Heading back to Montana from Alaska, I decided I’ve driven the Alcan enough. I think it’s been 17 or 18 times, including my childhood trips. I’ve never been on the Cassiar, which is the Western route to Alaska…and much less developed. Why not try a new challenge? I found it much like driving the Alcan used to be in the early years, although it’s paved and in some ways an easier drive than parts of today’s Alcan.
But! There are so many miles of no cell service, signs of civilization are few and far between, and I spent two long days feeling pretty alone. Ah, for want of a Tim Horton’s. And when my trusty phone ran out of battery because I wasn’t paying attention, I lost my route guidance. Didn’t really matter, I guess. There’s only the one road. Just keep following it, nitwit!
By the way, I’m trying to find a name for my travel companion. Any ideas? I plan to take her with me for my upcoming travels.
Travels with Billie 
Your little buddy could have the name of your favorite city in Alaska. I thought of Chinook.. doesn’t that mean King as in a friend, Jeff King. Perhaps it’s a female king? Or, the name of a place that is from home to keep with you. 😊