Originally Posted by BlazingPedals

I got married in 1978, and my bride and I had to drive to where I was stationed: Anchorage. The first day of the trip was the day that blizzard hit. The freeways were okay, but we had one storm after another chase us all the way up. The stretch between Whitehorse and Tok was especially fun. As the road turned away from Kluane Lake, it was a total whiteout and I had to steer by the faint shadows of trees to either side of the road -- all of 8 feet from us. There was no sky or road, just featureless white everywhere. Once that cleared, most of the way from there to the Alaska border was just 2 tracks in the snow. To this day I'm still amazed that I stayed out of the ditch. On our first night in Anchorage, we got 2 more feet of snow.