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Arctic Conditions

3rd January 2011 by Helen

Who’d believe it could be so cold.  We really have been testing the tent and ourselves in arctic conditions here in North America.  With the temperatures being too cold for the thermometer we have only been able to guess at how cold it has been.  Certainly it has been down to at least -25 degrees centigrade (the point where the LCD on the thermometer goes off).

[31st December]  Although we want to head south as quickly as we can to get to where it is a little warmer, we are also hoping to see some of the sights on our list.  So it was that after we left the forest campsite we continued our journey east to pick up some of the key Lewis and Clark sites of interest.

We have also figured that with most of the forestry campsites and roads closed we might as well make use of the rest areas.  We know we can put our tent up at most of them.  Even though there are signs saying no camping our tent is on the roof and not pitched on the ground so we consider we count as an RV and haven’t been challenged on that view.

New Year’s Eve – we found ourselves at a rest area near a town called Anaconda in Montana.  Our plans to defrost and cook some of our food were thwarted by being unable to even get the key into our high security padlock on the back door.  That precluded a short drive into Anaconda, past Opportunity and Wisdom (hmmmm, might be something in that), where we found McDonald’s already closed but the discount supermarket Alberstons open, enabling us to feast on sourdough bread, ham and cheese, and one of Paul’s favourites, a large box of doughnuts.

Knowing the tent was already full of ice from the forest neither of us had the heart to tackle putting it up again and settled into our arctic sleeping bags for a cab sleep.  We’ve got quite practiced at this over the last few months since leaving the UK.  Paul likes to be completely snug in his sleeping bag, fully zipped to the neck.  I tuck my feet in the bottom of my bag, zip it up as far as the seat to stop the draft coming up from the floor, and then use the rest as a duvet.  That gives me much more room to fidget around, flap the cover open if it gets a bit warm (not much chance of that on these nights), and use the hood to completely cover my head and so keep out the noise and light pollution.

[1st January] Engine wouldn’t start again this morning.  This time the fly spray trick didn’t work.  So especial thanks to Emerson and Tammy who stopped and helped us out with a jump start. 

checking out the bank in the ghost town of Pony in Montana - not going to get much fundraising done here

checking out the bank in the ghost town of Pony in Montana - not going to get much fundraising done here

Montana 'cowboy country'

Montana 'cowboy country'

Sadly we found the Lewis & Clark Caverns were closed but we stopped at the ghost town of Pony, which is nestled in the foothills of the Tobacco Root Mountains, and posed for photos outside the old bank there.  Although billed as a ghost town, it is still very much occupied with just a few of the old buildings left standing empty.  Further on we passed through both Virginia City and Nevada City ghost towns which appeared much better preserved, whilst still occupied.  There were many more of the old buildings still standing, and although we passed through in the dark it was possible to get a sense of what life might have been like here.

Montana scenery

Montana scenery

A stop at a garage proved the lock on the fuel filler was also frozen shut.  After much application of de-icers it eventually released its grip so we could fill up with fuel and the garage kindly gave us a large cup of almost boiling hot water to defrost the padlock on the back door.  Needless to say, by now we can’t lock pretty much any of the car up!!

We’ve thoroughly enjoyed the Montana scenery, but by tonight we have made it into Idaho for the second time.  It’s not got any warmer and another cab sleep begins with the temperature already dropping below minus 15 degrees centigrade.

[2nd January] – We awake to minus 17 degrees centigrade and an engine that won’t start.  However, today we really must get some charge into our phone and laptops so we can communicate whenever we reach internet access and so, rather bizarrely we spend much of the day sitting in the rest area’s lobby plugged in and charging.  That is, after we had played noughts and crosses in the ice on the inside of the windows.

playing noughts and crosses in the frost in the mornings

playing noughts and crosses in the frost in the mornings

It was here we met Pete & Laura, before we travelled a little further south and camped just outside Salt Lake City, where the next morning [3rd January] we found the temperatures much improved, sufficient for us to put up the tent (in Walmart’s car park), brush out the ice and get the tent and bedding aired for the first time since leaving the forest.  Our problem now is what to do with all that frozen food, which is fast defrosting now we are no longer in freezer conditions!!

Reversing down the Alaska Highway

9th November 2010 by Helen
We joined the Alaska Highway at Delta Junction ready to travel south

We joined the Alaska Highway at Delta Junction ready to travel south

Waking up this morning we cooked up our sausages on our small stove.  Seemed to take forever in the below freezing temperatures.

The campsite is really well catered for in the summer season.  There is a log cabin for public use.  Peering through the windows, we could see a wood stove for heating, a large area set aside for kitchen facilities, big pine table and plenty of seating.  The mezzanine floor is presumably available for sleeping.  We would have loved to have had a look inside but it was already padlocked shut for the winter.  As well as plenty of benches for day campers there were sturdy braziers for BBQs and wood in the wood pile under the porch of the log cabin.  Campers pitch their tents in among the trees.  The launch for the boats is easy to access and runs straight into the lake from the campsite.

We took a short walk around the edge of the campsite looking at all the animal tracks.  Clearly the four-legged hunters had been out and active while we had been asleep.  In amongst the trees was evidence of the squirrels feasting on the pine nuts they’d found.  The surface of the lake itself was rock hard and we could see where fishermen had been down there and drilled holes in the ice to go fishing.  Tyre tracks across parts of the ice suggested the depth of the ice was pretty thick.

Explaining the history of the Alaska Highway

Explaining the history of the Alaska Highway

Sorry to have to rush away we cleared up and headed south again. 

The change in Landy’s plans mean we have to negotiate one of the bureaucratic challenges of travelling again.  In this case it means we have to find an attorney as a matter of urgency to get the power of attorney signed so our US agent can act on our behalf with Customs.  So, we had to stop at the next main town on our route, which was Delta Junction.  No signs to be found anywhere for Lawyers or ‘Notaries’.  The teenagers working in the garage don’t seem to know what an attorney, lawyer or notary is (maybe that’s a good thing, least they won’t already have had to use the services of one in their short lives so far), but they do direct us to the court house who have the power to act as a notary and we got our POA signed.  Then it’s off to the library to get it faxed!!

We hope we don't meet one of these in this manner - not so forgiving as the hind quarters of a horse

We hope we don't meet one of these in this manner - not so forgiving as the hind quarters of a horse

Delta Junction is famed for it being the end of the Alaska Highway, built in just 8 months by the US army in response to security concerns raised by the bombing of Pearl Harbour in 1942.

From there we made good time down through Tok (pronounced like ‘oak’ with a t on the front) and camped just short of the Alaskan-Canadian border.  Temperatures still below freezing day and night (average minus 7 C).

Route: Delta Junction / Tok / camped just short of the Alaskan/Canadian border