As has been the pattern when we are staying with our friends, we got a late start out of Dallas.  We were all treated to a scrumptious breakfast courtesy of Charla and Katie; deliciously fluffy scrambled eggs and potatoes from Charla and bacon from Katie.  (While they were cooking, Chris and Chase were busy out on the town procuring Lindt truffles, so the boys were also working on important tasks.)

     After a couple hours on I-20 heading out of town, we decided it was time for a snack and pulled over at a rest area to make sandwiches.  Much to our surprise (or, maybe we shouldn’t have been shocked), each picnic table at the rest area was built to resemble a giant oil derrick on the side of the highway.  Oh, Texas…

     Not far from the rest area, we crossed the Louisiana state line and then were soon in Shreveport.  Although the Louisiana tourism booklet we picked up near the border suggested a lot to do there, Sunday night was not exactly an ideal time for a visit, as the majority of attractions were museums that would not be open until the next morning.  We cruised through the city a bit, however, and decided to stop at the River Walk.  The park is situated across from Bossier City and near some interesting metal bridges made for swinging and lifting to allow various ships down the Red River.  While there, we also glimpsed a few old fashioned steamboats at rest (ahem, these days, riverboat casinos).

     From Shreveport, we traveled south on I-49.  We were excited (and surely they were too) when we saw another car on the road with a Vassar license plate frame, this one a black mini SUV with Texas tags.  While Chase slowed down so that our windows could meet, Charla made a sign saying “We went to Vassar too!” to hold up in the window.  As soon as the two other travelers saw it, both drivers started honking while thumbs-ups and lots of waving went on in the passenger seats.  After seeing the Vassar vehicle, our night was fairly quiet, as we made our way to the Kisatchie National Forest to set up our tent and have dinner.

_      Our day started with a huge breakfast, unlike any that we have cooked on our little camp stove.  Katie and Charla made pancakes, fried potatoes, and bacon.  If you couldn’t tell by the Chick-Fil-A, we are back in the South!

_      After breakfast, we ventured downtown with Chris to visit Dealy Plaza and the Sixth Floor Museum at the former Texas School Book Depository.  While in our travels, we have both experienced some incredible museums, this one was outstanding for its ability to arouse both questions and emotions.  As we exited the elevator on the sixth floor, we began our audio-guided tour with some background on the political and cultural climate of the late 1950’s and early 1960’s, including some original movie posters, newspapers, and novels.  After that, we toured through the sections on John F. Kennedy’s campaign, election, presidency, and Dallas tour and then arrived at the window where Lee Harvey Oswald supposedly sat as the motorcade rounded the hairpin turn from Elm Street, which was recreated with school book boxes.  The rest of the museum included videos and displays about the world’s reactions to JFK’s death and his legacy as well as the investigations into the events of that day in November 1963—from evidence, the Zapruder film timeline, and further conjectures about possible conspiracy theories.  The tour ended with a short film featuring Walter Cronkite, the famous voice of CBS news, that left the three of us pensive as we left the museum.

_      We planned to walk around Dealy Plaza a bit more, but a thunderstorm had set in for the night.  The rain poured down as the National Weather Service repeatedly issued flash flood warnings for our area.  Trying to work our way out of downtown was difficult, as all the traffic lights were out of order and many roads were impassable due to standing water.  Dallas’s sprawling infrastructure and insufficient highway systems weren’t helping the matter either, but we somehow made it back to the apartment in time to grill up the rest of the tilapia in the rain, as well as enjoy corn and potatoes.  We ended off the evening with a healthy dose of MarioKart 64, the go-kart driving game from the 90’s on Nintendo64.  During college Chase and Chris spent the a significant portion of time playing all of the racetracks in “Versus” mode, so it was great to rekindle old rivalries and again speed towards the checkered flag.

