CacheCrazy.Com: 2013

Thursday, December 26, 2013


So, how many of you go out in the snow to cache? Okay, I see a few hands. Now, do you go for hikes in the woods or do you just try and hit the P&Gs? I enjoy the hikes through the woods, and yes I'll hit a few P&Gs too; but not too many.

As I was out hunting the other day during the somewhat blizzard conditions, I began to think about caching. Maybe that's why I didn't see the deer approaching and I blew my opportunity to put another deer in the freezer. While I was sitting in a ground blind staying out of the snow I began to do my thinking. How many people go out in the snow to cache? I mean I deer hunt in the snow, and I enjoy being in the woods, but what about caching? Well it was time to start walking again.

Where I was hunting the snow was about 18 inches deep. The walking was very difficult going up hill and I began to tire. My pace slowed quite a bit and that was when I couldn't help but think about people caching in the snow. I know how hard it is finding a cache when there is no snow, but what about finding them when there is snow?

So are there special tactics you use when snow caching? Is there special gear you use to help you find them? Do you use snow shoes? These are questions I pondered upon as I walked through the deep snow back toward my truck. It took me just over an hour to make it all the way back there so that gave me lots of time to think about it.

Would digging through the snow count as something you're not supposed to have to do when caching? I mean it does state that you should not bury a cache. If you did then it would cause people to have to dig to find it.

As I drove home I saw a group of people with snowshoes on and they were beginning a hike through the woods at Lackawanna State Park. I then wondered if they would try and find my cache, which was hidden way up the trail.

Okay, enough of the thinking. Would anyone like to comment on caching in the snow? I'm very curious about this. I have not done to much caching in the snow, but I did hide one when there was snow on the ground. It actually was quite funny the way it happened.

I was hiding my cache known as Whitetail Hunter; it's a multi-cache. I had hid the first part with no problems.  Then I walked off to where I would be placing part two. Once I had it hid I walked around the area frontwards and backwards making all sorts of tracks. I didn't want anyone going for the first to find to have it too easy. Then I left for home.

Later that day I received the email that someone had found it. What he wrote in his log was very funny.

 "FTF Hoo-Hooo! (Sorry, person who was there earlier in the day and DNF.) Part 1 coords were right on the money and a very clever hide, Had some trouble at part 2, though. Coords brought me to what looks to be a great spot for a cache-except it wasn't there. Had to expand my search and about 40 feet from GZ was the trophy. Really nice trails on this end of the park and there are several ways to get to part 1.
I took the Turkey Hill (blue) trail that runs into the Abington (orange) Trail that then takes you there. Didn't take anything but left a dream-catcher and some American Indian pins."

It's funny because the person who was there earlier was me. I laughed so hard I thought I'd fall over. When I eventually met the cacher I told him about it. We had a good laugh. 

So caching in the snow can be fun. Maybe I'll get out soon and try to find some. I really don't want to give up caching until spring, but I don't want to have to carry a shovel with me either. 

What are your thoughts? 

Now if you do go out in the snow to cache here are some things I suggest you take along with you just in case you need them: 

1.  Walking stick or ski pole
2.  Good hand warmers, a muff, and especially good gloves
3.  A warm hat, scarf, or hoodie
4.  Something to drink and keep it inside where it won't freeze
5.  Snowshoes if deep enough to need them
6.  A lighter or matches (you never know if you'll need them)
7.  A healthy snack to munch on and keep your energy level up
8.  Rope
9.  Poncho
10. Map

These items may not all be necessary, but they may come in quite handy if something should happen. I'm sure you can add to the list, but these should at least get you thinking. 

Cache Safely this winter
Big Al

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

I Believe in Santa Claus!

Call me childish but, I believe in Santa Claus! That's right, you heard me, I believe in Santa!
Not a Santa in the physical sense but more in a magical way. A mysterious way that has no explanation. Kind of like my beliefs in Jesus and God. I've never laid my hands on them, or have seen them with my own eyes but, I just know they're there.
I just know it!

Christmas magic has many forms and has reviled itself to people all over the world in many different ways. Some in receiving the gift of their health, while others found the unexplained unravel right before their eyes. A paranormal phenomena or Christmas magic? You don't believe me?  Well, don't take my word for it, just listen to these people just like you and me tell their stories.


