Ah, the frost heaves of the
finally got us. We busted a spring on the trailer 120 miles east of Tok and 80 miles west of Yukon – about as far from help as you can get on the Destruction Bay Alaska Highway! I was able to strap the axle up and slowly move the rig a ¼ mile to a Jim Cook’s roadhouse and café and strip off the remaining parts and clean things up. A few phone calls searching for a mechanic with the correct spring and Charlie was on his way from . It took him almost two hours to get to us and with both of us working away we fitted the new spring. This was strictly a cash operation so we were left with literally no cash on hand after paying Charlie $400 in a mix of American and Canadian currency. We rambled down the road until dusk and tucked into a rest area with six other rigs for the night. Destruction Bay
In my own defense I must tell you I was driving slowly through the whoop-tee-do’s. Close inspection of the pieces of the broken spring showed that two of the four leaves had crack through some time before – probably on one of our Mexcio trips would be my guess. You can bet I looked the other springs over as well as I could for cracks. Check your springs right in the center of the leaf stack.
I only went 50 yards in a great cloud of smoke when the spring let go!
An eagle sat and watched us for a bit as it dried its wings. I took that as a good sign.