravel, so it’s a tough drive.  One slip up and we go down the ravine.

Thankfully the weather cleared up and things got dryer.  Onward to Dawson City.

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Instead of driving directly back from Fairbanks to Whitehorse on the Alaska Highway, we decided to detour through Chicken and Dawson City via the “Top of the World Highway.”  It’s not much of a highway.

Eventually we got to the “town” of Chicken which isn’t much more than a few buildings.

While driving around this pristine wilderness, we needed to fill up the veggie oil.  While pulling vegetable oil filled cubes out of the back of the van, we encountered a “leaker.”  That’s a cube that got a pinhole leak during the drive, and made a mess in the back.  We always lay down plastic so if a leaker occurs, it’s not a major hassle.   If we are lucky, the hole is near the top and not a lot of grease escapes the cube.  But this one was near the middle, and about a gallon leaked out.  Ouch.  We had to unload the van in the middle of nowhere, and reorganize and clean up.

Kind of weird being so far from civilization and hauling cubes around.  It looked a lot like this:

Pretty soon, we got close to the border.  I gotta wonder what are the hours at this border station and precisely just how many people cross this border.



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After visiting Prudhoe Bay, we drove down to Fairbanks to visit a friend of ours from central Wisconsin, Kristin.  We knew each other since high school and early college, and eventually she moved up to Alaska.

We stayed in touch, and connected on the trip.  She and her friends were going canoeing, so we tagged along.  Glenn and I hadn’t canoed in a few decades, so we were really rusty.  Scratch that, really terrible.

It got so bad that they decided to split us up so that we don’t end up in the drink.  Probably the best plan.  We hadn’t slept since our time in Prudhoe Bay so we were kind of spent, but pushed on.  It was a really rewarding time, canoeing in the Alaskan wilderness.

At the end of the day, they treated us to a pile of hunted meats. They were amazing hosts.

Eventually, we had to hit the road.  The sun still wasn’t setting, so we just decided to keep driving south and see how far we can get.

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After we fixed up the vacuum pump, got our brakes back in working order, and ate a last meal at the Prudhoe Bay Hotel with some new friends, we headed back south.  We needed to make up for some ground because we ended up staying in Deadhorse for over 3 days, which was 2 days more than expected.  We had to catch up with some friends in Fairbanks for some canoeing.

When we left Prudhoe Bay, it had been raining.  It rained all through the Dalton drive, and it took a toll on our van.  It didn’t stop Glenn from hammering down.  When we drove up, it took us 16 hours.  But with Glenn not caring anymore, he got us to Fairbanks in 13 hours flat.



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Arctic Ocean Tour
June 262013

The Dalton Hwy doesn’t go all the way to the Arctic Ocean. Instead, it stops about 30 miles short, and the only way to the coastline is by taking an oil company tour.  They spend the majority of the time shuttling around retired workers and his jetlagged families to the oil fields and derricks.  At the end of the tour, they let the occupants of the shuttle out by the ocean to dip their toes, if they so choose.

As exciting as the oil field tour was, the main goal of this trip was to swim in the ocean.  It was against company rules to swim in the Arctic but we still put our trunks on under our pants just in case the opportunity arose.

The tour held us in the shuttle for a while when they surveyed the horizon for polar bears.  If a bear appeared, they would abort the ocean visit.  About only one in three visits allow for the occupants to depart the bus, so we had a rare chance at touching this elusive ocean.  Thankfully, no bears were present, and they let us off the bus.

As we approached the shore, Glenn decided to strip off all his clothes and jump in the bay.  Everyone was cheering and it was wild.  I decided not to do it.  Not that the water was cold, but the freaking mosquitoes were horrendous.  I elected to set up all the cameras and hold his towel for him, so that he didn’t have to put it in the mud.  Put my feet in the water and watched as Glenn induced his own bout of hypothermia.

