December 13, 1998 |
ITALY, TRUE STORIES OF LIFE ON THE ROAD edited by Anne Colcagno (Traveler's Tales Inc., $17.95, paper). OK, OK. Traveler's Tales is cranking out these collections as relentlessly as the airlines are cooking up dubious frequent-flier partnerships ("Get 6 miles for every turnip purchased with a phone card!"). I'm a sucker for them. Why?
February 2, 1992 |
Mature travelers can celebrate a golden wedding anniversary of sorts this year, the 1942 wartime union between Alaska and the Lower 48 states via the 1,523-mile, two-lane highway that runs through Canadian wilderness. Several senior tours and military reunions are planned during the 50th anniversary celebration of the Alaska Highway, which runs from Dawson Creek, British Columbia, to Delta Junction, Alaska, and on to Fairbanks.
June 14, 1992 |
Do you know what you are in for? A surprising number of visitors to the Last Frontier do not. They've read Jack London since they were kids, they are urged on by glossy promotional brochures, they have thumbed the easy travel guides and they've been dazzled by the gee-whiz nature documentaries. They're off. Then, the real Alaska rears up. And, for the unprepared, it can be a shock, and many times a disappointment. This is not a matter of mosquitoes or cold rain or outhouses.
April 16, 2001 |
To view the seismic divide over the future of America's last frontiers of wilderness, consider two young men who live on opposite edges of the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge. Start with Berdell Akootchook, 21, who grew up in the Eskimo village of Kaktovik, population 293, alongside one of the nation's most promising oil reserves.
June 15, 2003 |
Dad made a break for it. He rigged the Chrysler Caravan with oxygen cylinders, pocketed his heart and diabetes medicines and set out in mid-March, alone, age 77, on a 3,251-mile journey from his home in Anchorage to visit his mother in Minnesota, which is why my brother and I watched the NCAA basketball championship at a bar on the Yukon River. My mother had urged him to fly to Minnesota, not drive. The highway to the continental United States is grueling.