Whitehorse, Yukon
July 10th
Most of the rigs we had been seeing were all heading in one
direction….to Alaska. Now as the summer
is getting into full swing, it is difficult to tell whether a rig is heading to
or from Alaska. We are beginning to see
some caravans. These rigs were staying
at our campsite. Pioneer RV in Whitehorse.
At first blush, I thought maybe my Good Sam friends Carol and Steve had
decided to change their plans, but alas, it was an Allegro Bus but not one full
of dog bones for me. Carol always takes
good care of my stomach!! The stickers
in the upper corners announced that they were part of a Fantasy Tour. There were at least 23 in the group…at least
that was the highest sticker number we saw.
This driver failed to negotiate the back turn in the
campground. His first mistake was not
unhooking is tow vehicle. His second
mistake was going behind the light
pole. Yep, he stuffed it into the
bank. And I’m sorry to say, they were
trying to park in the site next to us.
Dad made sure to move his truck WAY out of the way. The Class A driver had to do some jockeying back
and forth to get out of the bank and around the corner. Would you believe he ran his generator the
whole day and most of the night? I guess
he couldn’t handle the 30 amp service???
He never hooked up his water line or sewer, just the 30 amp plug…but
then he ran his generator.
There are other caravans that we passed on the Alaskan
Highway with different stickers. Their caravan number was posted on their mirror in bright orange.
And
then at a rest stop, we saw a couple in a van who were also pulled into the
large parking lot. They had their flashers
on but we didn’t think much of it until the woman approached us and said they
needed gas. Now it wasn’t because there
was a lack of gas pumps. They just forgot to check their gauge and stop for
gas. Dad suggested that they make a sign
so people would know that they were in need of gas.
They had Quebec license plates and a heavy
French accent to go with it. As luck
would have it, on the other side of the road about 100 yards down, a work truck
pulled into a work compound. They had
some gas that they would sell them to get them back on the road again. Dad suggested that they do what we do, even
though there hasn’t been an issue of locating available pumps. We drive on the top of the tank and fill up
when we get down to a half tank. You
just never know if you may wind up in a construction or accident tie up…or
even if the gas station you were desperately counting on was out of fuel or
maybe lost electricity to even pump the fuel.
Why put yourself in that situation when there really is no reason to
drive that close to empty and gamble that the needed fill up will be available?
Granted, sometimes the price is not what you had hoped it would be but if we
are there and it is available, we pump and pay.
Sometimes it is actually higher priced down the road.
I’m just glad to be doing some comfy, smooth sailing up and
down the highways and not running along side a bicycle
wearing out my pads. Can you even picture it? I don’t even think riding in a small cart
being towed behind a bike would be all that comfy either. Thank goodness they don’t expect me to act
like a sled dog!! Don’t even go there. I'm glad they keep the fuel tank full. After all, I’m a 13 year old lady and pulling a truck with 5th wheel would be some kind of load!!
Hickory
…..on the road again
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