Day 4

Day 4---We slowed down and stopped along the way to see the sights. We pushed hard for three days so that we could enjoy this part of the journey. Our first stop was just a few miles out of town, the Kiskatinaw River Bridge. One can see the elevation by looking at this picture although the mountains don't look that big. Before the day is over, we will see really big mountains! We began a fast decline, dropping over 1,000 feet within just a less than a kilometer then crossed another bridge. The transition was beautiful, but I couldn’t catch a picture of it. We quickly climbed back to 2137 feet (GPS tracks this for us).

We began seeing more signs warning us to slow down because of different animals...and we captured a few....

Here come the mountains....

As soon as we began traveling the Alaskan highway, the farm lands and oil wells ended. Vast prairie lands (as one British Columbian native described it) surrounded the road. The adventure came in looking for the wild animals.

On this photo stop to catch the waterfalls, once again I was amazed. A couple pulled in right behind us. They were driving the exact same U-Haul as us. They were retiring to Alaska and had been unable to move all of their furniture at one time. Their journey wasn’t quite 4,000, but almost—they were logging over 3,500. See what I mean about how there is someone out there who’s life parallel’s yours?

During this photo shoot, we talked with another group of people too. They actually ran up to us when we got out of the truck and started telling us about their near fatal experience with a rock slide. We were not sure of their ethnicity. Although they spoke English, they were very difficult to understand. They explained they were taking photos of the waterfall. One person in their group had climbed up a little on the mountain, trying to get her picture taken near the waterfall, when rocks started falling all around her. She ran as fast as she could across the road to safety. They apparently were very shaken by this experience and ran up to everyone who stopped and shared this story. They also told us they had seen White Mountain goats with horns climbing on the mountains. We looked for them, but never saw them.