It's never too late...

Ok so now that we have been in Alaska for a week, are settled into our house, have all of our appliances and internet. I feel I should write a little about our "adventure"

Well an adventure it was we were on the road for 8 days, 7 nights. 1 1/2 of those days were spent waiting on car repairs, 5 of those days required car repairs so only the last three days went as planned. We got lucky and had fantastic weather except for about 50 miles inside the Alaskan border. Considering all of the car problems (some major, some minor, and will be recounted for as I go) we made great time, and both swear we will NEVER do it again. We are disappointed and feel a little ripped off that we had to do it in the winter the first time. I'm positive that it would be incredible in the summer. Pictures are few as we started and stopped in the dark, most of what I do have are through the car windshield.

That said, we are thrilled to be here. We love the house, though the drive to Anchorage for Mike every day will take some getting used to. Hamilton is liking the cold and Lilly has become quite the little snow bunny. She spends a lot of time in her little snow suit and her new hat with ear flaps attached.

(I'm starting from the beginning)

The second first day of our trip went very well, we left Nellis on the 14th of January, 8 days after we had planned. Alan and Lauri followed and we made it to Idaho Falls Idaho just fine.

Mile 99 north of Vegas, we only made it to 97 the first go round !!!
Hamilton nice and cozy with Lilly

We stopped for the night, got up early the next morning and headed to Butte Montana, stopped there for breakfast, got the trailer lights fixed sent Alan and Lauri on their way and stopped to get some oil change stuff and both noticed a funny clanking sound when we parked. I had heard it a few times but I don't usually say much as I assume that he hears it all and if he's not worried why should I be. Well he's concerned and I guess hadn't noticed it before. He takes a look and notices that the nut the holds the ball for the hitch is about three threads from falliing off. Not good, disaster averted and I get a very nice lecture of "if you hear something, tell me" Point taken!

Sunrise on our way to Butte

Mike fixing the hitch
On the way to Lethbridge
The place we stopped to get the lights fixed, what a name huh?
another scenery shot (I have lots of these)

So supplies picked up, hitch fixed, gassed up on we go. Into Canada, all is well. An off the cuff remark of how glad we are that the excitement is over and all of the sudden the truck stops, no engine power, nothing happens when he pushes the pedal... (this story is recounted in a former blog post) That problem got fixed, it was major in that it cost us 2 nights in a hotel and a taxi ride and repair shop fees but the problem itself was minor. So the morning of the 17th we were on the road again. Nervous but on the road. Maybe I will write about that tomorrow.

Cold, bleak, and windy as all get it, shortly after this we broke down and life got a little more exciting and the reality of what we were doing really started to sink in.