Eureka, we made Alaska. But, the entrance into Alaska was a bit harry in that the last two miles or so was thick fog but luckily the dirt roadbed was hard enough that there was a symbolence of a middle line. Julie, out on point, was crawling, feeling her way along with the other three rigs following her tail lights. On the top of a mountain, no guard rails, wet dirt road - it was the scariest two miles she has ever driven.

When they crested the hill the fog was gone and the border house was there. What a sigh of relief by all.