It all started in Lake Panosfkee, FL over a few cold ones back in December. The family had gathered at a bass fishing lodge owned by a friend to fellowship in the New Year. My father-in-law and I were talking about road trips. In his 68 years he has been on quite a few. I shared my dream of making it all the way to Prudhoe Bay. In fact, my Dad and I always wanted to do that trip together. Dad passed away in 2011, so the mission was not complete, and in fact, never started.
After some more musing, he said he wanted to make that trip with me. Of course I was all in. On the drive back to NC, much to my surprise, my wife endorsed the idea and thought it would actually fit nicely in the schedule. School would be out in early June and we could make the trip and meet her, our three kids, and the rest of the family at their annual family reunion in Shreveport, LA. North Carolina to Alaska and back, via Shreveport. Sure, it could be done. My loving wife thought the trip was perfectly sane, but the crazy part was my willingness to spend that much time with her father! I agreed on both counts and set off planning.
Father-in-law despises air travel, so he could take Amtrak from Hammond, LA to Champaign, IL. I could collect him there, and we would drive as far as we could, and then turn around to be back in Shreveport on June 16. Departure from North Carolina was set for Memorial Day.
We would be driving my 2003 Ford F-150 with a Leer topper and CVT Mt. McKinley rooftop tent. We carried 35 gallons of water, all the cooking equipment needed, and an Indel-B 50L fridge powered by a second battery in a National Luna Power Pack.
About an hour before sunlight on May 30, I kissed the wife and kids goodbye and set off for Illinois. After staying at a state park about 25 miles from Champaign I was able to meet father-in-law at the Amtrak station and we headed north. The first night for the two of us was notable for two things. It was the coldest of the trip with a wicked wind coming across Lake Carlos, MN. Second, it was my 68-year old father-in-law’s first experience climbing in and out of a roof top tent. After getting the hang of it, I was relieved he could handle the ladder and the tent could handle is 6’4” frame.
The miles rolled by as we passed through Fargo and Minot, ND. The border crossing at North Portal into Saskatchewan was uneventful. A night in the very small hamlet of Aylesbury, SK was pleasant as well as the push on into Alberta.
I’m an agricultural guy and my father-in-law is retired from the oil industry. The result is we had plenty to talk about in Saskatchewan and Alberta. The size and scope of the wheat fields of the prairie is hard to describe until you see it. The economy looks to be propped up by agriculture and oil and gas throughout the region. It may not be exciting to some, but for the two of us, it was oddly familiar yet altogether new and strange.
Whitecourt, AB was the jumping off place for the Alaskan Highway. Like many nights, our campsite was either in a provincial park or an RV park. The showers were nice but the real reason came from one of many hilarious quotes from the father-in-law. When I asked if he wanted to wild camp, his reply was “I think it’s better if the bears have choices.” It was hard to argue with the logic.
After some more musing, he said he wanted to make that trip with me. Of course I was all in. On the drive back to NC, much to my surprise, my wife endorsed the idea and thought it would actually fit nicely in the schedule. School would be out in early June and we could make the trip and meet her, our three kids, and the rest of the family at their annual family reunion in Shreveport, LA. North Carolina to Alaska and back, via Shreveport. Sure, it could be done. My loving wife thought the trip was perfectly sane, but the crazy part was my willingness to spend that much time with her father! I agreed on both counts and set off planning.
Father-in-law despises air travel, so he could take Amtrak from Hammond, LA to Champaign, IL. I could collect him there, and we would drive as far as we could, and then turn around to be back in Shreveport on June 16. Departure from North Carolina was set for Memorial Day.
We would be driving my 2003 Ford F-150 with a Leer topper and CVT Mt. McKinley rooftop tent. We carried 35 gallons of water, all the cooking equipment needed, and an Indel-B 50L fridge powered by a second battery in a National Luna Power Pack.
About an hour before sunlight on May 30, I kissed the wife and kids goodbye and set off for Illinois. After staying at a state park about 25 miles from Champaign I was able to meet father-in-law at the Amtrak station and we headed north. The first night for the two of us was notable for two things. It was the coldest of the trip with a wicked wind coming across Lake Carlos, MN. Second, it was my 68-year old father-in-law’s first experience climbing in and out of a roof top tent. After getting the hang of it, I was relieved he could handle the ladder and the tent could handle is 6’4” frame.
The miles rolled by as we passed through Fargo and Minot, ND. The border crossing at North Portal into Saskatchewan was uneventful. A night in the very small hamlet of Aylesbury, SK was pleasant as well as the push on into Alberta.
I’m an agricultural guy and my father-in-law is retired from the oil industry. The result is we had plenty to talk about in Saskatchewan and Alberta. The size and scope of the wheat fields of the prairie is hard to describe until you see it. The economy looks to be propped up by agriculture and oil and gas throughout the region. It may not be exciting to some, but for the two of us, it was oddly familiar yet altogether new and strange.
Whitecourt, AB was the jumping off place for the Alaskan Highway. Like many nights, our campsite was either in a provincial park or an RV park. The showers were nice but the real reason came from one of many hilarious quotes from the father-in-law. When I asked if he wanted to wild camp, his reply was “I think it’s better if the bears have choices.” It was hard to argue with the logic.