![]() Al Does The Dempster THE GRAVEL'S ALWAYS SMALLER ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROAD... Page 1/9 In Memory of Stevie (Aug 28, 2001 - Sept 7, 2001) "It's better to burn out than to go stale." ![]() Well of course i had to start off with a pretty picture! First of all, if you're expecting an update full of wacky misadventures, i'm afraid you'll be disappointed. This update is just full of pretty landscapes and flowery-ass commentary. Now, with that disclaimer said... ![]() There comes a point in every trip when you find or do something that makes you think THIS is why i took this trip. It's all been leading up to THIS. Kayaking, flightseeing, man-eating marmots, icecaves - yadda yadda, all just fine and great. Somehow there seemed to be something missing from the trip, although i didn't realize that until i came here. While in Alaska, a little old German man named 'Clem' (he had a Westfalia too) told me about the beauty of the Dempster Highway, a 400-mile stretch of gravel road which leads up to the Canadian arctic. Ignoring my instinct to distrust Germans, i decided to give it a try... ![]() I'm kidding... I love Krauts... and they make GREAT CAMPER-VANS! I fell in love with the highway as soon as i got on it. I couldn't put my finger on it at the time, but there was just something about it that was touching me in places that made me feel very comfortable. ![]() The hills aren't huge like the Alaskan mountains, but that meant i could actually hike (well, scramble) to the top. These green hills would be brown and snow-dusted when i left just 3 weeks later. This pic is a frame from my latest hobby - time lapse photography using a digital camera. ![]() This was the highway really put my van's brakes to the test - not so much because of the potholes, but because i would slam on the brakes every few miles (sometimes every few yards) when one of the countless oddities of this highway would catch my eye. This stream stained everything reddish-orange with either iron or red algae or something... ![]() Shallow areas at the side of the river were filled with infinite variations of these weird veiny pattern of algae.
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