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Photo Album
From Florida to Alaska and Back Again Below are Little Moby and BlueVan, our faithful companions for 14,000 miles, from Florida to Alaska and back again. The four of us were together for almost four months of adventure and spectacular scenery. We arrived home mud-stained, bruised, and gloriously trimphant over gravel, narrow mountain-hung trails, and wildfire smoke. BlueVan was fine; but Little Moby needed new tires, and so did Ruth and Bob. |
 It's a cloudy day in Cottonwood Campground on Kluane Lake in Yukon Territory. The lake is just beyond those trees in front of BlueVan. Cottonwood Campground, like many we stayed at, generates its own electricity. We couldn't use our credit card there, because they have no phone service. A grizzly bear had been seen near the campground, so we stuck close to Little Moby. We traveled first from Florida to Michigan, where we stopped for a week. The photos start with our stay in Michigan. |
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| When we got to Michigan, Bob, Blue Van, and Little Moby went off fishing for a few days. I went to Mackinac Island with my friends Jane Arndt and Barb Lloyd. This is a yearly pilgrimage for us. There are no cars allowed on the island. Horses and carriages rule. | On our first night on the island, we went to a cocktail party at The Wedding Cake House. The party and dinner to follow are sponsored by the Island Historical Society. |
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| It was a chilly, windy evening in June. That's Jane in front, and Barb behind. We're leaving the cocktail party to walk a few houses down to the Grand Hotel for dinner. | The historic Grand Hotel on Mackinac Island is truly Grand. |
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| Jane and Barb on the hotel porch, heading for the front door and warmth. | The Grand Hotel has carriages of all shapes and sizes, depending on the occasion. |
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| Historic Fort Mackinac is on a hill. It's a good climb up to it. The Grand Hotel runs a tea room at the fort, with views of the harbor. | Here we are, the three of us at lunch at the fort. We have a version of this picture for every year; different time, same place, same women. |
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Bob and I met again at Sault Ste. Marie Michigan, and turned west toward Alaska. Here Bob enjoys a quiet sunset in Williston, North Dakota.
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In Malta, Montana, a train bridge ran practically behind Little Moby. No sleeping that night! |
