My Dad took our family to Alaska in 1957, when I was 12 years old.
We drove to Alaska over the Alcan Highway, which was an adventure in itself. The Highway was not paved and there were few amenities or facilities along the way. We were pulling a small travel trailer, which added to the problems of getting thru all the mud holes and dangerous terrain.
It was a rough trip, but oh, so beautiful. Coming from Louisiana and Texas, this was God's Country. Mountains and lakes and wildlife everywhere.
When we arrived in Anchorage, 5th Ave. (one of the main streets) wasn't even paved. The town was just growing up.
Today it is the largest city in Alaska and very modern. There are several, huge, modern Super Malls; beautiful homes, parks, and civic centers. Yet, 5 miles out of town and you are in the wilderness.
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