Haines Junction

Been driving parallel to the ever elusive USofA. Another 150 kilometers or so should get us to Beavers Creek, our back door to Alaska.

These outnumber the people we saw for two days by 2 to 1.  They put Houston misquitoes to shame.

But we did find this gentleman, who had found himself a cozy place to pass out beneath a Honeybadger.

And this McCaw named Blues, whose daddy loves her like a son.