The AlCan roads continued to be positively lunar, the way back every bit as murderously potholed as the way up. With each bounce and jostle, Miracle winced in pain and I apologized—to her, to the bus, to Jolene, to the cars stacked up behind us. At least we had some good seats.
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Yukon
Alaska is next door and it is calling. But we had time to stop in the sign forest and stop in Whitehorse for an afternoon.
On the Road with Adie 