OCT 25, 24 .. PART 1.. THE ALASKA HIGHWAY aka THE ALCAN..

Here we go on a Post (Just Do It says Nike). 

For all you may want to know about The Alaska Highway, or the Alcan, Google and Wikipedia stand ready to help you.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alaska_Highway  

Patti and I have driven The Alcan from start to finish, going North to Alaska and South to British Columbia five or ten or even more times. All years before we had websites. So we have none of our photos to show because they are 35mm film photos and the cost of converting them to digital photos is overwhelmingly costly.

Our guest contributor, Dan 99507 .. 99507 is his Anchorage, Alaska postal zip code .. is driving the Alcan as we write this Post. I am showing the photos Dan has sent to us.

Dan was born and raised in Montana. We three became good friends in 1994 and, along with many others, call him "Montana Dan".

Dan has decided that he wants to "winter" in Montana! 

We will neither comment upon, nor question, his rationale. 

He has purchased a sizeable trailer, which he as "outfitted" to live in, as well as to transport items, which he is towing behind his pickup truck.

A few photos of "Montana Dan's" trailer.

I wish that I had taken some of my own photos before Dan left but Patti and I did not want to get in his way.

Dan is now en route. The two below photos show Dan's pickup truck and the trailer so you can more clearly "visualize" his setup.

Now let's enjoy some Alcan scenery!

The below text messages from Dan says a lot about what he is encountering!

I will sleep in the bunk above the ATV. It's nice and warm in here and I am hooked up to power so I have electricity. My furnace is running nice. 

Now read the second text.

Lights out for me. I spent four hours today driving 90 miles in a white out. I'm wore out and my hands are cramping from squeezing the heck out of my steering wheel. 

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We need to "take a break". This will conclude Part 1 of this series of  Posts about our friend Dan's trip South down THE ALASKA HIGHWAY aka THE ALCAN..

Cap and Patti

OCT 24, 24 .. NORTHERN LIGHTS..

The Cremation of Sam McGee..

There are strange things done in the midnight sun

      By the men who moil for gold;

The Arctic trails have their secret tales

      That would make your blood run cold;

The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,

      But the queerest they ever did see

Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge

      I cremated Sam McGee.

 Robert W. Service 

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Oh My.. Oh My.. 

In the Autumn of 1952, my High School English Teacher, Mrs. Joyce Cowan assigned as homework, the reading The Cremation of Sam McGee. She gave us copies of the poem.

I have to be honest, in general, all of the boys did NOT like Mrs. Cowan because she took her English Class very seriously.

After her class was over, I went to my 10am Hall Patrol Post, on the second floor, on the North side of the High School and began to read the above Robert Service poem.

IF only I could go back in time to 1952, I would go up to Mrs. Cowan and thank her for changing my life forever.

On the spot, as I began to read the above poem, I became addicted to reading Robert Service Poems and I wanted to go some day up to the Canadian Yukon Territory and visit Dawson City where Robert Service lived and wrote his poetry during the early years of his life.

Just in case you are interested, below is a Wikipedia link about him.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_W._Service

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NORTHERN LIGHTS..

We are getting a lot of Northern Lights activity, not only up here in Alaska, but also in the lower 48 states as well!

Thank you so very much Tim McBride, our guest contributor, for sending us the below absolutely amazing photos of the Northern Lights that you snapped in Bay City, Michigan, over the Saginaw Bay.

Tim, in all of my years living in Alaska, never ever one time have I been able to successfully photograph the Northern Lights.

 How about you Gullible?

By The Way, in the poem my name "Cap" is mentioned.

"He turned to me, and Cap says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess; 

And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request."

Cap, Patti and Tim McBride

OCT 23, 24 .. YESTERDAY'S NEWSPAPER.. aka YESTERDAY'S MOOSE POST..

Today's Rhetorical Question.

Do I? Don't I?

Do I? Go back and show what I changed in yesterday's Moose Post today, a day later.

It's like Yesterday's Newspaper. None of you, not a single one of you, who have already read yesterday's Post, are going to go back to see IF I changed what you read yesterday!

Or don't I and just "skip it"?

Yes! Whang It!  I am going to do what I have been contemplating.

In response to two excellent comments we received from Michael and Ginny about being careful around wild Moose, I decided to add one additional photo with the below explanation about being careful around wild Moose to yesterday's Post.

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Yesterday you saw the below photo.

Yes! In the above photo, I do look pretty close to the yearling.

Ah Hah!

Today I returned to yesterday's Post and inserted the below photo that clearly shows, at least in this instance, I had our Chevrolet Suburban truck between myself and the yearling.

I originally cropped the photo of the Suburban's hood for artistic photographic reasons.

So there you have it! The Rest of the Story.

Big Smiles. Cap and Patti

OCT 22, 24 .. A MOOSE VISIT TO OUR CONDO.. OUR 13th ANNIVERSARY OF BOBBACAPS DOXOLOGY..

Yes! 

Patti and I both know we have published "Quite a few" Moose Posts here on Google blogspot. 

It has been one full year since our last visit and Moose Post. What to do when one comes for a rare visit?

So far I, your Captain, haven't been able to successfully resist following Gullible's advice.

"Cap! Take photos and publish them!"

Dum De Dum Dum. 

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Patti and I were sitting in our living room today when Patti said, "Oh Look Cap, there is a moose in the green strip."

Out I dashed with my smart phone to await a young, female yearling.

Sure enough! Out from between the buildings she casually strolled.

And up the sidewalk, heading directly for Your Captain she walked.

Who knows why, but she then veered off to her left and headed out towards the parking lot. This was good news for me. Here in Alaska, IF one has a functioning brain, one does NOT encourage a close encounter with a Moose!

Not that she was "all that far away from me"!

Out to the street she headed.

No human being knows what a young, female moose contemplates, but evidently she decided to "check out who I was and what I was doing!" Back she came.

Onward directly towards me she strolled.

Suddenly, she paused, then she turned around and strolled back out toward the street.

I have returned to this Post after publishing it and inserted the below photo as a response to two comments that I received about being very careful of Moose.

Originally you saw the above photo and yes! I look pretty close to the yearling.

However, you did not see the below photo that clearly shows, at least in this instance, I had our Chevrolet Suburban truck between myself and the yearling.

I originally cropped out the Suburban's hood for artistic photographic reasons.

She stood quietly and contemplated what she wanted to do next.

Makes sense to me, she wanted to try to grab a tasty snack.

Then on up the street she headed.

Again she stopped, turned and looked directly at me!

Then a sideways glance at me.

Interesting how her front feet got crosswise! I thought only my feet did this!

Our visit was about to end.

We wonder IF even The Shadow Knows if this will be our final Moose Post!

At least for today it is!

Cap and Patti and our young Moose yearling.

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OUR 13th ANNIVERSARY OF BOBBACAPS DOXOLOGY..

On October the 22nd, 2011, when I was in Agra Cantt, India, Gullible opened up our BOBBACAPS DOXOLOGY website. 

This is "our", all of you who follow us, along with Patti and myself, One Thousand One Hundred and Thirty Second (1,132) Post. 

Thanks to all of you so very much for you support, comments, and contributions!

Cap and Patti