The tour was fun.  And this constitutes the furthest north we both had ever traveled.  See our “records” page for other cool facts.


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It’s about a 200-mile drive from the Atigun Pass to Prudhoe Bay.  It’s all gradual downhill and eventually you get to about sea level.  The Dalton highway does not go all the way to the Arctic Ocean (unlike the Canadian Tuktoyaktuk Dempster Hwy) but stops short in the tiny hamlet of Deadhorse.  Prudhoe Bay and Deadhorse are companion settlements, with Deadhorse being the primary civilian complex, and Prudhoe pertaining to the private oil company development.  We drove up as far as we could, and got stopped in Deadhorse.

One thing we noticed on drive up near Deadhorse, was that our brakes stopped working.  Just great.  All those bumps and washboards must have blown out the vacuum pump on the van.  We still had some non-power-assisted brakes but it was rather dicey.  We limped it to the settlement at about 20 mph.

As we pulled into town, there was a small sign and mail box.  They said to take a free map of town.  Inside the box was a few dozen 8 1/2 x 11 pieces of photocopied paper, with a hand drawn map of the town.  As crude as it was, this was crucial, because the town doesn’t have any signage, road signs, street signs, anything….  And since most the buildings are literal trailers brought up from Fairbanks, every building looks the same.  So the map is important.

Since we didn’t have brakes, our first stop was the Prudhoe Bay Hotel.  We honestly didn’t know what to expect.  Perhaps they had no vacancy?  Perhaps they only catered to the oil company workers?

The first thing we did was go to their lobby, find their wifi, and overnighted a new vacuum pump.  Then we went asked if they had any vacancy, since we’d need to spend the night waiting for our pump.  They had vacancy, and thankfully, they were able to score us a room with two beds.  This place is kind of like a barracks so lots of the oil company workers stay here.  It was kind of expensive (about $205 per person), but once we realized what came with that price, it was well worth it.

Since Prudhoe Bay is basically a company town, there isn’t much for services.  There are no restaurants.  So this hotel includes an impressive buffet for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and also they have a small after-hours hot meal program as well.  They had a real chef that cooked some amazing food.  That was worth half the cost of the room alone.

Also, the Prudhoe Bay Hotel has a gym, rec room, and entertainment room.  While we were there, two other retirement couples got stranded in the town due to vehicle mechanical issues as well.  But the majority of the clients were guys coming and going to the oil fields.

The next day, that vacuum pump didn’t show up.  In fact, when we booked the room, the staff laughed at us when we told them we had “overnighted” something up to Prudhoe Bay.  We should have known.

Then we decided to see if the local “NAPA” or mechanics could help us out.  On the paper map, there was supposedly a NAPA on the outside of town.  We drove to the place, but didn’t see any NAPA sign.  We entered, and it was a NAPA, and it had one of everything. It was impressively stocked.  They even had a vacuum pump for the 1980’s IDI Truck.  However, not so much for the IDI Van.

The guy at NAPA said that it’s too bad we have a gasoline vehicle, because all the shops in town focus on diesels.  We replied that we did have a van, and he got us in touch with the Ford mechanic in town.

We drove over and met up with the main Ford guy.  He was from Menominee Wisconsin! Small world.  He said they used to work on these IDI’s all the time, but ever since the proliferation of the powerstroke, they don’t see much of them anymore.  But his shop was open 24-hours (company rules to support the neverending oil company projects) and he took it upon himself and a few colleagues to see if they could rig up a vac pump for me.  They tried to fit a powerstroke pump in the spot for the van, but the frame rail got in the way.  I got to give them credit, they tried for an hour to get it to work, but it just wasn’t possible.  Even as I tried to pay, they declined. Nice guys.

