Mountains, mountains, mountains !!

After we left fish camp on the Copper River, we got into some of the most beautiful country that surely must exist.  But then, we say that with every region we see; every mountain range we drive through and every little, quaint town we visit, I long to live there.

There is a place in the Yukon named the Wrangell-St. Elias National Preserve.  There, the mountains are the highest in Canada and even a peak that is higher than Mt. Whitney.  That’s what they tell us.  We don’t question; we just enjoy.

Mt. Sanford is 16,237 feet high while it’s very close neighbor, Mt. Drum, is 12,010 elevation.

Mt. Churchill is 15,638; Bear Mountain is 14,831, Mt. Wrangell is 14,163, Mt. Blackburn is 16,390 and Mt. Bona is 16,421.  Whew!  Them’s some mighty tall mountains!

We traveled the first day and made it back into the Yukon.

And true to the Alaska Highway rule:

Being so far from anywhere, we decided to change the flat on the 5th-wheel ourselves, when a nice man and his wife who were eating lunch in their motorhome in the pull-out, came over when they saw us getting the trailer blocked and ready to loosen the lug nuts and jack it up.  He offered to help and I sure wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.  (will someone tell me where that saying started out?)  The fella did the thinker stuff and I did the grunt work and together we got it changed.  Sure glad I bought an extra spare for the trailer.  Connie said:  “why change it?  It’s only flat on one side”.  I just smiled at her.

Kluane Lake, pronounced Klu.an.aey is a beautiful, large lake whose color is just amazing.  Must have something to do with the material on the bottom of the lake that reflects along with the fact that there is also glacial run-off coming in.  It is also the largest lake in the Yukon.

Next posting, we should be in British Columbia, leaving the Yukon Territory behind and a little closer to home.  We see a vehicle pulling a small trailer, with a couple of kids and what looks like everything the family owns in plastic containers piled high on top of the pick-up rack.  We passed them a couple of times and then they catch up down the road.  On one window they have written:  “Arizona or Bust!  Alaska, we will miss you”.  Connie and I miss Alaska already.  I told her son Brian that I wanted to stay in Alaska and he said, “bring my mother home and then you can go back”.