Craig and I have run off to celebrate our anniversary in Fairbanks. On the way we passed through Delta Junction, the end of the Alaska Highway. Whew! But of course, the road continues. It's just named Richardson, Parks and Glenn. Sort of a bait and switch. You finish, but you've really just begun.
We did stop at the Delta Junction Visitor Center. We paused for a photo with the end of the road marker, only to be overtaken by the Alaska State Bird. Okay, maybe that's just how it feels to travel 4,500 miles and be at the beginning, again.
We visited the Sullivan Roadhouse and Rika's Roadhouse, two original roadhouses on the Valdez-to-Fairbanks trail. They allow camping at the park associated with the roadhouse so we parked our house-on-the-road there and spent a quiet night thinking about those that went through so much trying to make their fortunes. The remnants of their lives are everywhere. Craig is sure he can get this one started. I'm a little skeptical.
The last thing we came across was the Alyeska Pipeline as it crosses the Tanana River on a cable suspension bridge. The pipeline bridge is so much bigger than the automobile bridge.
We continue to learn about those who discovered the oil reserves and the lengths they have gone to to retrieve it from the earth and transport it to the Port of Valdez.
I can't wait to see more...
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