Old Alaska Highway stories from travelers who made their way over this incredible road.
The road was also known as the ALCAN, or Alaska Canadian Highway.
Ron Proctor tells the story of taking his VW Bus on an adventure he will never forget.
From Ron's story:
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.”
“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.”
How do you find a white cat in the snow along the old Alaska 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.”
"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.”
This family traveled the old Alaska 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
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.”
From 1957, when the Old Alaska Highway was a narrow two lane dirt road, to 1972 when portions had been paved, her family experienced the road many times. Enjoy her story.
From the story by Jaqueline Biggs:
“The road was gravel, and quite a few of the rivers had no bridges yet – just wood planks.”
Carola Gough kept a diary of the families 1947 Alaska Highway 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.”
photo courtesy of Gene Gough
Photo below courtesy of Dorothy Fry
In the Picture:
Dorothy Fry (little girl), David (brother) and Roy (dad)
If you traveled the Old Alaska 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 children or teenagers, 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.
Erik's mom traveled the 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 old Alaska 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 sure. They would never forget the highway. And they had stories to tell.
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.
The photo above by Jack Stalberg shows the barely two-lane road on a cold day. This picture tells an old Alaska Highway story.
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.
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.
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.
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.
The road first opened around 1947.
For the many years that followed, it was nothing more than a barely two – lane gravel-covered dirt road that curved around all over the place.
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 Old Alaska Highway back then.
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, 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 old Alaska Highway in October 1946. We had 15 flat tires on the way. Inner tubes were difficult 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 gasoline and food with us 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!”
Back in the day, the highway was one heck of a journey.
“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.
By Michael R. Dougherty
The Old Alaska Highway was 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.
The highway begins in Canada at Dawson Creek and ends some 2012 miles later at Delta Junction, Alaska.
The first time our family drove on 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.
thing I remember about the Old Alaska Highway, 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
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.
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 highway 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 drive 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.
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 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 remember when driving that narrow gravel-covered old Alaska highway required a lot of courage.
Since that first trip as a young boy, I've 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.
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 old Alaska highway.
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 traveled the Old Alaska Highway has memories for a lifetime.
“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.
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