We camped at the Tok River Campground - Tok is pronounced to sound like Coke. This is the first public campground that we have found open since central Washington. There is still some snow around the grounds and over parts of the river but the roadways are all clear.

This morning the weather was again bright and sunny with blue sky as we left Kluane Lake. The road followed the western boundary of the St Elias range for nearly another 100 km, before the country to out left opened up and the St Elias mountains finished. There after we had the company of the Wrangell Mountains to our west.

The mornings travel was slowed by the effects of frost heaves on the roadway. Frost heaves are sections of road where either the underlying permafrost has melted allowing the road to sink or where moisture in the road base has frozen and expanded causing the road to lift up. Regardless of which of these it has the effect of placing sharp ups and downs in the roadway which demand a significant reduction in speed. The road gangs have attempted to mark all damaged sections with red flags but really there are too many, so we needed to drive even more slowly than would be normal.

We saw a couple of places along the way where engineers have attempted to ventilate the earth under the roadway by inserting large pipes into the ground. A weird sight.

Late in the morning we stopped for a break at Beaver Creek and thought we might call in at Buckshot Betty's but alas it was closed - like most of the establishments along the road so far. Immediately outside Beaver Creek we passed the Canadian Customs building and 30 miles later entered the USA at the - non existent town of - Port Alcan. Now we are back with pounds, gallons, and miles. But - fuel does not look any cheaper.

By mid afternoon, the Wrangell Mountains had given way and on our left we were accompanied by the front peaks of the Alaska Range.