_      Much to everyone’s surprise (especially the local Skagwegians), we woke up to a beautiful sunny day!  We explored town a bit more, including a walk down to the cruise ship dock, where a new boat had unloaded its happy passengers earlier that morning.  From the dock, we had some sweet views of the Tracy Arm.  Then, we made our way back into town for some pan au chocolate at Glacial Smoothies and Espresso.  Noticing an ad in the Skaguay Alaskan paper in the coffee shop, we stopped in a store nearby for a free train whistle with the purchase of some snazzy bear socks.  In times of radio silence while driving through massive British Columbia, the train whistle certainly came in useful (without much success, we both attempted playing songs ranging from Lady Gaga’s “Born This Way” and a smattering from Lonely Island).

_      After much hugging and a few high fives at the Attic, we started the scenic drive out of Skagway through White Pass, climbing some 3,000 feet in just nine miles and crossing the Canadian-America border one more time.

_      We crossed from BC into the Yukon, where we happened upon the deserted Venus Mill mining structure on Tutshi Lake.  Built in 1908, it was meant as a last-ditch effort to try to mine silver from the lake, but it was unsuccessful.  Later on we crossed through Carcross (from the original town’s name CARibou CROSSing) and then the Tagish Road onto the Alaska Highway for the third and longest stretch of our trip.

_     We made a quick stop in Teslin for gas and groceries before making a nice lunch overlooking Nisultin Bay just outside of town.  With a full tank in the trusty Pilot and full stomachs, we covered a lot of ground before reaching the Watson Lake Signpost Forest.  We meandered around a bit and made the necessary stops to check up on Chase’s two signs there.  We skipped out on the Northern Lights Centre, deciding that we would just have to wait until our return to Alaska to see them again in the sky and not on film.
     From there, we drove for a bit and started seeking out a place to rest for the night.  Our first stop was place we will forever call mosquito land.  We took a turnoff, hopeful for a nice spot, but it looped around back towards the Highway.  We found what appeared a nice spot in the back of the loop, but after a few minutes of setting up the tent, we were swarmed with plaque-like quantities of mosquitoes and quickly decided to pack it all in and search for something better.  We stopped in a rock quarry a few miles down the road that was still fairly mosquito-infested but a much better option for a place to make dinner and get some rest.

       We started day three by packing up wet gear thanks to a Dawson morning rain shower.  Once we got all of our wet gear stowed away for the trip, we got to once again jump on the ferry for our final water crossing of the Yukon River.  The ladies at the Visitor Center directed us to the cheapest gas in town, at an industrial Alberta Fuels cardlock system in a mining part of town.  After figuring out how to use the most obscure cardlock system in the world, we were finally zooming out of town on the Klondike Highway.  We stopped for lunch at Moose Creek, a nice campground though it was lacking the running water that it had advertised.  Without rinsing our dishes we were back on the road again.  We continued on to Carmacks for a gas stop, and much more excitingly, a Cadbury’s Dairy Milk Mint Chocolate bar that was hiding in the gas station!  We stopped to enjoy some morsels of chocolate at Little Fox Lake, the scene of a catastrophic forest fire in 1998.  The landscape is still charred and recovering to this day.
     A few miles down the road we arrived at Lake Laberge.  We were on an overlook, not quite a marge, but it was still appropriate to have a reading of Robert Service's “The Cremation of Sam McGee.”  After the dramatic reading, we took a look around to discover we weren’t merely at an overlook, but we had somehow ventured into a Public Use Quarry, complete with three Caterpillar 776Bs with keys in the ignitions!  However tempted we were to rally, we settled with a photo shoot.  (Who knows how good the steering would be on a vehicle whose tires are taller than the trusty Pilot?!)_

_      Our quarry was quite close to Whitehorse, which features the Yukon Brewery (“Beer Worth Freezin' For”).  Unbeknownst to us we had stopped in on International IPA Day, a day we should all be celebrating.  After a bit of sampling we decided on a growler of Discovery Honey Ale and bottles of Ice Fog IPA and Midnight Sun Espresso Stout.