Next week my hubby and I set out on a grand adventure. We’re hitting one of those bucket-list items of a driving/camping trip to Alaska. Of course I’m past the age or desire to live off the land and sleep under the stars (I mean really…they say the mosquitoes in Alaska are huge!). So we’re taking a motorhome and trekking over 8000 miles in 5 weeks or less. I hope to keep a journal on my blog during the trip. Depends on internet connection!
This trip reminds me of a story… My uncle decided back in the 1950’s to move his family to Alaska. It was a land of opportunity at the time and there wasn’t much for him here in Arkansas, so he loaded his family in his pickup with a camper on the back and piled everything he could fit into the camper. All their worldly goods (I’m imagining the Beverly Hillbillies). Back then the roads weren’t what they are today and the wilderness was still wild. They stopped somewhere in Canada for the night. Ma and Pa (because it fits) slept in the cab and the kids slept in the camper amongst their possessions. In the middle of the night the vehicle rocked violently. Then rocked again. My uncle peered out the window at a huge bear playing with the truck like it was a toy. Now I’m imagining the screams and the fear of those inside. The bear couldn’t open the “can” for the food inside and finally lumbered off to feast on berries. Don’t worry, they all survived and went on to live long lives in Alaska.
So I have this story in my head and I’m looking forward to “experiencing” the rugged wilderness from the comfort of my motorhome. I’ll be sure not to feed the wildlife or tempt them with a tasty human treat. And I’ll remember that I only have to run faster than my husband…
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