Soooo, Chuck ran into a bit of bad weather. In fact the weather was so bad he felt the need to completely change the plan mid-drive. After he called and said, "Hayley, I can't tow this trailer any further, I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't do it anymore, I just can't," I drove home and started searching for a new plan.

My first idea was to call Pack and Ride, hoping they could load all of our worldly goods into one of those giant semis who keep flying by Chuck on the Alaskan Hwy. The nice gentleman on the phone quickly advised Pack and Ride doesn't ever travel through British Columbia or the Yukon. Instead they choose to ship via ocean liner. The guy also added that I wouldn't find any moving company willing to go through that area.

I then proceeded with the plan B....www.uhaul.com. Fortunately, Fort Saint John offered both a drop off point and a storage facility. So, after what seemed like endless amounts of 69 cents per minute, minutes over the phone, Chuck drove to the Anthill Storage Complex and unloaded our things over 1300 miles from the original destination.

Poor guy, after unloading the trailer he discovered that he had buried the tub full of his work clothes and has to go dig it out this morning. On the bright side, he is a great digger....so...yeah. Also, he was told to go spray the trailer off before getting credit for returning the thing and found the ice had grown so thick under the trailer that it was scraping the tires.

Incredibly, I am perfectly ok with this new scenario and have a God given easy feeling about the whole thing. I am a little concerned about the rest of his trip, since there is nothing but snow and mountains ahead of him. But, I've been praying...a lot...and I know there are others praying for him also. So what can I do? I sit and have faith and be calm. Of course, Chuck is the one doing all the stressful driving and here I sit blogging about it all.

Since there has been no luck in the snow chain department thus far, Chucko plans to head over to the Ford Motor Company this morning and talk to them about snow tires (we have excellent all-terrain tires but it seems the real deal would suit the weather better), winterizing the truck (since we could find no one in Alabama able to find the necessary parts for winterizing vehicles to withstand -50 temperatures), and maybe an oil change. Fort Saint John turned out to be a great place to need things. Thank you Fort Saint John!

Another bright side to the change of plans include:
Maybe Jekyll and Hyde, the dog, and I can fly to Fort Saint John instead of Fairbanks, meet Chuck there, load our stuff back into the trailer, and travel those last 1300 miles together. It was disappointing when I realized we couldn't made the trek together, so maybe we can get a taste of that cross country trip this way.