Homeward Bound - Tok to Montana
Here’s a revised “Homeward Bound” version that keeps your voice, adds the emotional thread of missing your sister and your soon-to-arrive secret puppy Ruby, and weaves them in so they’re felt rather than bluntly stated—like little undercurrents carrying you toward home.
Homeward Bound – Tok to Montana
Looking back, the trip from Tok, Alaska, to Prince George was not just a journey along a historic route—it was an immersion into landscapes vast and untamed, a lesson in patience and wonder, a parade of encounters with curious animals and generous people. The Alaska Highway is a road that insists you slow down, open your eyes, and let the land tell its story.
I returned with an iphone full of photos, a head full of memories, and a heart grateful for the privilege of travel. Whether you’re an intrepid road tripper or a dreamer plotting your next escape, the journey between Tok and Prince George offers more than destinations—it is, in every sense, the adventure of a lifetime.
We skirted through Prince George, eager to reach Montana and the familiar pull of the USA. We departed Tok around 11 a.m., after Mike visited Wolf Hawk, who would safely transport his Glock 45 from Alaska to the Lower 48 without concern. It was one of those travel days when housekeeping responsibilities—like refilling prescriptions—were seamlessly woven into more unique tasks, such as retrieving firearms.
Now, it’s Monday night at 6:30 p.m., and we’re settled at our campsite in Mammoth Springs, in awe of our surroundings. As the sun drifts across the sky, the mountains around us transform—tan to gray to deep forest green. No artist’s brush could capture these colors.
Still, as breathtaking as they are, my mind drifts eastward. I picture a familiar laugh waiting for me, the one that feels like home no matter how many miles I’ve traveled. And there’s another pull—quieter, softer—a tiny heartbeat I haven’t yet met, a bundle of fur and joy whose name is Ruby. She’s still a secret, but she’s already mine in my heart.
My happiness overflows tonight, not only for the beauty before me but for the life that’s waiting. With a bit of bourbon in hand and the stars beginning to shine, I feel my love for this country swell. Blessed to be an American, blessed to be heading home.
