It was a relatively short travel day when speaking in terms of miles. It was not, however, a short travel day when speaking in terms of frost heaves. Holy Hannah! This day revealed the absolute worst frost heaves for the longest stretch that we have encountered this entire trip.

Most of the day’s travels were on Alaska Hwy. 5 between Glenallen and Chicken, Alaska. Yep! There really is a Chicken, Alaska (population 12). And before today is over, I will have a shirt commemorating it!

At one point (mile 32), we ran up on a scary site. We stopped to make sure nobody needed help. Whatever happened here didn’t happen today. The truck had Alaska plates, the radio had been pulled out of it, nobody was in the truck, and it looked as though it may have been stolen, but who knows?!

We are chilling out and will figure out our plan of attack for entering Canada again and making our way up to the Arctic Ocean!

Oh! I almost forgot to include the main attraction in downtown Chicken. 🐔

This one’s for you, Chicken Butt. You know who you are!

I believe as we head up the Dempster Highway we will have less places where we have any signal, but we shall see.

Let the Arctic Ocean part of this journey begin!