Tuesday, May 17th.  Rainy day.  Views would have been great in sunshine.  They’re not half bad even in clouds, but don’t translate well in pictures.  Drove through mining town with nice display of old equipment.

Rough road in spots, perfect road in others.  No rhyme or reason (seconded by a local construction worker).  One construction site with muddy bypass; slippery!  Tok hotel manager (Golden Bear Motel again) said a blinding blizzard passed by in the morning.  Roads seem a little more crowded with RVs.  Season coming to life.

Got about 75 yards from some moose, which is the National Park’s standard safe distance.  The moose apparently agrees, for when I tried to get closer, they departed.

For the next two days I retrace my steps out of Alaska.  Tomorrow I will attempt to reach Whitehorse.  387 miles, including 30 miles of lose gravel (unless things have changed in the past nine days).  It’ll be difficult, but the shorter alternative is reaching Haynes Junction, which didn’t impress me coming west. I get to enter Canada again.  I still don’t have any brass knuckles, so I should be okay.