Dodie mentions driving the Alcan highway. My husband and I drove the Alcan from Anchorage down to Houston, Texas in 1955. What a trip! All gravel roads then and, following the Milepost guide (still published, I think) we stopped every other night where we could find a cabin to sleep in--not many around then! We had to stop for over an hour one time to wait for an elk herd to cross the road. Alaska was still a territory then, not yet a state. We lived in Anchorage for three years out on Cook Inlet. The area where our little house was ended up out to sea in the big earthquake in the 1960s. How I loved that place! We camped often on the Kenai pennisula. Truly God's country. I know it has changed a lot in the almost 60 years since we were there, but it must still be beautiful country. Go!