In our previous life when we carried our belongings on our shoulders and hiked, we always headed away from the beaten path. So when we finally hit the road to Alaska as RVers, it was a given that our preferred places to stay would be far away from people and hookups.
We found this great, free camping spot along Kluane Lake thanks to the directory. It’s not listed on the internet, and it won’t be as long as I can help it. Although hundreds of RVers to Alaska pass it every day during the high season, hardly anyone camps overnight here.
You can’t see it from the highway. And once you get there, it’s a little creepy.
But the scenery! If you can get past the eerie signs left from a bygone era, it’s pretty spectacular.
Our only company for the night were abandoned fishing boats. Maybe a few ghosts, but they left us alone. In the morning we awoke to the songs of wolves far off in the distance. Their chorus was so beautiful, even Wyatt didn’t bark.
With no cellular service for a hundred miles and only our RV Datasat 840 connecting us with the world, it was the highest high of our northerly journey. The next day, we woke up feeling like we had finally started to accomplish our longtime goal of exploring the north country. It felt real.
If only we knew that a few hours later, the worst day of our life as full-time RVers lay ahead on the open road.
In this lifestyle, all you can do is prepare for the worst and hope for the best. On this fateful morning when the bear crossed our paths, we put all ten years of our accumulated wisdom into practice just one hour later.