I decided I was fed up with hours of windshield time when I hit 225 miles, so I turned around to stay at Sheep Mountain Lodge. The closer you get to Anchorage the more impatient the traffic becomes. It's difficult to go from 65mph to a flying stop across rumbles into any narrow gravel turnout with tailgaters. I guess it's all part of the Alaskan redneck self image. No doubt there's plenty of traffic fatalities here.
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