"It was around Christmas time, maybe 1995 or '96, at my aunt's house on a reservation in North Dakota," says V. Page. "Some of my family was in the living room watching television, the kids were playing in the rooms or sleeping, and my uncle, aunt and I were sitting at the table putting a puzzle together. My cousin who worked at a casino would come home around midnight or 1 a.m. This night, as she pulled up and was walking toward the house, she looked in the window and saw me sitting at the table, my uncle sitting across from me - and someone standing to the left of me and someone standing in the corner. She continued to walk in the house, thinking nothing of it.

"When she got in she said her hellos, put her stuff away and came and joined us at the table. As we were sitting there talking, she looked at me and asked who was standing next to me a few minutes ago and who was in the corner. I told her no one, but she insisted there was someone standing next me. 'It looked like your mom, and she was playing with your hair,' she told me. She said this person was running her hand on my hair, like a mother does to a child.

"It kinda freaked me out, being I was probably only 12 or 13 at the time. She swears that someone was standing over me, rubbing my head and watching me put the puzzle together with my aunt and uncle, and that there was another person standing behind this person. All of my family was accounted for. We got around to thinking it was probably her mom she saw. She passed away on her birthday a week before Christmas back in 1992. However, we didn't figured out who the person standing in the corner could have been. Now, around Christmas time, something strange always happens, and we just think it's her visiting us."


"In 1960, I was five years old," Sandy says. "I lived in the beautiful Berkshire Hills in Massachusetts. Our telephone was hung fairly high on the wall - too high for me to reach without help. It was late in the morning on Christmas day. My dad and my brother had gone out to shovel snow, my mother was in the shower and I was playing with my new Chatty Cathy doll.

"I wanted to call my grandmother to tell her about all my wonderful Christmas presents, but I knew that I would have to wait for my mother to get out of the shower because I could not reach the telephone. I was becoming increasingly impatient. I decided to pretend to call my grandmother on the toy telephone that I had gotten for Christmas. Back then, where I lived, there were no dial phones; all calls were operator assisted, and when I picked up the receiver on my toy telephone, I distinctly heard an operator say, 'What number please?'

"I was shocked, but I told her my grandmother's number, which I still remember to this day. I heard the phone begin to ring, and soon my grandmother, with her heavy Italian accent, was saying hello. I immediately began telling her all about my Chatty Cathy doll, but she wanted to know where my mother was. I explained that my mother was in the shower, and my dad and brother were outside. She knew that I could not use the telephone by myself, and asked me how I climbed up to use the phone high up on the wall. I explained that I had called her on my toy telephone. She laughed heartily before telling me to have my mother call when she got out of the shower.

"When my mother got out of the shower, I tried to tell her that I had really talked to Grandma on my toy phone, and that she wanted my mother to call her. My mother laughed like my grandmother did, but since I kept insisting that she call Grandma, she finally did. When she discovered that I really had talked to my grandmother, I got in big trouble. My mother insisted that I had somehow dangerously climbed the wall to use the phone. I insisted that I had called Grandma on my toy phone, and I got in bigger trouble for lying.

"I spent the rest of Christmas morning in my room, supposedly thinking about my dangerous antics, and lying to my grandmother and mother. I was frustrated about that, but I couldn't help but smile over the fact that I had somehow called my grandmother on my toy telephone that Christmas morning. It had to be magic."


"This incident happened on New Years Day, 2008 in Vancouver, B.C, Canada," says Angela. "My grandmother passed away suddenly from natural causes on Christmas Eve, which shocked and crushed us. My family is Buddhist, so for the past few days, we've visited a temple and meditated in her honour. My mom purchased this small, radio-like box that repeatedly plays a meditation, and she has left that on in my grandmother's room throughout the day for the last little bit.

"Monday, December 31, was the one week anniversary of my grandmother's death, and according to Chinese traditions, the deceased return home to visit their loved ones. As usual, my parents had the box playing throughout the day and turned it off before they went to bed. Here's where it gets weird.

"The next morning, on New Years Day, my mom woke up around 9 a.m. to use the bathroom, and she distinctly heard a soft song of meditation, just like the one heard from the box. She asked my dad if he had left it on the night before, and he said no. Thinking she had imagined it, she went back to sleep.

"Around 10 a.m., my dad woke up and heard the same soft sounds of meditation. He started wondering if he had indeed forgotten to turn off the box and went into my grandmother's room to check, only to find it off! How can you explain both of my parents hearing the meditation? We've eliminated the possibilities of it coming from our neighbour's house or TV. My boyfriend believes that it was my grandmother's way of letting us know that she is still around and that she is alright. It is a little spooky, but I find comfort in my grandmother letting us know she's around through meditation."


