We drove 48.6 miles before we started this morning. I better explain. We hit the road without filling our tank with gas...just a stupid oversight...anxious to get going. 24.3 miles down the road it was decision time. Our car computer showed a range of 82 miles and we have a spare two gallon can of gas in the car which will give us another 50 miles. What to do? What to do? Do we chance it or turn around? We turned around and drove 24.3 miles back to our starting point and filled the tank. As it turned out we would have made it...barely...by 15 miles or so. Too close to call. We won't make that mistake again.
At Dawson Creek (not to be confused with Dawson City of Klondike gold rush fame) we passed milepost zero indicating the we were no longer on the Alaska Highway. We spent a lot of time on that road, both to and fro...over 3000 miles, and it was a bit like leaving an old friend. But, time to move on. We're in Grand Prairie, Alberta, and from now on we will be in new territory and visiting places across Canada that we've never been to before.
Some people collect bottles, some old ink wells, still others hoard statues of elephants. There is a fellow in Watson Lake that collects signs. You have to admire his tenacity and dedication to his hobby because this guy has put together a collection of signs the likes of which you will never believe. There are street signs, "Welcome to Amarillo" type signs, with a few hundred, maybe a thousand, license plates thrown in, and he has them displayed on posts and calls it his "Sign Forest." It covers a couple of acres and is right up there with the world's biggest stump.
Just before we left the Alaska Highway we spotted one more casualty of the road. We stopped, but couldn't find anyone around. Hopefully everyone was okay.
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