We’d nearly done it. We’d nearly made the entire trip without any of the calamities trips to Alaska are famous for: flat tires, busted windshields.
The morning we woke up in Burwash Landing, Yukon, we discovered what looked like a crack in the windshield. Dagnabbit! And we were so close to a perfect trip. We grumbled and groused, and hoped that what looked like a scratch wouldn’t splinter and grow, wouldn’t become a massive spider crack that would require fixing before we got someplace where it wouldn’t cost us half again the cost of the rig to fix.
We took deep breaths, and tried to enjoy the scenery…
…even spotting some Dall Sheep far up a mountainside (Sheep Mountain, of course…) in the Yukon Territory: (yep, white specks to the camera’s eye…):
…and then, about five miles outside of Whitehorse, BOOM!
I jumped up to check the interior of the RV to see if something had suddenly fallen while Bob pulled the rig off to the side of the highway.
Our luck had run out for the second time that day.
Well, if you’re going to have a tire blowout in the Yukon Territory, there’s no better place than Whitehorse. Bob walked the quarter mile or so to the nearest house where a very friendly woman let him make a call to our Good Sam Roadside Assistance service and arrange for someone to come and change the tire.
We unloaded the back storage compartment while we waited. Before long the serviceman had the rig jacked and the tire changed:
We’d replaced all the tires before heading on this trip (yes, this was an almost-new tire) and Bob had saved (and packed for this trip) the best of the previous set, so we had two spares with us the entire time. At the tire store in Whitehorse they changed the rim to the best of the two spares and we tossed the bad tire in the back of the truck.
While we were there, our telephone-lending friend (I think her name was Gisella) stopped by to make sure we were being taken care of and see if she could do anything else for us. We’d heard how helpful people Up North can be and were grateful for Gisella and the others who were there for us. Though they weren’t riding white horses, they could have been!
PS: And that windshield crack? I was cleaning in the inside of the windshield one day and Voila! It wiped right off. Lucky us!