"This experience took place on Christmas Eve, 1976, in Gresham, Oregon," says Jason Q. "Although this story may seem 'beyond belief', I assure you, it is very true. It is proof (to me, anyway) that miracles do still occur. When I was five years old, I witnessed what I believe to be a miracle one Christmas Eve. My dad had just taken a job in Grants Pass, Oregon, which left my mom and me alone for the first time on Christmas. It was difficult not having my dad there that Christmas, as we had always been together for the previous Christmases.

"I was sleeping in my mom's room that Christmas Eve when we heard something out on the roof. Of course, being a young boy at that time, I thought it was Santa, but my mom thought it may be a burglar. She told me to stay in bed as she got up and cautiously went to the window. I was both excited and a little afraid, since she was so afraid. Although I thought it could be Santa, I also knew that it may be an intruder. My mom just stood there and stared, not saying anything. I asked her what was out there, and she just stared out the window. As she came back to the bed with a mesmerized look on her face, I jumped out of bed and ran to the window. What I saw was Santa, his sleigh and reindeer flying off our roof into the sky - just like you'd see on a Christmas card.

"My mom and I didn't talk about that night or what either of us saw. I thought it was normal, and she thought she was 'losing it'. She called her dad that night and told him what we had seen, and he told her that my dad leaving must have caused her to be hitting the bottle. He really thought she was losing it. He was really concerned for her sanity.

"Years later, when I was in high school, we had to tell a Christmas story in our German class. I told the one that I just shared with you. My friends laughed at me, not believing my story. I never heard the end of it after I told them I was serious. They really didn't know what to think of me after that.

"It gets even stranger. When I was leaving the classroom that day, a kid (who I didn't know) came up to me and said, 'You know, that was a great Christmas story. If one trulybelieves, he may at one time in his life experience what you experienced.' That kid then left, and I never saw him again. Who was he? An angel? A messenger? I don't know. Anyway, when I got home that day, I had to ask my mom what she had seen that Christmas Eve. Again, we had never talked about it, so I didn't really know what she saw that night. I knew what I saw, but I didn't know what she saw. All I could remember was how quiet she was that night, and how mesmerized she was. I wanted to know what she saw, to in fact see if I had imagined everything, as so many young kids do.

"My mom went on to tell me that it was a very difficult Christmas not having my dad around, but a miraculous one with what had occurred. When I asked my mom what she had seen that evening, she just kind of looked down almost in embarrassment. She then looked at me and said, 'I hope you don't think I'm nuts, but I saw Santa's sleigh and reindeer leaving our roof, taking off up into the sky. The snow-covered roof had animal prints and disturbed snow, where the sleigh had been sitting.' She smiled, and asked what I saw that evening, with tears in her eyes. I told her that I saw the sleigh and reindeer up in the sky. The timing of what we saw fits perfectly. I got up from the bed just as she was leaving the window. She saw the sleigh and reindeer taking off up into the sky, just before I saw what I saw. I even heard bells in the sky that night, and my mom told me that she did as well. We heard and saw the exact same thing, which was truly a Christmas miracle that year, when we really needed one!

"So, was it really Santa that night that my mom and I saw? Or was it a miracle that God had sent us, for us to see, especially due to how difficult that Christmas was?"

I believe it was both - a miracle and Santa. I truly believe that the God who created the universe and its billions of planets has absolutely no limitations, and therefore would have no problem giving to us that miracle that evening. He also hears our prayers. Like that kid in my German class told me, 'If you believe, you may experience this very miracle.' Or you may experience a miracle that is very personal to only you, which only God and you know. Keep on believing! Miracles do happen if one believes in them.

Makes you think doesn't it? Christmas magic can find it's way into even the coldest heart. It has turned Grinch's into carolers and the greedy to the giving. Why, just Dawn and I being able to pull this Christmas off is kind of amazing! I look around me and see all of the "gifts" that I have been given in the world and I'll tell you, at 53 years to the day, I believe in Santa Claus!

Remember my little rhyme, "If you don't believe, you won't receive"

Receive the Christmas magic in your heart and have a wonderful Christmas! Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
Merry Christmas from all of us at CacheCrazy.Com

Saturday, December 21, 2013

The Art of becoming a Pensioner - A Cheap Christmas

This is some fun advice from our very own Honorary Author, Heather from her personal blog, The Ramblings of a Mad Pensioner.
Thanks "Skinny"! 

