I saw this poem on a poster on the wall in the ladies’ bathroom at Nugget City:

The Great Alcan Highway

Come drive the great Alcan Highway from one end to the other
Miles of splendor and adventure, become a vein of northern gold.
One time in the summer, let the Arctic sun steal your slumber.
Again in winter, challenged, by the frost and bitter cold.
What a great highway, with its very few by-ways,
Just think, you’re heading northwest to the Pole.
Don’t wait too long to drive it, prove you can survive it.
You should go now, before your dream grows too old.

Come drive the great Alcan, from one end to the other.
Give a thrill, bless your bones, far from home.
The people you meet, and the places you eat and sleep,
Make it worth all the miles, upon miles, you roam.

So come drive the great highway, give thanks for those By days,
Don’t complain, till it’s explained, how the whole thing was done.
Take the trip of your lifetime, celebrate the grand northern lifeline.
The great deed done under the spell, the midnight sun.

J. Hamilton Clarke – 1989