The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
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From the cremation of Sam Magee, one of my favorite Robert Service poems. My favorite being “The Three Bares”.
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When I was 16 my dad got a camper cover for his pick up truck and built three bunks in it for a trip to Alaska from the Knoxville, TN area and back. Almost a month long trip living out of the camper and a motel room about every third-fourth day.
We went through Dawson City and saw cabins where Service lived and Jack London. We made it to Fairbanks and stated heading back. I got to see Lake LA barge {government sign naming it such} old gold dredges, Mt McKinley, Anchorage, and back home to Tennessee. Three years later I would be "seeing the world" as they called it starting with a trip down to Rio and back, to the Med Sea and back twice six plus months each. Then after that managed to see every state but Hawaii & Maine.
I remember in Alaska waking up and seeing a moose about 50 ft from the truck. This was in June so it didn't get dark.