Author: jason

We drove from the Arctic Circle to Baja, Mexico (and then to Colorado) without writing a single word about it

We stopped short of Dawson City to camp on the Yukon River. Back in the land of free firewood and

After a week of rain, the McCarthy road was a mess. The potholes seemed to have doubled in depth. We

It turns out that the people that make crampons make them in children’s sizes (micro-spikes). Kids need to climb glaciers

It finally came time to drop off Bob for a shuttle back to Anchorage. There are a few of these