It was noon when we crossed the Yukon River on a free ferry out of Dawson City and began the Top of the World Highway to Chicken, Alaska. The first 50 miles or so was packed chip and seal road with a definite periodic washboard effect and a slower tempo. It travels all along the ridgeline and winds from spectacular view to spectacular view. The Canadian side was well maintained with even grades and gravel packed tightly.
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One journeys over the Top of the World and Taylor Highways brought us to Chicken, Alaska. Quirky, goofy, not terribly attractive with a normal perspective but wildly appreciated and welcoming after the drive. Virtually nothing to recommend except the feeling that civilization had been reached.
At one point, the vehicle in front was moving closer and closer to the edge and he followed. As he puts it “not to worry, we have duelies in the back and the inside wheel was handling all the weight”. Yeah. I had just woken – probably to a gasp from her. Let’s say it was hairy. Two large rigs were approaching on the inside lane causing a tight fit on this gravel, patchy, windy, twisty, mountain road.