Touring the Great North by RV gives you
a wilderness experience with all the comforts of
It took me more than 25 years to get to this spot. I've been
looking forward to the day I would stand and gaze across this Great
Northern wilderness since I was old enough to flip through my
brother's illustrated Jack London. From the time I was a Cub Scout,
I've been hauling packs along muddy trails, paddling boats down
ferocious rivers, and collecting insect bites from elbow to ankle,
all in preparation for the moment I would first ply my woodcraft in
the promised land of wilderness recreation: Alaska!
And here I finally am, on a heavenly spring day near Cook's Inlet,
flanked by danger. On one side races a tide so treacherous that not
a boat braves its waters; on the other, a deep and dark maritime
forest is filled - no doubt - with critters clawed and hungry. It's
nature in the raw, just waiting to be subdued by a rough-and-tumble
adventurer like me.
"Daddy, can I have a Popsicle?" my daughter interjects.
"Sure, sweetheart, if you've finished your carrots," I say, turning
away from the spectacular view out the windshield and reaching back
into the freezer. "And tell Mommy to hurry up in the shower. We've
got another 60 miles to go."
And with that, we crank the motor and cheerfully move our
wilderness experience an hour farther down the Kenai Peninsula.
My first encounter with the Alaskan outdoors has come with an
unexpected indoor twist - a 29-foot rolling condominium that is
doing duty as my tent, my camp kitchen, and my transportation. Like
thousands of other first-time and repeat visitors, I'm seeing
Alaska by way of a rented recreation vehicle. The Anchorage airport
is surrounded by companies standing by to transfer you smoothly
from baggage claim to behemoth camper - scrubbed clean, fully
equipped, filled with gas, and pointed toward the backcountry.