Living on Johnsonville Cheddar Dogs and paying up to $7.15 a gallon for gasoline, we eked our way through BC and The Yukon to arrive in Alaska on the sixth day. My windshield took a beating. I caught a few grayling in this stream where we camped for the night. We ate two of them right out of the fire. We're in Valdez at the moment, catching pink salmon and getting ready to take Big Daddy to the airport in Anchorage. He's going to Cheyenne Frontier Days, 102 degrees or heat, screaming kids, and the sort of Country Music that makes you want to drink 15 bud lites in a row. My favorite town on the Al-Can Highway was Haines Junction, in YT.