Our GPS has only comedic value this far north

24 hour gas stations don’t exist along the Alaska Highway.  We left Fort Nelson around 4:30 this afternoon, with the air temperature a pleasant -40, planning to push on to Whitehorse, or possibly Anchorage.  However, the gas stations along the way were less then co-operative.  We stopped at Toad Creek, Muncho Lake and finally Laird Hot Springs and found all three had closed a few minutes before we’d arrived.  At Laird the driver of a Greyhound Bus (who seconds as the mail carrier on this stretch) told us “you’d better get your asses in gear, the station at Contact Creek, ninety miles from here, closes at 10:30.”  We had just enough gas to make it that far, and a little over an hour and a half to pull it off.  We’d been averaging about 50 mph pulling the snowmachine trailer on snow covered roads but figured we could pick up the pace, hope not to get delayed by any buffalo, and catch the station before they closed.  We rolled in to Contact Creek at 9:45 on fumes, only to find they’d closed early.  It was -30, Hunter had to shit, and figured we were stranded for the night.  Hunter then proceeded to crap on their front porch. I was to busy preparing for a long cold night of sleeping shotgun to worry about how Hunter planned on explaining what’d happened in the morning when the attendant arrived to find the two of us sleeping in front of the pumps and a pile of frozen turds gracing his front steps.

Hunter Desiccates the Gas Station in Minus 30 Weather

Hunter Desiccates the Gas Station in Minus 30 Weather

Just as Hunter was finishing the Greyhound arrived, and as the driver dropped off a package and smoked a swisher sweet he informed us that Watson Lake was only another 35 miles down the road, and that although all the gas stations would be closed, we would be able to find a hotel room.  So with the 5 gallons of emergency gas we’d stashed in the trailer we pushed on and found the Big Horn Lodge, where I’m writing this garbage currently.  We hope to push on to Anchorage tomorrow, which should be possible as we won’t be at the mercy of 70s era gas pumps in Alaska.  Don’t worry about us though, we may be stuck across the street from sign post forest, but we’ve found this picture from Utah, so we’re very entertained over here. Until next time…

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