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trol gate of the Alcan during and just after World War II, the Blueberry checkpoint where
the Mountie waved my dad and Mac through in their Lincoln Zephyr in 1947.
We got into Fort Nelson at 8:10 p.m., only it was really 7:10 p.m. because we changed
time zones when we crossed from Alberta into British Columbia. We met a couple of
bikers from Washington state who were making the loop from Prince Rupert to Edmonton
to Watson Lake and back down the Cassiar Highway to Prince Rupert and the ferry back
home, about 2,500 miles. “Just for fun,” they told us.
We ate heartily of Alberta steak, called Sharyn's husband to brag about our day, and fell
face forward onto our beds. 615.5 miles. I'll tell you why next month.