He then suggested we “Goldstreak” the part up from Fairbanks.  We asked what that was.  Turns out that in these remote parts of the great North, there is a service where if there is availability on the plane, Alaska Airlines will fly up auto parts from Fairbanks or Anchorage.  The NAPA person in the south literally drives the part to the airport, puts it on the plane, and then it comes up with the passengers.  Crazy huh?  It’s not a sure bet.  Depending on the size, weight, and trouble with the part, it doesn’t always get shipped up north.  In fact, Priority goes to Postal Mail, then passengers, and then if and only if there is space left on the plane, then auto parts are good to go.

After hearing all this preamble, we were concerned how much was this going to cost.  The cost of the flight up here must be crazy expensive.  The mechanic said it cost an extra fifty bucks.  HOLY COW!  Just that?!  I jokingly told him to send three.

Now all we had to do was wait.  We booked another night in the hotel and decided this was the time to see the Arctic Ocean for the first time.  Since the road doesn’t go all the ocean, civilians must book a trip with the oil companies to get a tour.  So we took care of that and went to the ocean (to be documented in another article).

Afterwards, we stopped off at the Prudhoe Bay post office and general store.  Very very small, but has a little of everything.

We bought some snacks for the road trip back down to Fairbanks.

Then we went out adventuring.  The sun never set so it was hard to tell what was night and day time.  After two full days of dinking around, we finally got the part.  We made friends with lots of the people at the Prudhoe Bay hotel, hanging out in their cafeteria and recreation rooms.

In the rain, we replaced the vacuum pump and tested out the van.  Thankfully, the brakes now worked.  We looked at the open road, and decided to come back in to the Prudhoe Bay hotel for one last buffet dinner.  Our new friends were confused at first to see us again, but once we told them we wanted one last meal with them, it as a good time.

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Eventually, you get so far north that it’s just road, pipeline, bogs, and grasses.  It’s almost like an alien landscape.  It’s almost like being on the moon.

Near the Sag River we saw a herd of muskoxen trudging up to the ocean.  The locals said they migrate in the summer to get away from the mosquitoes.  I can understand their urgency.  Basically from Coldfoot to here, if we had to pull over to fill up the grease or take a leak, we would put on long sleeve shirts and pants, gloves, and head netting.  Glenn, who had a skin-head look at the time, had so many mosquitoes hovering his head netting, that they would bite through the top fabric into his scalp.  We used 3 bottles of Afterbite on this trip.



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They recommend you take two full size spare tires when driving the Dalton Highway.  The roadway is comprised of broken up pieces of rock and shale found from the area.  These local rocks can easily shred regular tires.  I had just replaced my tires with brand new Michelins, and with only 7000 miles on them, the rear passenger tire blew on the Dalton.  I didn’t really notice it was flat, because the road is so bumpy and gravely.  I probably drove for five miles on that flat before I really noticed the van being really squirrely.  I woke up Glenn and told him to check the tires on his side, and he hung his head out the window to check stuff out. Sure enough, the tire was messed up.  We pulled over by a sign saying Ice Cut, whatever that was, because there was a small gravel turnout to work in.  We probably spent an hour there doing the job.  There are no trees around here on the north slope, so it was mainly just shrugs, mosses, and grasses.  And mosquitoes, hence the bug netting.

We actually packed 3 spare tires, just in case we had several blow out on us.  Always repaired.


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Climbing Atigun Pass
June 242013

The trip up to Prudhoe Bay requires us to cross the Atigun Pass on the Dalton Hwy.  It’s not necessarily most difficult pass to traverse, but it is muddy, gravely, and steep.  The Dalton Hwy is not an easy drive; since this was a private road until the 90’s, they didn’t design this roadway to typical American interstate highway standards.  Instead of switch-backs and roads following the topography, they just cut a road that was the cheapest and fastest way up to the north side of the range.  There were several slopes that reached up to 10 and 12 degrees, so it was rather disconcerting.

