Welcome to Alaska! I’m so glad you were able to drive all this way in your motor home to enjoy this fabulous state. We love it here and hope you do also.
It doesn’t bother me at all to be behind your motor home. Especially when you slow way down so you don’t miss anything. I don’t mind when you fluctuate between 35 and 50 miles per hour on the wide open road and I can totally understand why, when there is a long stretch of highway with no cars coming, you throttle up to try to make up for the time you lost when you came to nearly a dead stop on every corner.
I hope you see lots of moose. It’s perfectly okay with me if you slam on your brakes in the center of the highway, hop out, and start pointing and screaming, “MOOSE…MOOSE!” as if I’ve never seen one before. And just because you will see ten more in the next three miles, there’s no reason not to stop and look at the one on that blind corner with no shoulder on which to park. Each moose is distinctly different, after all.
I also hope you see a bear. I’m always envious when I see you outside of your car, walking towards a giant grizzly with three cameras hanging from your neck. I imagine you get some fabulous pictures. And don’t mind the stories about those bear attacks…those were the wild bears. The ones you see on the side of the road are perfectly tame and won’t hurt you at all. Same goes for the moose with small babies…mama moose love for you to get between them and their calves.
And if I am finally able to pass you after thirty miles of being trapped behind your monstrous rig that apparently has no rear view mirrors…it’s not because you are driving unsafely and impeding traffic…it’s because I live here…and am just trying to get somewhere. No hard feelings, right?
Sincerely,
Every Alaskan
