And forget Robert Frost — Robert Service is where it’s always been for me. Sam Mc Gee? Classic.

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

etc.

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My mother’s cousin and his bride, both in their 70′s now, told Pete and me the story of their Al-Can trip right after the highway was completed – in the late 50′s, early 60′s (?). Someone in Alaska had ordered a brand new red convertible straight from the factory in Detroit, so the newlyweds signed on to drive it up there. Over all those gravel roads, it must’ve been dinged up pretty bad! Their way back was an adventure, also, as they hadn’t made any plans whatsoever. A great memory for them, too, and a wonderful story to hear. Thank you.

Reading John’s story reminds me of when we left Alaska. It was in the month of November and even though it proved to be challenging (too many breakdowns, sub zero temps and changes of plans to list), it remains one of my husbands and mine favorite memories.

John’s story makes me wish we were there again.

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