As we crossed the pass, the trees disappeared and there was snow everywhere.  I don’t recall the elevation, but I think it was around 5000 ft.  This was in late June and there was a massive heat wave in central Alaska, but still it was cold enough that we had to shut down the biofuel supply circuit (due to low engine temps).  We could have pulled over to block up the radiator (like it was winter), but we figured it was only a few dozen miles before we got to the lower elevations.



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Sukukpak Mountain
June 242013

Sukukpak Mountain, along the Dalton Highway north of Coldfoot.



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2013 was a particularly hot summer in Alaska.  It got up to the 90’s in Fairbanks, and once we got north of the Arctic Circle, the sun never set.  That made the drought even worse, so the fires were spreading all over the horizon.  Smoke occupied the air.  We didn’t know if they would affect our trip on the Dalton, but we pushed on in the hopes that once we got north of the treeline, it would dissipate.



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After days of driving, we finally crossed the Arctic Circle!  This was the first time we had ever crossed this boundary.  Back in 2008, we drove up an hour north of Fairbanks with the Jetta, but never made it up this far.  After this, we wouldn’t see the sun set for five full days…. if you can call it a “day.”

The next time we would cross over the Arctic Circle would be our trip in Canada up to Tuktoyaktuk after they finished the Dempster Hwy.


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As we got close to the Arctic Circle in Summer, the concept of night was evaporating.

I drove the first shift from Fairbanks to Coldfoot, and Glenn elected to do the 2nd shift to Prudhoe Bay.  As I was driving up the foothills, I realized I was driving north and the sun was directly in front of me.  It dawned on my that at this particular moment, it was surpassing midnight, and the sun was still on the horizon.  Somewhere in Russia, the sun was high in the sky, but we are on the other side of the earth and it’s still visible.  Amazing experience.


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The Dalton Highway is the road that goes up to Prudhoe Bay (or Deadhorse) Alaska.  It’s hardly a highway, and more of a gravel road built by the oil companies to access the oil fields across the Arctic coastline.  The road does not go all the way to the Arctic Ocean, but with enough planning, you can make reservations with the oil company to do a tour of the fields and ocean, weather/wildlife/availability permitting.

We booked a time with the Arctic Tour while in Fairbanks, because typically on our trips, we cannot plan more than a few days ahead, just in case we run into mechanical or weather delays.

The Dalton highway is often called the “haul road” because it was mainly used by the oil companies to truck their supplies to the pipeline and sites. Also, it doesn’t start in Fairbanks, but rather a few dozen miles further north.  At this point, the road surface gets increasingly-more dilapidated, and it’s hard to maintain a reasonable speed.

The road is 492 miles long.  The only place to fill up is in Coldfoot, and that’s a really long drive, especially at 25-35mph.  We got on the road just before midnight, and we didn’t realize just how long of a drive this would be.



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As we headed north of Fairbanks, the road is still really nice an well maintained, then on the horizon, we could see the infamous Alaska Pipeline.  Since it runs parallel to the Dalton Highway, it would be our primary companion on the majority trip.

The pipeline sits atop a series of stilts that allows the ground to shift and heave below, without disrupting the continuity of the pipe.  Also, there are dozens of pump stations and other service areas so the company can maintain it.


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North Pole Alaska
June 232013

On the way up to Fairbanks, we decided to kill a moment pulling over by the town of North Pole.  There is a small touristy building claiming to be Santa’s Workshop.  I suspect their post office gets an insurmountable quantity of letters around December 24th every year.


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Strangely enough, the end of the Alcan Highway is not in Fairbanks, but in the tiny unknown town of Delta Junction.  There is a small monument dedicating the terminus.

Since we are only a hundred-and-some miles to the Arctic Circle, it never really gets dark.  We are getting close to Fairbanks and going to push on to Prudhoe Bay.


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Tok Alaska
June 232013

Back in 2008, we first pulled into Tok after visiting the Yukon.  We had some lofty expectations of Alaska, especially since we grew up in Wisconsin, and every other hick dreams of moving up to this place as if it’s Mount Olympus.

