Leaving Alaska (Part 2)
Jul 16, 2023 by Charles Burrall
October 28, 1992
I left Alaska in September of 1989 in my pickup truck, loaded, and my dog. I travelled out with Mark Marino and his mother, "Muz," "Klondike Kelly," aka "The Big Fat Muz," (she weighed all of 98 pounds soaking wet). We travelled in tandem, Mark and his mother in Mark's new jeep with his dog, Nanuk, a Siberian Husky. We travelled tandem down the Alaska Highway all the way to Seattle where we split up and went our own ways, Mark and his mother to California, and myself east. It was beautiful weather driving out. It was warm and sunny with the leaves in full color through the Yukon. There wasn't a whole lot of time to be nostalgic. We camped one night in the area of Haines.
I left Alaska in September of 1989 in my pickup truck, loaded, and my dog. I travelled out with Mark Marino and his mother, "Muz," "Klondike Kelly," aka "The Big Fat Muz," (she weighed all of 98 pounds soaking wet). We travelled in tandem, Mark and his mother in Mark's new jeep with his dog, Nanuk, a Siberian Husky. We travelled tandem down the Alaska Highway all the way to Seattle where we split up and went our own ways, Mark and his mother to California, and myself east. It was beautiful weather driving out. It was warm and sunny with the leaves in full color through the Yukon. There wasn't a whole lot of time to be nostalgic. We camped one night in the area of Haines.
