More rain and clouds, so I said goodbye to the Chilkat Bald Eagle Preserve and also to Alaska — from this point onwards the path home leads through Canada and eventually back to the lower forty-eight. Despite the fact that I’ve left Alaska it’s not a terribly sad parting – were I a betting man I would wager very heavily that I’ll be visiting again in the not too distant future.
I’m trying to time the driving tomorrow so that I get to Whitehorse right around lunch time. On my last visit I noticed a Pizza Hut that was advertising a lunchtime buffet, and since then I’ve had dreams about pizza on several occasions. If all goes well I should be setting new pizza-consumption world records in another eighteen hours or so — there will be no canned soup for me tomorrow, oh no.