RV ALASKA - Misery at Meziadin

Maybe our expectations were too high; maybe our timing was all wrong.  Whatever the reason, our run down the Cassiar Highway – at least in reference to wildlife sightings – was definitely not all we had hoped for.  The drive from Kinaskan Lake Provincial Park to Meziadin Lake Provincial Park was a delightful treat with beautiful scenery everywhere.  It would have been much more enjoyable if some of God’s critters had made an appearance.  My disappointment made me think of the old proverb, “If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride.”  Meziadin Lake, however, did NOT disappoint!

RV ALASKA - The Cassiar Highway: Just How Remote Is It?

It was not without trepidation that we set out along the Cassiar Highway.  All the information I had read about it depicted it as one of the most remote highways in western Canada.  Honestly, I don’t think it was any more remote than sections of the Alaska Highway, and we did see other vehicles on the road, many of which were RVs.  Gas stations weren’t numerous, but they were available.  (Expensive, but available.)  We never felt that we were in danger of running out of gas.  But, again, we were driving off just the top half of our tank – and we had an extra 10 gallons with us.  That being said, there was an aspect of traveling the Cassiar Highway that was a bit disconcerting.

RV ALASKA - Alaska Highway Eastbound: Whitehorse to Watson Lake

From the time we left Alaska, until we branched off on the Cassiar Highway southbound from Watson Lake, Alan and I were just retracing our steps through Canada.  We had no planned stops; we were simply working our way back east.  As we ate up the road miles, we marveled at the incredible scenery in western Canada.  We also talked about how much we were enjoying the provincial parks in the Yukon Territory.  This was our first experience with public parks in Canada, and I have to say that we enjoyed them as much as we have enjoyed the public parks and campgrounds in the United States.  I was intrigued by the fact that we would find excellent campgrounds even in remote areas – and that they were being enjoyed by a fair number of people.  Even though government and provincial parks came with few (if any) amenities, we had quickly become devoted fans.

RV ALASKA - Alaska Highway Eastbound - Destruction Bay to Whitehorse

When we had rolled into Whitehorse on our westward journey, we had no camping reservations, got in too late to snag a spot at the nearby government campground, and ended up next to the RV Wash at Hi Country RV Park.  Their system said we’d fit into site 26, but there was absolutely no way that was going to happen – even with Alan’s decades of trailering experience.  So, on the return trip, I went with my favorite resource (RV Life’s CampgroundReviews.com), found another private RV park, paid our money and took our chances.  That’s one bet that didn’t pay off.

RV ALASKA - Alaska Highway Eastbound: Tok to Destructions Bay

Alan and I retraced our steps along the Alaska Highway from Tok to Destruction Bay to Whitehorse to Watson Lake.  It was at Watson Lake that we would head south along the Cassiar Highway through British Columbia instead of continuing back to Mile 0 of the Alaska Highway at Dawson Creek.  I thought about combining our three days of travel to Watson Lake into one post, but I would have had to leave out a lot of the photos I wanted to share.  Here we go, Day 1.

RV ALASKA - Turning for Home

Moving on from Fairbanks was a bittersweet moment.  It was the actual point in the journey where we pointed the truck to the east, and officially began the long trek home.   That afternoon, we would arrive back in Tok, and spend our final night in Alaska.  But first, we had two stops to make.

RV ALASKA - A Fair Shake for Fairbanks

I have to admit that I didn’t give Fairbanks a fair shake – at least not at first.  We didn’t spend enough time there on our previous trips to Alaska to really get to know the city.  In fact, I remember thinking it was sort of boring.  And I wouldn’t want to live anywhere you needed to plug your car in at the grocery store in the winter so that you could be sure it would start when you came out.  (The average high in January is 0; the average low is 15 degrees below zero.)  Once we were in Fairbanks on our own schedule, we were able to explore the city a bit more – and we really liked what we found!

RV ALASKA - Pioneer "Parking"

On our prior visits to Fairbanks, our family had taken the Discovery Riverboat Tour, visited the Alaska Pipeline and panned for gold at Gold Dredge #8.  We enjoyed all of those activities, but Alan and I felt no need to do any of them again.  Honestly, I was looking at Fairbanks as a reprovisioning stop, and the only other item on our “must do” list was to visit Pioneer Park.  Pioneer Park is sort of a living history museum.  And a park (with a playground, a carousel and mini-golf).  And home to a performing arts center.  And you can “camp” in the parking lot.  Yup, that’s all it is, an honest-to-goodness parking lot.  Nothing but spigots with potable water and public restrooms in Pioneer Park.  If there was a trash dumpster, we couldn’t find it, yet we called that parking lot home for four nights.  Because we packed in so many activities (some fun, some not so much) into the three full days we were in Fairbanks, I may end up breaking our stay down into two posts.  We’ll see how it goes.  Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, though.

Long-time readers know that Alan and I often arrive at a destination with a scavenger list of sorts.  Sure, there might be a museum to visit or a restaurant to try, but sometimes there are simply unusual items on the list that we just want to see.  That was the case on the day we traveled from Denali National Park north to Fairbanks.  We wanted to see the Nenana Tripod.  And we weren’t going to leave Alaska until we did.  

RV ALASKA - Sleds and Trails and Puppy Dog Tails

When our earlier reservation at the Riley Creek Campground in Denali National Park was canceled due to the wildfire near the Park’s entrance, I was devastated.  I had really, really, really been looking forward to visiting the Sled Dog Kennels in the Park; the kennels had been a bucket list item for a long time.  When we secured our second reservation for Riley Creek, I was thrilled.

Alan and I had booked just two nights at the National Park campground since our “To Do” list was short: 1) Visit the kennels; 2) drive the Park Road to see what kind of wildlife we could find; and 3) get a good look at Denali (North America’s highest mountain at 20,310 feet) - if the mountain decided to show itself.  We figured that, if the weather was cooperative and the wildlife was abundant, we’d book extra days at a local, private RV park if we couldn’t extend our stay at Riley Creek.  With fingers crossed, we set up camp.