Climb on board a Boeing 737... no, let's just call it a Boeing Season Transporter, and you can go from early Fall to mid Winter without even getting up for a potty break. Okay... so maybe just one potty break. The point is, it's Winter here in Anchorage. And since it was Summer in Boise just a couple of weeks ago, it was quite the toggle when I got off our transporter and suddenly found myself wishing I hadn't left my parka in my checked luggage. Especially since my checked bag decided not to make the connection in Seattle and wasn't even in Anchorage yet.
After leaving the security zone, Mike and I rounded the corner to baggage claim, and there, standing at the end of a short line of friends and family awaiting arriving passengers, was brother Moke. In his hands, a sign which read "ADSITT". As if he were a paid driver awaiting some unknown VIPs to whisk them away to their Penthouse, or igloo or wherever VIPs get whisked away to here in the great white north. Maybe to Sara Palin's house to look at Russia. My delinquent baggage was on the next inbound transport so we waited around the baggage claim for it, then headed off for a very nice dinner at Glacier Brewhouse.
Wait. This is cracking me up and I have to tell you about it. I'm sitting here in the hotel, Mike's sound asleep on the hide-a-bed to my right and Mark is working on his new GPS Navigator to my left. He keeps reading the instructions but very time he hits a button a sexy female voice shouts out things like "After 300 meters, you have reached your destination". Then he shouts back at it. Can't believe Mike can sleep through this.
... must sleep...

Day two:
We left Anchorage and headed east an hour before the sun began to reveal the horizon in front of us. So far we seen a couple dozen Caribou, lots of snow, lots of mountains and lots of sun. It's cold and the road is covered with compact snow, but so far the trip is going great. We're now a few miles this side of Tok. The traffic is minimal, in fact we only see one car every hour or so, and it's the same car. I'm betting there will be even less traffic once we get into the Yukon. So far Mark's done all the driving which is okay with me since I get to sit in the back with my legs stretched out between the front seats recliner style. Not a bad way to travel. The GPS says we'll be rolling into Whitehorse sometime after midnight, but Mark thinks it'll be more like 8:00pm. I'm betting it's somewhere between.

Made it to Whitehorse! 11:25 (13.5 hours).