Then we faced the reality.  Alaska is mostly bogs and swamp, not the pristine mountains and forest from the postcards.  If Anchorage is the front door to “beautiful Alaska,” then Tok is the back door.  You get to the see the real Alaska that most people on the cruise ships never experience.  Unlike the Yukon, which has universal health care, Alaska has a free market and highly-unregulated governmental structure, so people don’t have basic services or building codes.  We often found people in Tok without fingers, teeth, or limbs.  It wasn’t uncommon to find burned out or collapsed houses.  It’s truly like living in the wild west.

In 2008, we wrote:

  • Tok, Alaska. 181282. 3:05 am Friday.
    Added 1.25 cubes. It took a long time to get from the border to Tok. The whole stretch was under construction and we were even traveling at night, so we didn’t even have to contend with traffic. We didn’t get to any hotels until late and there was no vacancy on the whole northern stretch of the Alaska “highway” loop. Something to note to anyone coming to Alaska: There are probably on a dozen or so hotels from the border to Fairbanks, and most of them are really dumpy. In fact most of the everything on the north loop is pretty dilapidated. See image…

Tok is a tiny little town.  While the maps show these places with certain size fonts to describe population, they are barely larger than the smallest towns in Wisconsin.  They are hardly towns at all.

On of the infamous places in Tok is a burned out gas station.  As mentioned above in 2008, now in 2013, the owner has used to to have a covered junkyard.  Pretty spiffy.

We stopped at one of the few Tok restaurants and ate a dinner.  We expected to be on the road for hours and hours and hours up to Fairbanks and ultimately Prudhoe Bay, so we figured this would be the last time we got a non-microwavable meal in a week.  Off to Fairbanks we go.





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Thankfully, we didn’t have a hassle crossing back into the United States.  What people don’t realize about Alaska is, it’s not all like in the postcards.  Most of the mountains and glaciers are in the south.  The vast majority of the middle is swamp and bogs.  Small croppings of evergreen trees and bushes that can survive the frigid winters.

If we made good time, we could be in Tok Alaska for dinner.  Ooh la la.

This was a far contrast from the drive from the border to Tok in 2008.  The road was in TERRIBLE condition and it was full of frost heaves, construction, and sections of gravel.

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Lake Kluane
June 232013

The night before, we pulled into Whitehorse really late.  It was too late to find a hotel, so we just pulled off and parked the van in the woods at Skeeters.  He left us some cubes to make the trip up to the Prudhoe Bay, so we needed to stop by there anyway.

We got an early start the next day, and headed up the Alaska highway as soon as possible.  One of the places I distinctly remember on the 2008 WVO Roadtrip was Lake Kluane.  At the time, it was under road construction and it was all gravel.

We also passed this lake on the way back down from Anchorage in 2008.

Now in 2013, that’s been paved for five years, and cruising was much easier.  I don’t know the geology and geography of the Yukon, but I suspect the light blue color comes from glacial run-off.  It’s a really amazing.

Contrast that to a nearby river, and you can really see the difference in color.

So many different looks for the same lake.  It really transforms into something completely different.



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When we left Watson Lake, a storm was brewing.  As we reached the outskirts of town, there was a guy standing by side of the road.  Feeling kind of bad for the guy, we pulled over and asked him if he needed a ride.  He wanted a trip up to Whitehorse, and we let him.  We figured with all the cameras and other equipment, we shouldn’t have too much trouble from him.

For several hours, we talked about everything.  Politics, health care, labor, and much more.  He said he worked in the road construction industry, and he just hitchhikes his way up to these remote northern towns to find work in the summers.  He said that he’s never had to wait more than an hour for a free ride up the Alcan highway.

The only thing that he was probably bummed about, was when we got about ten miles down the road, he asked if we had any weed or beer.  I think it would be a safe bet that if you saw an antique vegetable oil powered van driving down a Canadian road, the occupants would likely have weed or beer.  But Glenn and I are tee-totallers, so we only could offer him a soda.  He was visibly disappointed.  That was a long drive for him.  Probably should have waited for the next van.  LOL.

