We knew that the "Top of the world Highway" would be our most difficult road to travel. We stayed in Dawson an extra day to make sure we had good weather. We prepared the rig and tow the night before and set our clock for 6AM to assure that we would be in line for the ferry by 7AM. We knew the ferry hours started at 8AM and the ferry would only hold one big rig and a couple of cars. We had seen the line for the ferry and knew it could be hours if we didn't get there early. So we were ready...we got in line at 7AM... behind 14 other big rigs.
We crossed the Yukon River on the ferry at 9AM. It was fun to ride across the river in the motorhome and we were finally on the Top of the World highway. It proved to be everything we had heard; absolutely beautiful mountain ranges that seemd to go on forever. We could see for hundreds of miles and it was incredible.
The road is a different story; pot holes, gravel, ice heaves, washboard, hairpin turns and narrow edges. There were places if we had passed another bus or rig, one of us would have gone over the edge. This was truly a white knuckle day for us both. We were very happy to be down the mountain and into Tok, Alaska. Yes, Alaska! We had finally arrived in Alaska. We were both exhausted and happy the park we stayed in offered dinner and entertainment. They served reindeer chili in a sourdough bowl. (I guess Santa is walking this year) We enjoyed not having to go anywhere and just recovering.
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