Cracked our windshield on the Alcan
There you go. Our last day on the Alaskan Highway. Everyone, but everyone says you'll get a cracked windshield. We're on our way out and patting ourselves on the back talking about how everyone was so, so, so very wrong. Then bam. An evil trucker popped us with a little rock off the road. They do it with glee I believe. I told my husband not to replace the windshield. There's a story there and I can tell it every time someone asks about the crack. It's our badge of honor I say.
Photo taken on June 30, 2005
Good-by Alaska Highway
We love you!
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