We drove all through the afternoon to late in the evening with the guy.  Eventually the rain subsided, the sun began to set on the horizon.  Due to all the forest fires in the Yukon and Alaska from the drought, the skies were exceptionally red.


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Just like Whitehorse, we really like the town of Yellowknife.  It’s up in the middle of nowhere, has a lot of good places to visit, good food, good lifestyle, and plenty of culture.  You would think a place this remote would be kind of backwards, but instead, just like Whitehorse, Yellowknife has a lot of forward thinking.

We pulled into town just before rush hour.

Eventually we stopped in to the local visitor’s center, and we asked about the best unique restaurant in town.  They all agreed that Bollucks Bistro was the coolest joint in town.

So we went there.  Pulled up a couple spot at the counter.  The staff is hilarious and won’t serve you unless you are cool.  Since Glenn and I were in no rush, we just hung out for a while till we could get our order in.  New customers kept trying to get a seat, and after a while, they would get pissy because the staff was ignoring them.  It was wild.  After about an hour of us chilling out, Glenn noticed the phone ringing off the hook.  Since he’s a chef, he knows the business, and he hollered to the cook if he could man the phone.  Elated, the woman let him.  So now Glenn was taking phone calls for a while.

Eventually, they got up to us, and took our orders.  We ate THE BEST fish fry I have ever eaten.  Skewered and marinated on a long stick, the fish was cooked in a couple pounds of butter on a frying pan.  Then sprinkled with herbs and drizzled with sweet sauce, the fish is laid on a bed of salad and fries.  Amazing.

After dinner, we cruised around the city.  Yellowknife is situated on a peninsula on the Slave Lake, and there are all sorts of cool lake houses and houseboats scattered on the shoreline.

After filling up on an alleyway hill, we decided to hit the road before it got too dark.  Not that it would get very dark anyway… when you are up at this latitude, the evenings in the summer only lasts a couple of hours.

We headed back to the Deh Cho Bridge and saw some bison on the left side of the road.  Lastly, we took the advice of the Northwest Territories Visitors Center and began the drive of the infamous MacKenzie Highway.




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Laird Hot Springs
June 222013

We’ve been to Laird Hot Springs in 2008 and 2013.  We could have stopped in 2018, but both our drives north and south put us at a time that meant the springs was closed.

Laird Hot Springs is a MUST stop on the Alcan Highway.  After sitting in a car for a few thousand kilometers, you need some time to relax, stretch the muscles, warm the body, and get comfortable.

When we did the first Alaska WVO Roadtrip in 2008, my aunt informed me about this wonderful place.  She and her husband used to come up here when they were dogsledders in the 80’s.  They would drive up with their dogs and stop here to take a break.

So we pulled off the Alcan and got in the hot spring.  It’s great.

From our 2008 WVO Travel Log:

  • Laird Hot Springs, British Columbia. 5pm Sunday.
    We got to test out the hot springs, but forgot the camera. The springs was great, but a little too hot, especially since it was quite a humid and hot summer day. Also fortunately, it wasn’t very packed, but I suppose on a weekday, it’s typically less dense. Everyone who suggested this was right—the Laird Hot Springs is a must-do on the Alaskan Hwy.

Back in 2008, the facility wasn’t much.  Just a wooden walkway and some dock.

Contrast that to the 2013 WVO roadtrip, and the Canadian government has made some plush improvements.  Changing rooms, wooden patios, and all sorts of spiffy stuff.

We blew an afternoon relaxing here.  If it wasn’t for the fact that we had to make some miles as soon as possible, we’d probably still be there.


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Here’s an outpost where people can camp out, get some supplies, and stretch their legs.  The guy who owned the place was rather eccentric.

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