ALCAN Highway Memories
Experience the Road

You'll learn how ALCAN Highway travelers made their way over this incredible road. From its days as a barely two-lane dirt trail, to more recent highway years.

Do you like to ride “shotgun”? 

Come along and experience the road as you read these stories.

Breakdown on the ALCAN Highway

Ride along the highway in 1972 as author Ron Proctor takes his VW Bus on an adventure he will never forget. 

From Ron's ALCAN highway story:

“On Friday morning, without any road services in the area, I cautiously began to drive the bus from the Hot Springs and got as far as milepost 462 at the town of Toad River along the highway.

At the gas station there, a mechanic gave me the grim news: the generator had blown and the fan belt which cooled the engine burned off. He knew a mechanic at Summit Lake, 35 miles south of Toad River, who had a Volkswagen generator and arranged to deliver it the following day.”

Click on the following link:

March 1966 on the ALCAN Highway

“It was March 1966, when my husband and I left the big city to go somewhere that scared me to death.”

Destination: Anchorage, Alaska

From Marci's story:

“Watch out for the semi's”, one of them said.

“They drive fast and will kick up gravel. If a rock hits your windshield, get the truck's license plate number. They'll pay for the repair.” “And stop for moose. If you hit one, it will total your car,” said another. “And don't forget,” he continued, “if you see a car on the side of the road, you have to get out and see if the driver needs help.”

Click on the following link:

Traveling with a White Cat Pink Tail

How do you find a white cat in the snow along the ALCAN Highway?

Author Rick Hood tells this story about a trick that worked on a family pet.

From Rick's story:

“Both cats were great rabbit hunters accustomed to North Carolina woods but not so much to snow.

We didn't worry particularly about the Seal Point Siamese, but we feared the long-hair white Persian might be difficult to spot in the snow if she ever did escape the car.”

Click on the following link:

Drove the ALCAN So Many Times

On one trip, we ended up with a hole punctured in our gas take.

We stuck some gum in the hole until we could get it fixed. 

From this story by Becky-Cowen-Cornelius:

“One year we got 3 flat tires at the same time. My dad had to walk a ways to the nearest gas station and thank God there was one reasonably close by, I haven't a clue what we would have done if there wasn't one.”

Click on the following link:

No Ordinary Canary

This family traveled the highway with a dog and a bird.

Follow their adventures on the road, back when it was a tough drive.

From the story by Mark Ransom:

“At age 11, I traveled the ALCAN Highway from Wyoming to Anchorage with my father, my mother, my sister and two brothers — not to mention a dog, a captured ground squirrel, and a canary — to start a new life in Anchorage.”

Click on the following link:

What I Learned Driving the ALCAN Highway
Seven Times

Ric drove the highway during the 1960s when it was mostly a gravel road.

He used different vehicles and remembers his time on the ALCAN.

From the story by Ric Swenson:

“More gravel road and just one flat tire. Using a jack on the side of a gravel road proved to be a challenge, but I got it done at last. Several kind folks stopped and asked if I needed help, but I thanked them and fixed it myself.”

Click on the following link:

Her Family has a History on the Highway

From 1957, when the ALCAN Highway was a narrow two lane dirt road, to 1972 when portions had been paved, her family experienced the road many times.

From the story by Jaqueline Biggs:

“The road was gravel, and quite a few of the rivers had no bridges yet – just wood planks.”

Click on the following link:

Discover the ALCAN Highway

The Anchorage Memories VIP Club gives you an interesting peek into the history of this incredible road.

Take a look, you may discover some facts about the highway that you didn't know.

From Anchorage Memories VIP Club:

“In 1946, only military traffic could use the ALCAN Highway.

But two families from Arkansas somehow persuaded the Canadian Government to let them drive the highway to Alaska, so they could homestead. A man named L.D. Roach also received permission. The two families traveled together. Roach traveled by himself.

While they called it a highway, in reality it was nothing more than a muddy trail in the summer, with wooden bridges. The grades were steep. After the rain, sections of the road might be underwater and impassable.

There were no motels or places to get food or supplies.

Travelers were on their own.”

