Gonna keep it short on words here, I still adjusting to life at home, but I wanted to share these images from our final night at Tailgate and our drive home.

It hurt too much to say goodbye, so after the perfect day and a hilarious BBQ/rap battle/dance party, we silently snuck away into the darkness and made a break for the Canadian border. 

Final BBQ at Tailgate Alaska base after the perfect day

After a week of battling some of the most vicious elbows I've seen, I finally got a piece of fresh Alaskan Salmon

Shed legend Terry Kidwell enjoying his salmon. It was truly a day for the books on the Thompson Pass, everywhere you'd look, you'd see another hero.

Vera getting down to the beats.

Camp filmer/photographer Beav from Sun Valley. Super good guy but the funny thing was, the first time i quickly met him, his beard threw me off and I thought he was in his 40s. Then, each time I'd chat with him, I would swear he was five years younger, until someone finally told me he was 27! oops...

Perata wrecking shop in a heated ping-pong tourney inside the yurt.

On the road again and Vera's stoked we made it through the border no problems... always an adventure with those Germans let me tell you...

The mighty Yukon Territory is amazingly beautiful, and surprisingly filled with a ton of impressive mountain ranges, including these which I dubbed "UFO Range" since they either reminded me of a flying saucer or a moonscape, I am still not sure...

Caribou on the Stewart connector highway, which is a shorter but slightly sketchier highway we took on the way back home. After 30 or so KMs of ice road trucking, which Dave Short handled like a champ, and I pretty much cried the whole way through, we got to enjoy some awesome scenery as we headed back into the lower half of British Columbia.

We drove from Tailgate to Whistler in 44 hours, straight, which required a constant rotation from driver's seat to shotgun to catching a few hours of (bumpy) sleep before your next shift at the wheel. The funniest part of all that is waking up and having to ask where the hell you are. Morning in Smithers not long before Josh went delirious after a slightly-too-long night shift. 

Just hours from home. The sun was shining and Shorty had an idea.

Josh was hesitating a bit too long for my tastes so with a bit of help, in just the blink of an eye, he no longer held the "longest since bathing" title. Sorry bud.

Taking it like a champ.

Seeing the top of Highway 99 always seems to signal the end of a road-trip to me. It's still another 4 hours to Whistler, but it's home turf and without fail, I'm always hit with a bitter-sweet mix of happiness and sadness as I make that familiar turn. All good things must come to an end, all bad ones too I guess, but it always hurts just a little bit to leave that road-trip spirit behind.

We might be home but I still have a bunch of awesome stuff to share so keep your eyes peeled as I continue to post right here...