There are a lot of interesting things to see on the Alaska Highway, lots of wildlife and plenty of interesting people. There is also an incredible amount of nothingness and then out of the nothing you will see something new, strange or slightly terrifying.
This collection of pictures and descriptions are some of the more interesting things we saw along the road from Calgary to Fairbanks and back again. Most of these images are from the Alaska Highway but there are a few from before or after which are described as so. I will create a future post on the wildlife and scenery but for now lets stick with the more unusual sights.
There are far better sources of history than me but a quick bit of information about the Alaska Highway may add some background to some of these pictures. The Alaska Highway was built during 1942-43 from Dawson Creek, BC to Fairbanks, Alaska by the US Army to keep Alaska supplied and protected from the Japanese during World War 2.
This restaurant claims to have the worlds largest collection of hats. Toad River BC. Also does good chips (french fries).
Signpost forest in Watson Lake. It was quite huge and had signs from all over the world.
When the US built the Alaska Highway, they had to build camps along the way for the men and machines. We visited one such camp that is now a state park. You can still see all sorts of things left behind. These items (mostly cans and bottles) have been in or slightly above the ground since the early 1940’s. Some were in remarkably good shape still.
Another section of the Alaska highway we drove is the original route of the road but it was decided that it was too close to the ocean so too vulnerable to a naval attack. This runs from northern BC to the Yellowhead highway, it is called the Cassiar highway. When we joined it there were forest fire warnings but no closures so we carried on. The smoke got so thick at points that it was hard to breathe. They probably should have closed the road. It made for some amazing skies and views. Scary and sad though.
This man traveled up from Arizona all the way to the Arctic circle with his dog Smacks. Smacks is so called because he smacks his lips when he eats. Very friendly man and dog. This reminds me that I am terrible at remembering peoples names but always remember their dogs name.
This garbage door was damaged by bears trying to get in. We camped right by this.