Click on the following link:

ALCAN Highway Diary

1947

photo courtesy of Gene Gough

Carola Gough kept a diary of the families 1947 ALCAN adventure.

From her Diary:

“The road is terrible, wet, and slippery. Up and down we go. Just passed cliffs where we could see coal. Looks like sunshine ahead. There's a rainbow against the mountains. Bought gas at Summit Lake. We had planned to fish here, but they say there are no fish in the lake. Clemma must have meant Summit Lake, Alaska. So we'll go on and do our 200-mile stint – 20 miles to go.

Across the mountains we can see for miles, trees, mountains, clouds, nothing but wasteland. Surely is lonesome. Stayed at an old road on top of the mountains, cooked dinner and stayed overnight. Wieners and macaroni sure made a hit with everyone.”

You can read about the Gough family's 1947 trip

in this diary kept by Carola Gough. A must-read.

Take a look at this “ALCAN Highway Diary”  and enjoy

I Survived the ALCAN Button

Photo courtesy of Fred Agree

Traveling the ALCAN has always been a badge of honor for Alaskans, and now the button above is available.

Anchorage Memories loves the words on the bottom of the button that read, “We Made It”.

The Flat Tire Problem

Circa 1954

Photo below courtesy of Dorothy Fry

In the Picture:

Dorothy Fry (little girl), David (brother) and Roy (dad)

If you traveled the ALCAN Highway in those days when most of it was gravel, you know first hand that flat tires were a real problem for travelers.

In some stories on this page, you'll read accounts where it wasn't just one flat tire, but multiple flats at the same time. And when that happened, travelers relied on the kindness of other travelers to help them out.

But a flat tire on the highway could also be a blessing in disguise.

It gave everyone in the car a much-needed break. If you were traveling with kids or teens, they enjoyed getting out of the car while someone changed the tire. And if you were the driver, it was nice to let go of the steering wheel and have a different view that didn't include the road ahead. If only for 10 to 15 minutes.

ALCAN Highway Memories

Photos below courtesy of Erik Park

Erik's mom traveled the ALCAN Highway with her family in 1947 from Boulder, Colorado to Alaska, and the following year she graduated from Anchorage High School.

The adventure of driving over the highway to a new and distant place was a challenge. At the end of their journey, what would they see, what would they experience? One thing was for sure. They would never forget the highway.

For travelers on the highway, taking a break from being in a moving vehicle driving along the twists and turns of the narrow road was more than welcome.

Just to stand up for a while and stretch their legs. To take a short walk, or even enjoy the beauty that surrounded them on this famed road. Yes, taking a break was a welcome part of the journey.

1950s

The photo above by Jack Stalberg shows the barely two lane road on a cold day.

Notice how beautiful but stark it is in the picture above.

And the contrast of the brown road against the snow-covered landscape is at once beautiful and striking. You can almost feel the cold.

1950s

In this Jack Stalberg photo, the signs read that you are entering the Yukon Territory and that it's over 300 miles to Whitehorse.

Just imagine how many vehicles have stopped at these signs for a few minutes. Maybe they got out and took pictures, or perhaps they gave themselves some time to simply look around and enjoy where they were.

1951

Photo below, courtesy of Nick Daggart

Just look at the early day travelers in the photo above.

Can you imagine?

But the difficulties and trials, encountered during the early days of the Alaska Highway, did not keep those pilgrims from their goal of reaching Alaska.

Watson Lake Sign Post Forest

in the Yukon Territory

Did you know about this unique stop along the highway?

Thousands and thousands of travelers stop to rest at the Watson Lake “Sign Post Forest” and many have contributed to this very different place by telling their ALCAN Highway stories with the signs they leave behind.

When you visit, and you really take the time to look, you'll spot signs and license plates from all over the world. Motorists brought many signs from their original location somewhere else on earth and gave them a new home in the Sign Post Forest.

ALCAN Highway Memories

The road first opened around 1947.

For many years that followed, it was nothing more than a barely two – lane gravel-covered dirt road that curved around all over the place.

In the summer it was dusty, and when it rained, the fine dust turned into slick, slimy mud. It was a very hard drive.

