Drive to Alaska

September 15, 2009 at 1:41 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | 3 Comments

Well this post has been a long time coming. I don’t want to overload one post and write an entire novel (which I’ve of course been known to do), but there are SO many new things to write about. I haven’t written anything in what seems like forever because so many things have been going on. Perhaps a list is in order:

1 ) set off on our journey to Alaska around noon on June 23rd (J’s birthday)

2 ) drove 18 hours straight to Canadian border

3 ) found out J can’t cross Canadian border

4 ) went into survival mode to figure out a plan

5 ) after much stress, tears, and exhaustion (see: line 2) formulated a plan

6 ) flew J’s cousin into Seattle, flew J to Alaska

7 ) set off w/ J’s cousin to the Canadian border

8 ) dealt with the border’s crap for an hour or so and finally got through

9 ) got extremely frustrated w/ J’s cousin for being such a pansy on the drive

10 ) Sadie got sick in Canada, had to take her to the vet, lost a day and a half

11 ) got meds and IV fluids from vet to administer myself, set off further into Canada

12 ) told J’s cousin we were driving 18 hours a day at least otherwise I’d leave him behind (man up!)

13 ) only slept about 4 hours a night, if that (curled up in the front seat of the U-Haul mind you)

14 ) finally crossed the border into Alaska at about 4am June 29th

15 ) slept in Toke, AK for a few hours, and headed along on our journey, so close to home!

16 ) drove, drove, and drove some more (about 14 hours)

17 ) FINALLY arrived in Kenai at 10:30pm, so good to be home

As you can see, we hit every single bump, bruise, and road block along the way. It was a horrific trip and it wasn’t the amazing adventure I had hoped for. J was here in Alaska, anxiously waiting for us to get here the entire time. It drove him crazy that he wasn’t there to help me and be with me along the way. When Sadie got sick I think it was the straw the broke the camel’s back. He was just so frustrated and fed up with everything that was going wrong and not being able to help me and be there for me was killing him. Not to mention how irritated we both were with his cousin, but that’s a whole different issue, I’ll leave that one alone for now.

To give you a better, literal picture in your head: I drove the 17 foot UHaul with my car hooked to the back, while J’s cousin drove J’s truck with our boat and trailer hooked to it (the boat packed to the brim, as J likes to say, “It was so packed you couldn’t even squeeze a popcorn fart into it.” I know, he’s great with words, right?”). Meanwhile Sadie was in her dog house, which was in the back of J’s truck, under the camper shell and Brody rode in the UHaul with me.

Brody has this odd obsession while riding in the car. (Dachshunds are burrowers and like any tight, close space.) When we get into my car he immediately jumps in the back and climbs under the seat, yes you read that right UNDER the seat, which is all of 4 inches from the floor. Thus, while in the UHaul he managed to squeeze himself into every little nook and cranny available, even getting stuck under one of the seats at one point. I had to slyly maneuver him our without crushing his little body, listening to him cry and whine while I tried to move him was horrible, he even peed he was so scared.

Also, if you didn’t pick up on it, I was giving Sadie her IV fluids and medications for the remainder of the trip after we left the vet. I was completely comfortable with it and I know Sadie didn’t mind either, she’s very trusting of me. So every couple of hours not only did we have to stop for doggie pee breaks, but I also had to play doctor, which to be honest was kind of fun. After all it was what I wanted to be when I grew up, until I realized it took 10 years of school and I’d have to be the one responsible for putting people’s pets down.

In the end, both the dogs and I got here in one piece. It was a hellish journey, but we’re SO incredibly glad to be here. Amazing things haven taken place since our decision to move here, more of which to come in further posts.

Sidenote: I won’t be driving the Alcan any time soon (unless my bff decides to move here, crossing my fingers), but I would definitely like to do it one day when I can take the time to stop and enjoy everything and most importantly have a comfortable place to sleep. No disrespect to the front of the UHaul, but my body felt like it aged 50 years after that week. I do think that everyone should drive that at least once in their life, it’s a once in a lifetime drive. Fortunately for J, he drove it with his grandma and grandpa when he was younger, so he’s experienced it before.

These are some of the animals we saw on our drive (and these were strictly animals in view while driving):

1) a moose (which J’s cousin initially thought was a donkey, come on! really?)

2) a fox (sitting on the k-rail in the middle of the highway)

3) a bear (eating sedge 2 feet from the road)

4) a beaver (crossing the highway)

5) lots of caribou

6) a few bison

Oh and I can’t believe that I’m actually admitting this (to the 2 of you who actually read my blog), but I gained 10 pounds during the trip here! I couldn’t believe it when I got on the scale. All the stress, fast food, and lack of sleep seriously came back to bite me in the ass (or cling to my ass rather). Mission Impossible: get my flabby butt into shape!

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  1. Yay an update. Wow sounds like quite the trip– made even more stressful that J couldn’t cross the border. Thats crazy! Did you have to have passports and things like that? I wouldn’t think about something like that all. I am glad that you made it there safe and sound. Sounds like an adventure of a lifetime!

    • You do have to have a passport now. Since 9/11 they’ve really cracked down. You can’t get across if you’ve ever had a DUI or been arrested or any of that, it’s bull!!

  2. Wow! Hadn’t heard of you in like WEEKS. So glad you got to Alaska safely! 🙂


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