I forgot to tell of the time during those 3 years we tried heading for Alaska on the old Alaska Highway---a dirt road from N. of Dawson Creek. To shorten the tale, we had a grand time in Western Canada. Breathtaking. We chose to travel, whenever we could arrange it, after school had started --- to lessen traffic hangups and chaos in canping areas.---That meant going in September. The aspens were glowing!! I think we were a bit late in the year for that far north though. We had a few troubles. First, we blew two of the ol' bus's four cylinders and couldn't afford to fix it, so we adjusted by not going over 40 miles an hour. Slowed us down, but it was just plain lovely. A beautiful snowfall hit the same night the car got lame. Camping out in that snowstorm---our son, Chris, was conceived. (Born the next June 4th, 1970.) So we were kept quite warm in the snow. North of White Horse somewhere, we decided we weren't gonna make it to Alaska that way. So we turned around and headed south---going on the shoulder to get up every hill---------and then coasting downhill. That's how we got back to Chicago eventually---45 miles per hour all the way except for coasting down at up to 75 or 80 mph.

Sure, stuff happens, but I was 25 years old and life was easy.

As ED Denson said in his old motto for Kicking Mule Records, "It's easy to be easy when you're easy!"

Art Thieme