Back then, gravel constantly pelted the underside of your car. And the rocks on the road caused many flat tires.

As cars and trucks passed you on the other side, gravel flying through the air routinely broke headlights and cracked thousands of windshields.

In fact, replacing headlights, windshields and repairing flat tires became a reliable source of income for the few service stations along the way.

But gas stations weren't the only things that were scarce along the ALCAN Highway back then.

Grocery stores and places to eat and stop for the night were few and far between. If you were driving at night, stopped your car and turned off the motor, what you heard was total silence. Especially in the Yukon Territory where there are miles and miles of nothing but wilderness.

When you had a breakdown out in the middle of who knows where, you were totally at the mercy of others who were driving on the road. Fortunately, ALCAN drivers would always stop to offer assistance.

In the winter, the highway presented different problems. Ice and snow covered the road, and driving conditions and cold temperatures were dangerous.

A story about the early days:

by GJ Wilson

"My husband's first trip over the newly opened ALCAN was just a couple of weeks after it opened up to civilians.

He went out with Wasilla Betts Brothers Trucking to pick up new trucks in Seattle to bring back to Alaska. Two men each in three trucks. Coming back it was (minus!) -70 degrees at Rancheria. To get the trucks started in the morning, they had to scrape a can of oil with a putty knife and heat it up to put it in the truck. When they got the trucks started, some Army vehicles required a pull. They crawled under the trucks to heat the engines with a blow torch.

For me, the first of many was driving out on the ALCAN in October 1946. We had 15 flat tires on the way. Inner tubes were hard to find because of the shortage of rubber for WWII use. Many hot-patches fixed old inner tubes that had burst and my parents took turns hand pumping the tires with a bicycle pump.

We, and other travelers, carried our own gasoline and food as businesses were extremely sparse at the time. We were really sick of fried chicken and wieners by the time we reached our destination.

It took us 15 days and 15 flats!”

ALCAN Highway Experience

Back in the day, the ALCAN Highway was one heck of a journey.

Ride along with author Michael R. Dougherty and experience the old Alaska Highway.

“I totally loved your description of the highway. It matches my memories exactly.” Linda

As you read this story, you'll find yourself riding along for an adventure on this historic road.

The military put together the Alaska Canadian Highway, or “ALCAN” during World War II as a military route. They had to carve it out of the wilderness. The completed road was an unforgiving experience for the hearty souls who braved the challenge.

Years later, while the highway was a bit more tame, it was still not for the faint of heart.

You can ride along.

By Michael R. Dougherty

The ALCAN Highway used to be a narrow, gravel-covered dirt road that wound its way through the Canadian wilderness like a drunken snake had charted its course.

In the summer, the constant sound of gravel flying off your tires and pelting the under carriage of your car, truck, or camper could be maddening.

Flat tires were common, as were broken headlights and windshields from gravel tossed up off the road by passing cars and trucks.

Driving the road and surviving was a badge of honor.

While it was only a barely two lane dirt path, it was always a highway.

As a young boy living in Anchorage, the first time I heard the name “ALCAN” I wondered why anyone would want to put an owl in a can.

The highway begins in Canada at Dawson Creek and ends some 2012 miles later at Delta Junction, Alaska.

The first time our family drove the road, we went from Anchorage to Montana and then on to Texas.

As we began our adventure, the drive on pavement from Anchorage to Delta Junction was uneventful. But back then, there was no pavement like there is today. And once we entered Canada, we only drove 20 miles or so on the gravel, before we had our first flat tire.

That first evening we pulled into Beaver Creek, Canada and spotted a huge log hotel that also had a restaurant. We happily stopped there for a much-needed dinner and stayed the night.

The next morning we got up early, ate breakfast and took off on our first full day of driving on the legendary dirt road that cut its way through the beautiful Canadian wilderness.

As we drove along, we saw cars, trucks, and campers that had all kinds of odd-looking contraptions mounted on the front of the vehicles to prevent rocks from breaking their headlights. Most were gizmos made of wire mesh. Back then, the gravel would hit the under carriage of your vehicle hard enough to puncture your gas tank. As a result, some people even fastened different types of padding under their car, truck, or camper to help absorb the impact of flying rocks.

