As we crossed into Canada, we stopped at the boundary line ... at one point, Brooke's butt-crack was the boundary, half of her was in the U.S. and half was in Canada. From here we had to face the worst part of the Alcan highway, about 100 miles of serious potholes and gravel road. We really had a good time on the road camping out along the Alcan.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
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