The Lower 48 – the road to Yellowstone

We left Seattle just after 8pm, bunked down for the night drive in our sleeping bags and were whisked eastwards. I think. I remember staggering out of the bus in my pyjamas at about 5.30 at Missoula, Montana, to visit a ‘restroom’ in a filling station. Then back to sleeping bag and another sleep untilContinue reading “The Lower 48 – the road to Yellowstone”

North Pole, Chicken and the Top of the World

To go from the sublime of peaceful Chena Springs to the ridiculous, we stopped at The North Pole. Mmmm. A guy called Con (!) Miller who had already developed a reputation for playing Santa Claus to the Native children in Alaskan villages, moved his store from Fairbanks and renamed it Santa Claus House – atContinue reading “North Pole, Chicken and the Top of the World”