One thing I remember about the ALCAN Highway back in those days, was road courtesy. If you came upon a vehicle stopped along the road, instead of just driving by, you would stop and ask if they needed help.

We experienced trouble with our car, just as we were coming into Fort Nelson. Our engine started sputtering, and we barely made it to a service station. Once there, the mechanic informed us that we required a part, but they would have to order it.

We ended up staying at a local hotel for several days waiting for the part to arrive.

ALCAN Highway

Later, when we were back on the road, and in the middle of nowhere, a large truck came around a curve. The truck was going pretty fast, and it threw gravel up into our headlights, breaking one of them.

As it got darker and darker, we continued to drive until we came to a small settlement where we pulled into a service station hoping they could fix our broken headlight. Fortunately, after some digging around, they found the one bulb they had that would fit our car.

Back on the ALCAN later that night, we pulled into a town and found a small hotel. We checked in, and the desk clerk gave my mom the room key. When we got to the room, mom handed me the key and said, “Mike, my hands are full, you open the door.”

I put the key in the lock, turned it and opened the door. As I did, a lady in the room sat up in bed, looked at me and screamed.

I said “sorry”, and quickly shut the door. Shocked and embarrassed, we wasted no time going back downstairs to see the desk clerk. When we told him what had happened, he said, “sorry, I'm new, I gave you the wrong room key.”

Moments later, with a new room number and key in hand, we went back upstairs. This time I made sure I wasn't the one who opened the door to our room.

The rest of our ALCAN highway experience was uneventful and when we finally ended up back on pavement, it felt like we were floating on a cloud.

On our return trip, heading back to Anchorage, we were in the Yukon as we pulled into a café and hotel in Destruction Bay.

While eating our lunch, some Canadian Mounties came in and told everyone that the road ahead was closed because of a washed out bridge.

We ended up having to spend nearly a week in the hotel while the bridge was being repaired.

I remember the day the Canadian Mounties came back to the hotel and informed us that they had reopened the bridge, and we could head on up the ALCAN highway anytime we wanted.

Finally, back on the road and headed for Alaska, we were curious to see the bridge that had been washed out. Much to our surprise, the bridge ended up being nothing but a tiny structure over a small creek.

At the end of our journey, when we were back in Anchorage and our adventure had ended, we were all happy to be off the road.

Pavement has made it a smooth ride now. And there are a lot more services available along the way. But I still remember when driving that narrow gravel-covered road required a lot of courage.

Since that first trip as a young boy, I've now driven the road in all seasons, winter, spring, summer, and fall. It's beautiful, but it can still be an exhausting drive.

Yes, I'm an Alaskan and I earned my ALCAN Highway badge of honor.

The ALCAN Highway Today and Yesterday

These days, the road is more like a very long Sunday drive.

It's paved and there are many places where you can pull over, get gas for your car, have breakfast, lunch, or dinner and stay for the night.

Depending on the time of year, you can even go fishing, hiking, or take pictures to share with friends and family.

When you drive the highway today, try to imagine what it was like when it was just a narrow, barely two lane, gravel-covered dirt road. Then try to imagine how difficult it was for the many thousands who drove the highway back then.

Adults, who as children took the journey with their parents, still recall the remarkable road. And they have plenty of interesting stories to tell about how their family made the trip.

Everyone who has traveled the ALCAN Highway has memories for a lifetime.

Anchorage Memories VIP Club

“I’ve learned a lot about my hometown of Anchorage, and you’ve jogged memories of things I haven’t thought about for years. I can only say YAY!”  Juanita.

BONUS

Join your free Anchorage Memories VIP Club

A treasure chest of precious Anchorage memories, delivered right to your email in-box three times each month.

Plus

Discover Alaska Facts and History

and

Meet Anchorage Pioneers

Plus, just for you:

Right after you join

you'll receive “Nostalgic Anchorage Stories”

as a special thank you

Click on the following link:

"I thoroughly enjoy Anchorage Memories,
it is absolutely magnificent" Robert