When you get to a fork in the road, take it.

July 7th, Dawson City, we've just returned from the arctic circle. It took us 7 days to drive the Dempster highway south from Inuvik. Real slow. Now we’ve made the decision that we're no longer driving further south, as initially planned, through the southern Yukon, BC and to the Panhandle. No longer going to draw that upside down U (as in U-turn, duh) on the Map. Why? Because 1) life is what happens to you when you're busy making other plans and 2) because too many miles through monotonous boreal forest on the monotony of asphalt for some totem pole replica in Juneau with a billion tourists squeezing like toothpaste out of cruise ships does not appeal to us. Dawson's bad enough - meet Klondike Mickey Mouse. So, double U-turn. We're changing course anew, heading back north, again, on the 'American' side. Back to Chicken, to Tok, then up to Delta Junction and the Alaska range via the Denali Highway. To the Alaskan Tundra. We want dirt, dust and bad roads (like the one in this here photo - on the NWT border). Lousy roads keep you thinking. You drive slow, you see stuff. Plus, we’re addicted to the midnight sun and to the alpine. Because North is where the answers live. Following, a recap of our mad, rollah-coastah re-turn. A woof and a paw, the pack.