End of The Highway

On this day, in 1981, one of the greatest things happened.  Preston was born and I am happy to say that when he opened his eyes the first time I was the first thing he saw.

The last 500 miles has been rough but we made it.  Bad roads, cold, rain, and thinking of Preston.

I was just thinking, as I approached Delta Junction, that Preston never traveled the entire Alaska Highway in one trip.  On the way to Anchorage, we turned off at Tok.  On the way back to Austin we started in Delta Junction, but turned off at JCT 37 to go to British Columbia.  Well, he made it all the way today.

I'll begin the final assault tomorrow.