Monthly Archives: November 2010

Into BC

I spent last night at Liard Hot Springs.  I ended up renting an old log cabin with no running water, but it did have electricity and a woodstove.  I unloaded my cooler and food, then had a fire burning in the stove within minutes.  Love that spruce!  I had wanted to make Toad River Lodge, mainly because I stayed there on my first trip up the Alaskan Highway.  I remember watching a plane land on the grass runway alongside the highway then taxi up the road to the lodge and parking out front.  That was what I wanted to see.  The pilot got out and then went into the cafe for breakfast.

I decided not to push it to Toad River last night in the dark due to the bison on the roads.  The first one I spotted caused me to mentally ask myself, “Why doesn’t that boulder have any snow on it?”  Then I quickly realized that it was no boulder, but a large lump of shaggy buffalo.  I’m glad I did pull over, because this morning I spotted several small herds of the big beasts on and alongside the road.  Caribou were everywhere, I must have seen hundreds today and I expect to see more tomorrow.  Throw in about twenty big horn sheep and a black fox and you have a great wildlife viewing day.  Crazy.


Bison in BC


Caribou in the Yukon


Whitehorse, YT

When I left Fairbanks it was snowing, but relatively warm.  For Alaska in November.  The highs were in the 20’s F and the lows were in the single digits.  It had cooled down 10 degrees near the border with temps at -22 C according to Canadian customs.  It did not warm up to the 20’s during the short day.

I met a couple when I was getting gas at Destruction Bay, YT, who are traveling the world in a newer Land Rover.  The guy gave me his card with a website listed about their adventures.  I have not checked it out yet, but I will.  It just felt good to know there are other wing nuts going even further than I.  And it made me not want to stop at Tierra del Fuego.


More Dalton Pics


Musk Ox

We saw several, including a decent sized herd, with calves, right along the road.


Rovering to Deadhorse

Day 2 / Leg 1

10 September 2010

I’m leaning against the Rover across from Happy Valley along the Dalton Hwy.  It’s a nice site here on the tundra, with a creek flowing nearby.  But the sound of heavy machinery easily travels over the hills.  I’m hoping that it will shut down on a Friday night, but that may not happen.  Peter has already decided to set up his tent down by the creek in an attempt to have the running water drive out the sound of diesel engines.  I’ll just stick it out by the Rig.

We did hit a couple of snags en route:  A u-bolt holding one of the new, front parabolic springs was either   not installed, or not installed correctly.  The driver’s side spring had only one when we looked the truck over at the Yukon River, which twisted the spring and torqued the shock mount.

We did not get much help in Coldfoot yesterday, but after camping at Marion last night, we went back and Brian in the tire shop gave us a piece of all-thread which we bent around the axle & attached to the plate stabilizing the mount.  It has held up fine up to this point, although the road was in great shape up to Atigun Pass.

We also noticed a leak at the river.  The transmission was 1/3 qt low.  It was low the same amount at Coldfoot.  I bought 3 qts of gear lube at Coldfoot, but the fluid level has not dropped since.

Otherwise, the Rover has run and handled beautifully.

The weather has also been perfect.  Temps must be near 60 degs, the skies are perfectly clear and it is past 7pm.  The tundra makes for beautiful country.  We have seen moose, caribou and dall sheep.  There was a very nice bull caribou just a couple of miles back.


The Pan American Highway

Several years ago, I thought about making this trip.  Fortunately, or unfortunately (depending on your thought process), I already owned the vehicle that I wanted to make the trip in.  As my friends would all tell you:  I can never go the easy route when it comes to vehicles.  The time has come to make the attempt; the vehicle is as ready as it ever will be.  I may make it; I may not.  I decided a while back, to take this in steps.  I would not get caught up in the destination, I would just experience the travel.

I fought the idea behind this blog for a while, but in the end it allows people I care about to take part in the trek along with me.  If I pick up a few stowaways along the way, all the better.  I’ll do my best to maintain it, but I don’t want to be tied to it to the point where I will spend more time reporting than I do exploring.  For those of you who find out about the blog well after the Rover has departed Alaska, or Minnesota, or Iowa… my sincerest apologies.  This isn’t done with any malicious intent, I’m just taking things as they come and seeing how far this old Series can go.  I’m not really the type to put the plans too far ahead of the Rover.

This, should be a lot of fun.  Feel free to check in when you can.


“It’s Not Even Advice…

… but somewhere along the way somebody directed me to this saying, that, ‘Success is a matter of travel, it’s not a destination.’ And I think that’s pretty wise.”

— Alan Page