This morning I made a run for the border and it turned out to be a different experience. I crossed through the Canadian side and stopped to take the following photographs:

I then drove another 12 miles before I found the US border. What is this 12 mile strip in the middle and whom does it belong to? The US approach to immigration was also a little different. As when I entered Canada I had to stop the car about 100 yards from the border and wait for a light to turn green before proceeding. The difference was that the border agent looked at me through binoculars before changing the signal to green. What is the appropriate etiquette in this situation - should I have waved or just pretended that I hadn't noticed what he was doing?
I must have looked relatively harmless as I was allowed to re-enter the US. I then proceeded to Delta Junction and the end of the Alaska Highway. I was now an official survivor of the Alcan - so I bought the t-shirt to commemorate this.
From Delta Junction I headed north to Fairbanks. The scenery was spectacular with views of the McKinley range including Denali.
Just before Fairbanks I made a stop in North Pole and visited with Santa (no, I am not making this up). Santa was making a list and some of you need to start cleaning up your act...
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