Deadman Lake, in Tetlin National Wildlife Refuge

​I left my blueberry, picking boondock space this morning at about 9 o’clock am. It rained overnight, and it was damp and soggy as I easily managed to leave, back on to the highway. But not until I enjoyed my whipped cream mound topped with native blueberries, and a smidgen of blueberry pie from the Girdwood blueberry festival. Heaven. Along with my morning omelettes, there is no a better way to celebrate the season. I drove for hours, navigating the roads, which are Alaskan pothole, rolly poly, roller coaster roads. Kind of fun, and kind of annoying. The occasional cuss words slipped out of my mouth as I constantly have to scan the roads to see about avoiding these potholes. I think Alaska is the pothole capital of the world. I stopped for lunch in the town of Tok. I made a salad. It’s a familiar sight, as I spent a night here more than two months ago. I filled up with gas, and continued on with the destination towards Deadman’s Lake Campground. The road became increasingly worse as I continue to dodge and straddle the potholes. I was hoping the rain would let up as it was driving, hopeful at one moment with the sun trying to peek out, and the next moment it poured. I arrived at about 4 PM and secured lucky site number 9. I put my awning out a bit to protect my bedside window, as it still leaking. Jo Jo and I walked a bit towards a boardwalk which then took us to the lake, along with placard’s illustrating, the wildlife and native flowers. There are loon here. This is a no fee, campground with donations appreciated. Of course I will leave them some thing, before I leave tomorrow morning. There is no cell reception, and it is tinnitus ringing dead silent. Whoa. Just my speed, and there were many spots to choose from, but I found one nearby the lake. I want to burn my last campfire as bringing wood into Canada is restricted. However, it is still raining and there are mosquitoes, so I have no desire to be eaten or get soggy wet. I will just leave the wood here for the next grateful camper. My plan is to cross into Canada tomorrow. The challenge is at the border regarding food items, and from here to Haines and Skagway and beyond I will be entering and exiting Canada and the United States more than a couple of times. This is a new route going home.















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