The first time we drove the Alaska Highway my wife drove our old Chevy van and I drove the older Ford pickup pulling an ancient livestock trailer which carried all our worldly goods. Our 5 children were 2, 4, 6, 8, and 10 at the time. Our trip was nearly 4,000 miles and we crossed the Rocky Mountains 3 times.

We had no flat tires, but the engine coil did break down on the pickup and we had to have it towed into the nearest town and wait around for a couple days for a new one to be shipped in. Lots of good memories lookiing back on it now, and I even wrote a pretty good song about the experience. There's nothing like a good road trip to bring a family closer together.

Mike