Hundreds of miles and hours of daylight were spent taking us to Wednesday's destination for Fort Nelson, British Columbia where we would spend the night of the ninth. Anyone who has driven the Alaskan Highway, also known as the Alcan Highway will warn you to take some important items. We had a reliable vehicle, David's 2007 Pontiac Solstice. We also had the necessary items for road travel, but we had to add plenty of bottled water and a roll of TP. In the winter it's also necessary to have plenty of blankets, or sleeping bags. Services are few and far between on the Alaskan Highway, and should you break down, the wait could be 24 to 48 hours. Cell phone service barely exists at a few of the lodges along the way.
We finally arrived in Fort Nelson somewhere between 11 and midnight. The sun was setting later now, so dropping into the local Boston Pizza to put up our feet wasn't an issue. We ordered drinks and pepperoni pizza from our waitress. The drinks came and the hostess kept them full. David noticed that people who came into the establishment after we did were already dining.
"Everyone is eating except us!" David said in an observant voice.
"They must have ordered pasta and that doesn't take as long," I answered.
He flagged down the hostess to find out what had happened. "Oh," she said. "I thought something seemed kind of funny... Let me find out what happened to your order."
"The reason better be a good one, because we haven't seen her since we ordered."
She briskly walked away and maintained the same pace when she returned. "I found your order. Kristi just found out that her friend died and left as soon as she heard the news."
David decided that the reason was good enough and we were promised our pizza in another 8 minutes. We got a break on the tab and left with satisfaction.
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