“Whew!” we all say in unison. “We have done some traveling since our last post.” Mabel has decided she will write the first in a series of posts about the last few weeks.
MABEL: All I can is “I survived.” I rolled over 460 miles of dirt, gravel, pebbles, tar based gravel, rocks, pot holes, washboard, six-foot-built-up ‘cuz of permafrost, no guard rails, narrow, emergency airstrips occasionally, one gas station only and you-better-have-your-pocket-book-read ‘cuz this-guy-knows-he-has-the-only-service-staton-on-the-road.. Oh, and then I got to do it again going back because the road dead-ends at the Arctic Ocean!