We passed through an area of intense smoke/haze/something about 30 miles from Anchorage. This condition only lasted a short distance.
This is a shot of the view to the left as we approached Anchorage.
This photo was taken at the same time as the photo above, except looking to the right. Kind of feast or famine in the scenery department.
From the last page of the 1996 Alcan Winter Rally route book
There's a land where the mountains are nameless,
And the rivers all run God knows where;
There are lives that are erring and aimless,
And deaths that just hang by a hair;
There are hardships that nobody reckons;
There are valleys unpeopled and still;
There's a land - oh, it beckons and beckons,
And I want to go back - and I will.
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