Alaska Highway

Ever wonder what it’d be like to drive to Alaska with half the Brennan family? Well luckily Matt put a video together documenting there strange travels.

The skiing has been good the last two days, high clouds but good snow up high. Hunter is still looking for lodging, Kyle has a place in Mountain View (he’s thinking of buying a mini 14 for safety)


We crossed the border shortly after the thermometer in Hunter’s truck bottomed out at 40 bellow, and as we drove towards Tok we could feel the temperature continue to fall, as the space near the windows felt as if it was an active heat vacuum.  The last day of the drive went well, it even got sunny in the afternoon, and despite Hunter and I taking turns almost totaling the truck (Hunter in early morning blowing snow, myself on Anchorage ice) everything arrived in good shape including Max’s snowmobile.

 Since then I managed to break my fritschis the first day at Turnagain, but managed to get them warrantied.  The shop, in some strange attempt to quell word of the discovered flaw (a weak toe mounting bracket that cracked while free heeling on crust) seized the defective bindings before I was able to take any pictures to share here.  Oh well, the skiing here is marginal at the moment.  After a 3 week spell of sedentary life in Michigan I’ve enjoyed getting out but, the turns haven’t been anything to rave about.  Anyway, onwards from here, hopefully some snow arrives, the avalanche cycle that follows is swiftly cleansing and afterwards the skiing is excellent for months. Until then I guess we can all take a suggestion from Dave Ridgeway and practice skiing with a smile, or study up on some of the crazy avalanche stories going around eithing with video, or strange sunny settings.  And while we have been thinking that it’s cold here, its not as far bellow what is normal here, as it has been  in some places.

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…

Hunter and I are in Grand Prairie Alberta tonight, after driving 37 hours straight from Ixonia Wisconsin.  It’s been slow going as we’ve hit extreme cold, traffic, snow storms and were trailering Max’s new sled, a  Ski Doo XP 600 RS.  I’ve got all sorts of things to say , but at this point I’m too exhausted to really elaborate on everything we’ve seen thus far, I guess I’ll get around to it when I finally get my pictures on here.  I’ll just mention that we saw some Canadians chain a dead deer to their truck and proceed to drag it down the road in Saskatoon.  Untill I get everything up, enjoy this video Politics sent us of some Tandem Mono skiing.  Tomorrow it’s on to the Yukon.  And enjoy that one of Dongshow’s most hated companies, Resorts of the Canadian Rockies, has gone all Michigan like and banned jumping.