Alaska Story Continued

At one point, we started noticing that the road looked newly churned up, but passable, and we kept going. It took us awhile, driving by old rotting dredges, tumbled down cabins, and more gravel road. We came to a junction that indicated that we could keep driving East, or go North to Eagle. Eagle is a native town on the Yukon River. Actually, I think there was only a sign that pointed to Eagle.

Well, I actually got out the Atlas and can sound more knowledgeable now. We were on the Taylor Hwy from Tok to the Eagle cutoff, and then on Top of the World Hwy to the border with the Yukon Territory. The next landfall was Action Jackson's, and a landing strip. Then three miles up the road was the border and our cabin for the summer. There were three cabins, two in the U.S. and one in Canada. The other cabin in the U.S. was for the immigration officer. We unpacked, and examined our surroundings. The Canadian was not there yet, nor was the IO. We checked out our facilities which consisted of a propane tank, a chemical toilet in the bathroom, and a water tank. The tank was empty, but there were big plastic water containers that we could fill. I will continue this soon, but have to go get dinner going, which consists of popcorn. TBC