Yes, I don’t think people want to hear about the bathroom talk. As Deano always told us in Turkey, “I’ll skip the potty talk”. Lindsay has the tendency to share things that people don’t want to hear.
Yes, we have been in synch in many ways. We don’t need to talk to communicate and were sort of becoming each other. That means I’ve developed Lindsay’s ability to spot wildlife on the road (a moose and two bear) and she has become me … a spaz singalong queen. Lucky her. When she started screaming the lyrics to Redneck Yacht Club I was literally crying. She even did some of my signature hand gestures and general off-key singing. Yep, definitely transforming into me. I put on the singalong songs of all singalong songs… CELINE. We were driving through the Wilderness screaming the lyrics to “It’s All Coming Back to Me Now” at the top of our lungs. Hilarious. Sometimes you just gotta let it out.
I kept driving along the most bumpy road anywhere. We might have gotten air a few times. Lindsay claims I’m speedy Gonzalez…. I tell her someone’s got to make up the time for all the time she wants to stop and take pictures of birds. Plus she drives like a Grandma, not her usual style, but she’s too busy looking for wildlife. So at least I have both eyes on the road. We finally switched drivers, since I’d been driving for almost 9 hours, my butt hurt (had to put my pillow under it), and I was sick of the Yukon roads. Lindsay took over and it smoothed out, typical. I saw a bear’s butt, but Lindsay refused to believe me. Then we saw a “spirit bear”. An almost white bear, just hanging out in a grassy patch on the side of the road eating flowers. We got out with some of the other roadside audience and watched this bear. He looked at us but looked content eating his pretty flowers so we were able to get some great photos. I even got one of him with his hand on his face, almost like he was shy. Between that and the whale jumping picture, we should start working for National Geographic.
We passed Lake Kathleen and got out to take a picture for our favorite Kathleen.We headed further south, into more snowy mountains. Lindsay got out to play in the snow and make snow angels. We passed back through Alaska, where the border guy asked us if what kind of trouble we were going to get into? Turns out he’s from Joliet. Small world.
Arrival in Haines. We found the ferry terminal than in search of a place to sleep. We found an RV park and asked if we could camp here, and she said no, but suggested some camp grounds for us. I told her I needed a shower so she pointed us in the direction of the Fort Seward/Chilkoot RV park which had facilities. We found the hotel were we had to check in…rang the bell, and a nice man came and helped us. He gave us the parking pass we needed and some quarters for our showers and was impressed to hear about our adventure. We thanked him and went to find a place to camp.
We found the campground and a spot near the bathroom. Location, location, location. I dropped Lindsay off with the tent and she sent me in search of firewood. I headed a few miles down the road, where we had seen a beach, to collect some driftwood. I felt so authentic..on the beach (first of all, I love the beach), picking up driftwood so we could make a fire. The mountains with a little big of fog around them. Beautiful. Sort of like the Alaska you see in “The Prosopal”. Where is Ryan Reynolds when you need him? Lindsay and I would’ve totally down the “from the window to the wall” dance around the campfire if we had been alone but we had some close neighbors…and we had already made enough people think we were crazy today. I returned back to camp where Lindsay had the tent set up. I finished getting the air mattress and sleeping bags ready while Lindsay got the fire started. No one else had fires, so we’re not sure if they were banned or what but we practiced good fire safety… so don’t worry Smokey, we’re on our way to preventing forest fires. We had hot dogs on somewhat stale buns for dinner, in a legit fire. As we were getting ready to make smores, a little girl named Pearl came wandering to our campsite. She sat and talked with us, and when she began eying our smore fixings, Lindsay told her she could ask her parents and have one if they said yes. At first she said no, that she didn’t want to ask her parents, but when she saw the chocolate and marshmallow she ran down to ask. I’m pretty sure her parents probably thought that we were some child abudctors or something, cause we only saw them pick her up and take her home, as she cried the whole way. Woops, wasn’t trying to make trouble.
We cleaned up and then took showers. Ah best part of the day. I dried my hair. But tragedy has struck and my hair straightener doesn’t appear to be working. This could be problematic. Then off to bed. Lindsay put another tarp over the tent so its more wind proof and darker. Good work Linds.
- B
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