On the first day I did 770 km and slept in a tent behind a gas station in Fort Nelson – someone saw a bear nearby (they say that the local ones are more aggressive than those that have been before, and they warn me not to stop along the way). It rained most of the day and was very cold. People said it hadn’t rained like this for decades, and the temperature had taken them by surprise. It felt like someone had put me in the shower and turned the coldest water on full blast – for hours on end. I had a problem charging my phone. I hit the Alaskan Highway 🙂
Mountains, forests, lakes, rivers – beautiful. People – very friendly. Mountain goats have joined the animals to watch out for. I learned to distinguish female moose – it can be much larger than a deer and is dark brown in color. Stations – some don’t have fuel, some are closed, some don’t have service, but only with a card that doesn’t work. I managed to leave my credit card on one of them – but since there is only one road among nothing – a stranger gave it a lift to me – an hour away.
The next day was 950 km and I reached Whitehorse, Yukon. I was received by Father Sławek. I arrived at 2200, but it’s still light here at this time. On the way I had a strong fog, the road was muddy, dusty, a lot of trucks and gravel with holes. I saw a herd of buffalos resting by the road, I met a gentleman who grew up with Poles and offered to make stuffed cabbage if I would return the same route.
I drove into a place where I found signs from Poland (photos below). Unfortunately, the dust and mud caused me problems with the clutch lever.
