I am flying from Alaska to Minneapolis today. I will meet up with my grandson and drive straight through to Fairbanks. My first trip over the highway was in 1971 when I hitchhiked north when I was 17. I think this is the thirty fourth trip on this road. Although the route is the same the road is completly different. You were certain to get your windshield cracked and have flat tires. Now the biggest danger is hitting a large animal. My grandson completed his enlistment in the Marines and is heading home. His wife and baby flew north a few days ago. I have not seen him in a few years and jumped at the chance to spend the next few days on the road with him. We adopted his mother as a teenager and he is like my son.