Trip Start Jun 13, 2009
15Trip End Jun 28, 2009
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Anyways, we arrived at the Poker Creek border crossing, most northerly land border in the USA around 9:45am. There's one of those air hoses connected to a bell in the road so that when you pull up, the man inside knows someone is waiting. This had to be the easiest border crossing ever. The customs agent asked us if we had any weapons and what we bought in Canada and then let us go on our way.
As promised to us by the Canadian information center, the American side of the road was in horrible shape
Is it to anyone's surprise that the first matching 2009 Silver Grand Marquis LS we found was in the first American town? Well, look no further than the pictures below.
After taking a washroom break, we headed on south down the Taylor highway (thankfully mostly paved) towards Tok. This junction of Tok is kind of a nerve center of transportation for Alaska. It is not possible to drive into or out of the main part of Alaska without going through Tok. I checked with a windshield repair place, but the man was in Fairbanks that day. Fantastic.
Anyways, having rejoined the Alaska highway after our 5 day detour, we resumed our northward journey toward Delta Junction and Fairbanks. Delta Junction is the end of the original 1942 Alaska highway, although nowadays it continues on to Fairbanks
We continued on up into Fairbanks through the rain. We stopped at a suburb called North Pole on the way and had the windshield repaired and oil changed. They were really nice people, but the repair job on the windshield didn't work out so well. It is fixed, but there is a little line of bubbles where the crack was. They tell me it can't be helped. Sigh, hopefully the rental car company is lenient. In any case, the rain persists.
We pulled into Fairbanks in the late afternoon and spent some time trying to find a place. It seems like most places are sold out or near sold out, so we got a room in one of the seedier places in town, the Alaska Motor Inn. The owner was an Arab who didn't understand why we wanted to stay there, but took our money all the same. I think everyone else there was more of a permanent resident so to speak. In any case, it was better than a campsite in the rain.
Our only other event of the day was visiting the Fairbanks library so we could catch up on Internet activity and let people know where we were. So ends the day. The rain persists.