Well it's almost here again and us pensioners will be suffering all the stresses that this time can hold, so how can we reduce the worry and costs and get through that Christmas period unscathed.

Stage 1. This should be where your going to spend the day, it's quite easy really, choose a relatives that have the least children and when they say, "Well Granny what are you doing for Christmas this year". Just look down towards the ground and mutter softly, "I don't think I will bother much on my own, perhaps I might get myself a pork chop for dinner". Bingo your in, as they should be taking pity and invite you round to spend the day with them.

Stage 2. Now presents shouldn't be a problem, remember that pack of 7 pairs of socks you got for £3 from Matalan, well thats 7 years of Christmas's taken care of for your Son/Son-in-Law. The bottle of lavender smelly you got at the charity shop for 50p will do nicely for your Daughter/Daughter-in-Law and don't forget an old jigsaw puzzle marked suitable for up to 5 year olds will do for any youngster in the family over 9 years old.

If you buy a book from a charity shop that has a writing inside such as, from Ethel, just mark it again so it reads, Merry Christmas from Grandma and Auntie Ethel, the kids won't know there isn't an Auntie Ethel, will they. Wrapping the presents shouldn't be to expensive as we all remembered to collect last years paper off your gifts and put them away after making sure it's ironing and folded carefully.

Stage 3. On the day arrive just before Christmas dinner, you don't want all that fuss with the kids that goes on in the morning. Eat as much as you can leaving just the sprouts on your plate, at the right moment say, "I just can't eat any more, could you save it for me in a bag to take home for another day, I do like a bit of cold turkey", of course there isn't any meat on your plate, but they should make up a good dogie bag for you to take home.

Stage 4. The boring afternoon should be endured as it's worth the time and effort, finish any tipple you have quickly so that when they offer you another glass you must say, "Oh no I mustn't I will get all tipsy, won't I children", making sure you thrust the glass out in-front of you to be filled again. If the little kids get annoying, just close your eye's for a moment, they will be told to be quiet as Granny is sleeping, watch television out of other eye that they can't see.

Stage 5. Grasp the earliest moment when they ask if you want taking home, making sure you have a very large dogie bag of food, asking politely if they have given you any Christmas cake and minced tarts.

There you go a super Christmas and plenty of food for Boxing Day, remember to iron that wrapping paper for next year.

Friday, December 20, 2013

Oh Christmas Tree!

This is a Christmas Classic at CacheCrazy.Com, Enjoy!
My family had many holiday traditions while I was growing up.  Like clockwork, every Christmas Eve started with dinner at home.  My mother wouldn't go all Julia Child on Christmas Eve, usually nothing fancier than Sunday dinner.  Meat and potatoes, or perhaps a ham.  After dinner, we would visit my grandmother, and walk over to see Aunt Millie and the cousins.  Of course, as kids we were always excited at the thought of getting presents, and mildly disappointed at the sight of clothes boxes from The Globe or Hess.  As teenagers, we would come to appreciate the clothes, along with the food and cookie spread, which could be found on my Aunt's table.  To this day, my parents still receive coconut-covered dates from my cousin.

After visiting, it was back home for a nap.  We attended Midnight Mass every year, and while an hour and a half long mass was a bit much, we always looked forward to it, as there was something special to it.  After mass it was home, and right to sleep, as Santa was on his way!

One tradition we started a little later on, in my teenage years, was having a real tree in the home at Christmastime.  We never actually went into the woods to get one, as my dad never was the sporty type, but we'd go to the local roadside stand and pick one up.  There was something special about having a real tree.  Sure, the artificial spruce was nice, but nothing beats the smell of the real thing.  Sure, you're vacuuming needles up off the floor until June, but it's worth it.

You sure this thing will fit in the living room?

Sadly, as the years pass on, so do many traditions.  Going to bed so Santa could come would be replaced by exchanging gifts on Christmas Eve.  A nice tradition in its own rite, but its now a quick exchange during the Christmas afternoon visit.  As we lost many family members over the years, the Christmas Eve callings aren't the same.  The Midnight Mass tradition is no longer.  Last, but not least, the plastic tree found its way back into the living room.

This Christmas, my fiance and I decided we were going to re-kindle a tradition each of us had in other places long ago.  We were going to get a real tree for the house.  She recommended the place her family would go when she was a child, and her dad would chop the tree down himself.

