Sojourner
Crossing the international boundary near Beaver Creek, YT, I enter the state of Alaska today. This is an exciting moment for me. But I feel more grateful than proud. I have come this far; I am very much indebted to the fellow travelers they provided me with friendship and shared me with their trip experiences for my road ahead. They might not be aware that they had done good deeds to a lone traveler like me.
I met many marvelous people from all over the world on this trip. Some came from Canada and some from United States. Many came from South America, Europe, Mid-East or Asia. Not everyone spoke fluent English but almost everyone communicated with a smile. I guess smile is a recognizable international language of friendship regardless of nationality and ethnicity. Or, maybe we were aware that our paths crossed on this land only temporarily. There was no need to fight for things that we could not bring with us when we parted.
The other day, I met a young couple form Japan. They had been in North America for only a few months. They were riding bike starting from Anchorage, AK and headed to South America. They said they would spend two years on the road before reaching planned destination in Argentina. There were also many retired couples traveling in RVs. One couple, I remembered, came from Germany. They sold their house there, bought a RV and came to the States. They would stay here for another 12 months traveling. What impressed me most were some middle aged couples traveling in double-seated motorcycle. They were friendly, young in spirit and seemed to enjoy the thrilling ride very much.
Crossing the international boundary near Beaver Creek, YT, I enter the state of Alaska today. This is an exciting moment for me. But I feel more grateful than proud. I have come this far; I am very much indebted to the fellow travelers they provided me with friendship and shared me with their trip experiences for my road ahead. They might not be aware that they had done good deeds to a lone traveler like me.
I met many marvelous people from all over the world on this trip. Some came from Canada and some from United States. Many came from South America, Europe, Mid-East or Asia. Not everyone spoke fluent English but almost everyone communicated with a smile. I guess smile is a recognizable international language of friendship regardless of nationality and ethnicity. Or, maybe we were aware that our paths crossed on this land only temporarily. There was no need to fight for things that we could not bring with us when we parted.
The other day, I met a young couple form Japan. They had been in North America for only a few months. They were riding bike starting from Anchorage, AK and headed to South America. They said they would spend two years on the road before reaching planned destination in Argentina. There were also many retired couples traveling in RVs. One couple, I remembered, came from Germany. They sold their house there, bought a RV and came to the States. They would stay here for another 12 months traveling. What impressed me most were some middle aged couples traveling in double-seated motorcycle. They were friendly, young in spirit and seemed to enjoy the thrilling ride very much.
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Today is a sunny day again. I get chance to cook breakfast ...
and enjoy it ...
... in front of this beautiful lake ...
... before going back to the road. I will travel pass US-Canada Border in Beaver Creek today then head to Tok, Alaska. Travelers came from opposite direction told me there are constructions on both sides of the Border.
Kluane Mountains look more stunning than I saw them a couple days ago driving in late evening.
Mountain views near Burwash Landings, one of the oldest settlement in Yukon.
Glad this is a wonderful day to travel this area.
This new bridge, over Donjek River, on the left that I have just passed was built to replace .....
.... this old one on the right. I really appreciate Canadian government's effort to ensure safety of highway travelers by providing proper maintenance and constructions.
A deserted camp lodge is occupied by RVs. Soaring oil price must have hit business owners hard along Alaska Highway.
Hello, Alaska ...
... see you later, Yukon.
Monument at the border's rest area narrating the brotherhood of US and Canada.
International boundary marker
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