Crossing into the Yukon for the last time (I will never again drive the Dempster highway unless they pave the god-forsaken road) , this is also traditionally where the road and environment step up and kick your ass. Still nice weather though, so we reamined optimistic that this was just another storm made up by truckers who wanted to stay at Eagle Plains for a few beers and a snooze.
Our first sign of trouble shortly after the border as the winds started to pick up into the 100 kph range, I can always tell when the trailer starts to off track, at this point it was about 2 feet out of line. Which is a brutal amount for a 12 foot trailer.
Not the most vista filled trip through the mountains we ever had but oddly enough I was afraid to blink. Oddly enough I'm going to skip the rest of the photo's for the rest of this day as they all resemble this one.