Wait!  Chop it down himself?  Where do I sign up?  I'd purchased the real deal before, but never actually done the deed myself.  I was liking the sound of this.

The kids having fun at the tree farm.

Off we went on a cold Saturday afternoon, to Helen & Ed's Tree Farm, in Wapwallopen, PA.  It quite the festive time!  The Christmas songs were blaring in the Tahoe.  We were singing along, some of us poorly, to such favorites as Santa Claus Is Coming To Down, Jingle Bells, and, oh yes, Dominick the Donkey!  We arrived at the farm, and saw in hand, we were scouting out our potential tree in no time.  I had specific orders from the boss.  She wanted a short, fat Douglas Fir.  No problem!  After quite a bit of searching, we found it! (Obligatory Geocaching tie-in)  I got to work with saw, and with the help of a friendly young man from the farm, we had the tree tied to the roof of the Tahoe, and we were on our way back to Wilkes-Barre.

The finished product.  Got a level, anyone?

We get seven foot Douglas Fir in the house, and in the stand, only to realize IT LEANS!  Oh no!  I thought, perhaps, it was sitting in the stand at an angle, or the base was cut at an angle.  Nope, it's all good.  After much inspection and analyzation, I see the problem- the tree is bent towards the top!  I'm sure I missed this in the field, as it was on an incline.  This was but a minor setback, as I cut the top off in a manner when, with the star on top, it doesn't look as bad.  I had the task of rigging up the lights, and everyone joined in with trimming the tree afterwards.  It may not be the perfect Christmas tree, but it's our Christmas tree, and we wouldn't have it any other way.  We've started our own holiday tradition, surely to be one of many!

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Hooked anyone lately?

By Big Al

If you're not sure what I'm talking about then read on.

Grab a cup of coffee or tea, sit back and let your immagination soar.

Several weeks ago my family and I went to Ohio for a funeral. When we arrived I found out my brother and his wife were in from Florida. They had brought their oldest daughter and her 3 year old son with them. He had never played in the snow before so I knew this was going to be fun.

Over the next several days as we visited I shared with them all about Geocaching and how much fun it was. They had seem my many posts on Facebook about the fun I have had while out with my family in search of Geocaches. That was when it happened. My neice began to ask me some questions about Geocaching. Now I’m not going to pass up a chance to share my love of this sport so I proceeded to answer them. (I began to see the bobber moving a little bit.) I explained in more detail about how to look for a cache and the thought process that goes into hiding them. Then I talked about Travel Bugs, Geocoins, and SWAG. (Did I see that bobber go under just a bit?) I talked to her about the fact that this is a wonderful way to get the family outside and have some fun. Now that I had her full attention I went to and showed her a cache page of a cache that was not too far from my sisters house. (I could tell she was beginning to take the bait.) We ate our dinner and then I visited with my other family members. My neice then told me she had signed up for an account. (The bobber was really starting to bob now.) I then asked her if she wanted to go out with my boys and me to see if we could find the cache I had showed her earlier. She gave a resounding YES. We got in my car and headed out.

When we got to the spot I showed her how to use my GPS and then we parked and began our search. It did not take too long before we had found the cache. We let her sign the log first and I could see the excitement building in her eyes. (The bobber went all the way under. She went straight to the bottom with the whole hook, line and sinker.) BAM! Another Geocacher is hooked. She immediately wanted to look for another one. I then led her on to two more caches before going back to my sister’s house. I showed her how to log her finds and she had to call her husband and explain it to him. She said she could not wait to go out again. We talked about TB’s and I told her I had a couple of extra tags with me and I could give her one if she wanted it. She was elated. We went out shopping and we both found a nice item to send out as a TB. We went home and created the pages for them and decided we would send them out the following day.

Tony the Tiger and The Travel BUG
The next day was Saturday and we deicded to take her son and my two boys over to the park and go sledding. We had borrowed some winter boots and clothes from a cousin for her son to use. For some reason they don’t use these types of clothes in Florida. Seems odd to me. We arrived at the park and took her son up the hill with a sled and let him and my son go down together. Wow! Talk about screaming with excitement. This little guy could not wait to go down again. The kids went down the hill over and over again. Then this big guy, me, went down too. I could not let them have all of the fun. I’ve never seen one little boy be so happy. My little grandnephew could have stayed much longer, but my boys had forgotten their gloves and hats so we decided to call it quits. But then I remembered there was a cache right over near the picnic area so I let my niece find that one too.

