The Alaskan Highway

Being we got a late start we ended up in Tok for the night. We misread the border timeline and thought it closed at 8pm. We were wrong but had already mentally prepared for a good night rest, one last Alaskan dinner, and a good microbrew. So we stayed in a nice little cabin, almost bought a sleddog puppy, listened to Mia scream herself to sleep in a new place, and laid our heads down preparing for the massive journey. After some homemade belgium waffles in the morning we continued forward. The Lord blessed us with a new birth certificate for Cora with Hahn as the last name, and me as the father. This would prevent us from any paperwork headaches at customs. Turns out...Canada doesnt care who comes into their country. I think I barely got the van into park before they waived us through. Interesting I thought. Nevertheless, it was painless and into the Last Frontier we journeyed.