I wish I could say that I was patient but circumstances were such that I was not in the best emotional state. The kids were 5 and 8. I feel guilty for being short (understatement) with both them and my mother-in-law (who insisted in driving with me - thank God!), without whom I wonder if we would have made it - sane and healthy. I have a picture of us sitting by a spring on the 'other' side of the much feared by me Trutch Mountains. My memory was that it was a huge incline and very difficult with snow. The blade operator had just made a pass and told us to go immediately before it got 'cut up' and not to give up my side of the road for anyone coming the other way. It was a dream - just sailed right over. So sardines, mustard and water from the spring was our celebration. Especially after the approach to Haines had been running board deep mud. Too much or too little acceleration would have sunk us for the duration. Made that okay too. But had the high top mud boots behind the seat just incase. Ah well, enough reminiscing . Am proud to have done it more or less by myself when I had never driven 'outside' before. Much less 4300 miles including the Alcan.
