Wednesday, July 06, 2011
North to Alaska, Part III
The trip from Whitehorse to Port Alcan showered him with an embarrassment of majestic sights. He wished he were a more accomplished photographer, that he might capture these incredible vistas of aqua-blue lakes and towering mountains and endless green forests of birch and pine. He could only do his best and hope that his amateur efforts could at least serve to trigger the vastly superior images captured by his mind.
Time and the road rolled on beneath his spinning wheels, his tires devouring both. He felt no fatigue, not yet, just a desire to soak up the beauty that surrounded him and to reach the border before the fourth. And that he did.
Moments such as these never last. He moved on once more, passing through border inspection with little more than a dozen words. Fairbanks beckoned.