Starving in Chicken

3,498 miles after I left Bozeman, I arrived at Chicken, the tiny town in the middle of the wilderness where my Uncle and Slim Williams staggered out of the forest starving.

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There were days when I didn't think I'd make it.

The truck was way overloaded.  Sure, I'd added air springs and anti sway bars, but it was evil on ice.  There were times when I thought it would end up upside down.

When I arrived in Chicken 2 days ago they said, "the food truck hasn't come yet.  It was supposed to be here last week. Maybe next Friday."  In the meantime you can't buy a bite.  Except for little bags of potato chips, two bucks each.  Meanwhile, the border to Canada won't open for another 3 days. Problems with the ferry. The only other way to get to Dawson is to drive 735 miles down to Whitehorse and up on the east side of the Yukon.

 

 

I have a small stash of canned food. I had one can for lunch today.  Pea soup.  Any Questions?