The Alcan Highway
Experience

by Michael R Dougherty
(California)

The Begining

The Begining

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

It was a narrow, gravel covered dirt road that wound 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 it was a badge of honor.

While it was only a barely two lane dirt path, it was called a highway. The Alaska Canadian highway, or “ALCAN 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. Construction of the ALCAN highway officially began in 1942.

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

The drive from Anchorage to Delta Junction was uneventful. But back then, the ALCAN wasn't paved like it is today. So, once we entered Canada, we only drove 20 miles or so before we had a flat tire.

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

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

I remember seeing 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 your vehicle under carriage hard enough that it could puncture your gas tank. As a result, some people even fastened different types of padding around their gas tanks.

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

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 for our engine, but they would have to order it.

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

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.

We continued to drive as it got darker and darker 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.

Later that night on the ALCAN 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. Then we went back downstairs to see the desk clerk. When we told him what happened, he said, “sorry, I'm new, I gave you the wrong room key.”

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 trip was uneventful and when we ended up back on pavement, it felt like we were floating on a cloud.

On our return trip, headed back to Anchorage, 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 Canadian Army repaired the bridge.

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.

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.

When our ALCAN adventure was over, and we were back in Anchorage, we were all happy to be off the road.

While the highway is now paved and there are a lot more services available along the way, I remember when driving that narrow gravel-covered road took a lot of courage.

Since that first trip, I've driven the ALCAN in all seasons, winter, spring, summer, and fall. It's a beautiful, but exhausting journey.

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

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Experience

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Ditto about the Alcan
by: Linda A. Wingfield

I totally loved your description of the AlCan! It matches my memories exactly.

I don't remember our first trip, as I was two years old when my parents loaded my brother and me into their panel truck (an old delivery truck, I believe) which was our camper for that trip, and headed out from Aberdeen, South Dakota, to Valdez, Alaska.

I've heard many, many stories over the years, about that trip.

Then, in the summer of 1964, my dad, mom, and I piled into our Checker station wagon and began the long trek back down to Aberdeen, South Dakota to pick up my three siblings, who had stayed with our grandparents to finish school (I had finished in Fairbanks, while staying with a friend and her family).

I remember THAT trip very well. There was (as there always was, I believe) a lot of construction going on. We had the prerequisite flat tire in the middle of a foggy night, while going up Steamboat Mountain. Daddy was able to pull over into the parking lot of a lodge that was shut down for the night, unload the station wagon enough to get out the spare, put it on, and then we slowly made our way along, through the rest of the night. The two of them were trading off driving and sleeping, so we could make the trip more quickly.

In the morning, we still hadn't gone very far, due to the terribly dense fog, but we found a really nice place to stop, get the better tired fixed, eat, and freshen up. Then we were on the road again.

I don't remember how long that trip took, but I know we did it a lot faster than their first trip, back in 1951. ;-)

While in South Dakota, we experienced tornadoes and golf-ball-sized hail. On the way back, near Edmonton, we almost ran straight into ANOTHER tornado. We also had to wait out bears at a campground, so we could stop for lunch one day, and one night our tents (and--shudder--our sleeping bags) were covered in big, ugly, fuzzy caterpillars. Gross! We were all glad to get home, even if it was to little Valdez, torn asunder by the quake just a couple of months earlier.

Later, when I was all grown up, married, with four children, and then divorced, my mom, my kids, and I took our two vehicles (I pulled a little Shasta trailer, and she pulled a nice-sized 5th-wheel trailer). Yup...it was just us ladies and four kids!

We experienced a much better highway then (1978), but it still wasn't fully paved. In fact, the worst part was Steamboat Mountain! LOL.

We did get to drive on some of the first paved areas that year, and I think it was only a few years later, that the seemingly impossible task of getting the whole highway paved was accomplished.

As with you, though, I can say, "I drove the AlCan...BEFORE it was paved!" I'm very proud of that, and would go back and do it again, if I could.

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