When stupidity is behind the wheel, Lord, have mercy

I was 23 and on my way to graduate school in Alaska. The plan was to drive from Minnesota to Washington, put my car on a ferry in Bellingham, take that for three days through the Inland Passage, disembark in Haines, Alaska, and then drive two more days along the Al-Can, through the Yukon mountain range, the interior of Alaska, and then into Anchorage. In a hatchback. In 1990, when hundreds of miles of the Al-Can remained unpaved.

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