7/10/22

After Leo took off that morning, I started to make my way on the Alcan towards the border. I was leaving Alaska and entering the Yukon again on my way home.

https://goo.gl/maps/Lv5qqnLcdKmUtHeV8

I was warned by quite a few others that the Alcan near the border crossing of Beaver Creek was awful. I didn't think too much of it because after the Dalton I'm pretty much ready for anything. Well, they weren't kidding. The pavement is god awful - pit holes, frost heaves, and washboards that shook the filings out of your teeth.

(No audio in the video, my microphone has been intermittent on the helmet cam)

I got to the border station after 90 miles and it was pretty uneventful, which is a good thing when crossing a border. After waving me thru, I am now back in Yukon, Canada. After this it was a long ride back to Whitehorse where I have an Airbnb waiting for me. This is pretty much what I call a travel day. Not many stops, just trying to reach the destination.

I was just cruising along eating up miles and after about 135 miles, I come upon the small community with the ominous name of Destruction Bay. The name is derived from the wind blowing down structures erected by the military during highway construction in 1942–43. Destruction Bay sits on Kluane Lake which is a stunningly beautiful lake with the Alcan running right alongside it.

After Kluane Lake, it was 162 miles into Whitehorse. My Airbnb was actually on the outer edge of Whitehorse. It was a quite basement suite (very popular in Canada) run by a older British and German couple. I had a quite stay which would be the theme for the next night.