We went home and ate lunch. Then my niece put her son down for a nap and we headed out for some more caches. This time we were going for some bigger caches that I was sure would have some SWAG in them. We all took along some trade items and headed out. We got to the first place and headed into the woods. This one called for some serious bushwhacking. We finally found it and we noticed it was frozen in the ground. It took some time to loosen it up, but we did get it out, and it only cost me one knife blade. There was not much in it other than a log book so I left a few items. Then it was off to the next one. This one was a little more challenging, but we did find it. As we approached it I could see the ammo can and now I was excited. We opened it up and it was overflowing with SWAG. We let my niece go through it first and choose what she wanted to keep. We both dropped off our TB’s and then we headed on to the next cache. My niece said she could not believe how much trouble the cache owner went through to put the cache where they had put it. They had brought a Christmas tree all the way out in the woods and planted it. That is if you can plant a fake tree. At the next cache we thought we might not find it and then I spotted it. This one took a little more experienced cacher to find. We all signed the log and then headed towards our last one of the day.

The last one was special because it was in a cemetery and it was hidden in honor of a guy named Jon who was awaiting a heart transplant. This guy had purchased a GPS, but was just too sick to go out. The CO hid the cache and the person he was honoring, Jon, passed away the day after it was published. He never got his chance to go out and find his own cache. Well my youngest son found this one first and we left some neat “heart themed” items. We went home and logged our finds and then I decided to release a Geocoin in honor of my brother who had passed away too. After all, he was the reason we had all gotten together.

Stargazers3378, Cacheking1998, Bigaljr1693
Well I don’t want to leave this post in an emotional tone, so I’ll get back to the title of it. Hooked anyone lately? When was the last time you shared your love for Geocaching, and have you taken anyone out recently to find a cache or two? This is such a fun and exciting way to spend time with family and friends so get out there and set those hooks.

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Why Not Wednesday ~ The Micro Hunter ~ Take A Kid Geocaching

Micro Hunter

 One of the benefits of geocaching with a pint sized human is that you can send him into those low areas to hunt for geocaches.  This is especially handy when the other members of the team are a 6'2" tall dude, and a 32 week pregnant lady.

He's getting pretty good at opening containers too.

The Micro Hunter named Zeke can also be seen on THIS BLOG!

Add one to your geobag today!
Take a kid Geocaching today

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Saturday, December 14, 2013

Fort Nelson, British Columbia, a road trip with Conni from The Foodie Army Wife

Hey guys look who's back with another awesome post, Conni from and she taking us on a road trip! Wait until you see all of the wildlife on this adventure! 
Thanks Conni and welcome back to CacheCrazy.Com! 
Holey Socks! When we came up here three years ago, this leg of the trip we saw more wildlife than any other part – and let me say, it was a repeat performance. Just outside of town, we passed this sign.
10 minutes later, we saw a couple wild horses.
Wild horses and…what is that back there?
Lots and lots of bison!
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Look what’s up ahead!
There’s babies!!!
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Oh my goodness!!!
I know these photos are a little fuzzy, but we were driving, and with a mama that big, you don’t want to stop and seem a threat in any way to these babies.
Then we came around a curve and saw this.
You could see the truck and another car had stopped. This parade had marched across the bridge. They always have the right of way.
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Oh. My. Goodness.
And all of this awesomeness, surround by beauty like this.
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And another!
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Muncho Lake with its stunningly blue water – even blue when it is frozen.
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One of the dangers we faced, were caribou in the roads. They come to the road to lick the salts from it.
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More caribou ahead!
You can tell it has been a long winter. Look at the ribs on this poor thing.
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Another wild horse.
More caribou in the road!
Hey there!
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And then we came around a tight corner on a steep hill and WAM. I mean…RAM!!!!!! In the middle of the road!
He pranced up that mountain like it was nothing.
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Indian Head Mountain
It has been 400 miles today of breath-taking views like this!
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What is that up ahead???
What a pretty bear! We were hoping we’d see one of these!
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And something we hadn't seen in three years…deer! These were just outside of Fort Nelson. We saw a dozen or so of them munching grass on the side of the road.
Tomorrow we will head through the less mountainous stretch from Fort Nelson – to somewhere near the end of the official “Alaska Highway.” What might we see tomorrow?



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