But then the sun came out and dried us out. We made it to the Rockies and the road finally started curving. We passed the highest point on the Alaska-Canada Highway. Then the road got even worse. A sign said "Uncertain road conditions, next 200km". So the road would turn from pavement, to chip-and-seal, to pressed gravel, to loose gravel, to pressed mud, and back to pavement again every few kilometers.
And we saw our first bear. A cub, sitting next to the road, eating leaves and grass. He looked us right in the eyes when we pulled up next to him. Then just kept chewing. And we saw our first moose. Huge with huge antlers, just standing in a shallow pond, dunking his head and pulling up some plants from the bottom and just chewing them, uncaring of his audience. And another moose, standing in the road ahead of me. I gave a few honks and he ran off into the trees.
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