We headed out on the Alaskan Highway. We were forced to rethink our ideas of remoteness we had experienced in the desert. Haines is over 700 miles from Anchorage, a real city. We're on the only road into or out of Haines. The only other way in is by plane or by ferry (like we did). We drove 44 miles and crossed the Canadian border into the Yukon Territory. The Canadian Border Patrol officer was pretty funny. Since I was driving, I got to answer. He asked how we got to Haines. I said, in a sleepy stupor, "The ferry". He asked where we got on the ferry. I said, "Uh, Belling...ham?" and looked at Andrew for approval. He said, " The Saturday ferry?" I said, "Saturday? Was it Saturday?" He said, "Yeah, you were on the Saturday ferry. You won't wake up until Monday" He's apparently aware of what a 3:45am ferry arrival does to a traveler.  

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