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Driving The Alaska Highway
Part 1 of a 3 part series. The British Columbia section. Use your turn signal lights to navigate through the videos.

The Alaska Highway is the road that separates motorhome people into those with a genuine wanderlust for adventure, and those who were just following tradition by buying supposedly affordable retirement housing that is transportable between winters in Arizona, and summers with grandchildren in Michigan.

The Alcan of old has been paved all the way, with asphalt designed for the north. There are frost heaves, but these only seem to be a problem for those driving too fast, and tagalong trailers. As snowbird Alaskans, on our annual trip home, we even leave our dingy in Tenino, Washington, as —with the exception of Los Anchorage— once you are on the way north you will find this the most motorhome friendly territory in North America. 

At 100 Mile House not only is a grocery supermarket easily accessible from the highway, but they have a free RV dump.  In ways this sets a standard of hospatality that reaches 2,500 miles to Soldotna, on the Kenai Peninsula, where a Fred Meyer supermarket even has electricity available so that RV travelers can keep their filled fish freezers frozen. 

Drive right on through Willow, Alaska, though, as these wana-be-Alaskans passed a city ordinance —as is happening elsewhere— prohibiting overnight parking at the local Wal-Mart. We don’t normally ‘camp’ in parking lots, but I appreciate that in our version of musical chairs for the night, an assurance of not being ‘homeless’ when all the commercial parks are filled. I remember when Willow was on a dead end gravel road, so it ticks me off that they also are pushing for a light rail project to commute to metropolitan Los Anchorage.  Jerks! (This also from the editor of

There it is. Can’t seem to keep it out of this publication. I am the ultimate country boy—a bush Alaskan.  I don’t understand those who have bought into Hollywood warnings that all frontier people are mentally disturbed. And that if you escape their madness, the bears will get you! Hey… worry more about mommy moose.

Thanks to TV, I in turn wonder about city folks fascination with watching the path of a bullet spin through a brain, or the pattern of a BFT caused by an unsub(?) mugger. Help!

So lets treat this trip as a learning experience, even if vicariously. Contrast my experience in Dawson Creek where a local policeman came along and fed both of the out-of-time parking meters covering two spaces occupied by my motorhome while I was filming the flags, with my experience — and that of a visiting Canadian— in Alice, Texas.

Your cultural tourism assignment is to interact with what have unjustly been labeled “boring Canadians,” to realize that the citizens of Dawson Creek, having pioneered living on the frontier, are really are a very exciting, hospitable people, full of fun!  If you can’t recognize the simple truth of that statement, then head back to boring Las Vegas, as you really won’t enjoy our highway, anyway.

/ Dawson Creek-Milepost 0 / Alaska Highway History / Building The Alaska Highway DVD / BC Wilderness / BC Wildlife / Canadian Rockies / Muncho Lake / Laird Hot Springs / Alaska Highway Buffalo / The Milepost Magazine /

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