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We decided to take a "virtual vacation" around here, since a real one seems impossible with our crazy schedules. We invited our authors to share their fun with us. This week, and part of next, we're sharing some of their favorite road trips. Have you ever taken a road trip? Share one with us in the comments, and you could win a prize!
Today, we welcome one of our newest authors, Deborah Dee Harper. We're publishing her delightful Road's End Series - Book One will be released later this year, so stay tuned!
My Favorite Road Trip
by Deborah Dee Harper
During
the summer of 2008, we (my daughter Darice, her husband Ron, and I)
transitioned from Columbus Air Force Base in Mississippi to Elmendorf Air Force
Base in Anchorage, Alaska. While the military moved us, we still had a lot to
carry ourselves. It could take weeks for our belongings to arrive as nothing
arrives quickly in Alaska, except maybe winter. In addition to what we carried,
though, we had three cats, a dog, and a rabbit, along with their food, litter
box, medicines, toys, and bedding. It took a lot of planning, but we managed to
wedge ourselves and our furry ones into the Ford Explorer and headed out.
There’s
no short way to get to Alaska from
anywhere in the world, with the possible exception of parts of Russia. Because
we had to get our second car up there (the first was shipped), we had to drive.
That meant a 4,216.5-mile trip (but who’s counting?) with five animals in
various stages of car sickness, terror, or digestive upset, and three adults wedged
in like pieces of a puzzle. This lasted until we reached Denver. There my
daughter decided to fly with the rabbit for the remainder of the trip (at this
point we knew the rabbit would never survive the journey) to stay with a friend
until Ron and I and the rest of the fur-bearers arrived.
Our
route took us through several states once we left Mississippi—Tennessee,
Arkansas, Missouri, Colorado, Nebraska, Montana, Idaho, Wyoming, and
Washington, where we entered Canada’s British Columbia. Once in Canada, we traveled
north and westward through towns with colorful names like Cache Creek, Williams
Lake, Prince George, Dawson’s Creek, Fort St. John, Fort St. Nelson, Watkin’s
Lake, Whitehorse, Haine’s Junction, and Beaver Creek.
Once
we reached Dawson’s Creek, we began our journey on the famed ALCAN
(Alaska-Canada) Highway. The ALCAN was built during World War II and eventually
connected Alaska to the rest of the United States through Canada. At one time
it ran about 1,700 miles in length, but by straightening the road at several
points during the last sixty years of continual road construction (yes, it
isn’t found only in the U.S.), it is now a mere 1,387 miles long. I hear it’s
now paved completely, but when we traveled it, we ran across several long patches
of gravel highway with nothing to see but majestic mountains, glaciers, crystalline
lakes, moose, eagles, and forests comprised of what must be billions of spruce
trees. Because we couldn’t travel quickly on the gravel, we were forced to
drive at a snail’s pace and do nothing but revel in God’s creation.
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Striking a “vastly-superior to mere humans pose,” this eagle was just one
of many we encountered while on the Alaska-Canadian (ALCAN) Highway. |
Efficient?
No. Inconvenient? A bit. Glorious? Without a doubt.
Although
accommodations along the ALCAN Highway were, at that time, always somewhat...
shall we say, shabby?, we survived. Of course, we had to sneak in our animals
most nights since they didn’t always allow pets in the rooms. Ironically, we wouldn’t
let our animals sleep in those
conditions any other time, but since we
were, we had no choice. Our only real complaint, though, was that the cell
phone signal ranged from abysmal to non-existent. We tried to call my daughter
at each stop, but to no avail. We had no idea what that would mean by the end
of the trip.
We
finally arrived in Beaver Creek, our last stop on the journey, having crossed
over into the famed Yukon Territory earlier. Although we’d made reservations,
something went awry, and we found ourselves with no place to sleep. We decided to
try the last place on earth we wanted to spend the night—a cobbled-together
conglomeration of 1940s construction trailers converted into motel rooms. It
was either that or take our chances alongside the highway with who-knows-who
(or what) roaming around in the dark. Besides, we had the three cats and a dog
to consider. There was one room (and I say “room” with a shudder) left. We took
it. It was sub-par by slum standards, but we had no choice.
That
night after we turned out the light and said good night to one another and the
dark Canadian night settled around us, I heard Ron, with his back to me in the
other bed say, “You know we’re going to die, don’t you?”
“Yep,”
I said. “Nice knowing you, Ron.”
We
awoke (surprised as all get-out) the following morning, packed up our brood of
(by then) very angry animals and headed for the Canadian-Alaskan border. Once
there, we pulled up to the guard, a Royal Canadian Mountie, and gave him our
identification. He looked at us, and said, “Ackerson?” Ron nodded. “You know
we’ve been looking for you, right?”
“Who
do you mean by ‘us’?” Ron said. “And why would anyone be looking for us?”
Immediately, flashes of our sneaking contraband animals in our rooms each night
passed through my mind. I imagined years of imprisonment. If their motel rooms
were that bad, what would jail cells look like?
“Us,”
the man said, pointing to his uniform. “The Royal Canadian Mounted Police. Your
wife says you haven’t called her in four days. She called us and we’ve been
searching for you since then.”
It
goes without saying our reunion in Anchorage wasn’t as warm and friendly as I’d
hoped. Four days of thinking your husband, mother, and four pets were lying in
ditches along the highway, dead and probably being eaten by wolves and other
assorted wildlife, makes a person cranky when they run across said people and
pets alive and well.
Eventually,
Darice spoke to us again and we can talk about it, seven years later, with only
one or two small arguments erupting. Take my advice: if you travel the ALCAN
Highway, with or without animals, time it so you don’t have to stay at Beaver
Creek’s version of the Stanley Hotel, and for crying out loud, buy a satellite
phone.
******
Deborah
Dee Harper now writes from Murfreesboro, Tennessee, where she lives with her
daughter (who is now speaking to her), her glad-to-be-alive son-in-law, Ron,
and their adorable daughter, three-year-old Molly. Just one of the five animals
who took the trip to Alaska with her is still alive, but we’re pretty sure
their eventual deaths had nothing to do with the trip to Alaska.
Deb has another
daughter, son-in-law, and three grandsons in Kentucky, and a son,
daughter-in-law, and two grandsons in Michigan. In addition to writing, she
enjoys being a child of Christ, visiting her loved ones, herb gardening,
reading, astronomy, and photography.
Her
Road’s End series will be published soon by Write Integrity Press, and her
children’s adventure series, Laramie on
the Lam, which includes the story of a trip along the ALCAN Highway, is
slated for re-release in four separate books. It’s available now in print
compilation of all six installments.
She
writes three blogs:
Did someone say PRIZES? Yes, for the next two months, we're going to be giving away a variety of books and other goodies.
Leave a relevant comment on a blog post, and you'll be entered to win. What do we mean by relevant? If we ask a question in the blog post, answer it. If we don't ask a question, just comment on something you read in the post.
Today's question is: Have you ever taken a road trip? Share one with us in the comments, and you could win a prize!
Deborah Dee is providing one of the giveaways - a copy of her book Laramie on the Lam.
More for the Journey:
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Friday, June 19
Thursday, June 18
Wednesday, June 17
Deborah Dee Harper writes from Murfreesboro, Tennessee, and specializes in humorous, inspirational Christian books for both children and adults. Her novel, Misstep, is the first book in her Road’s End series for adults (although children are welcome to read them as well). She’s also written a children’s adventure series, Laramie on the Lam, that is inspirational, humorous, and full of fun. (Many of Laramie’s fans are adults!)
