I barely remember this trip and all of these people in this picture. This was taken twenty-two years ago just after I met Lori. I remember the shorter, blond male, but not his name I fear.  Oh, yes, Harry, Harry Evans.  The man wearing jeans is, I believe, named Brian.  I ran with him and the fellow in the red shirt and the tan pants in the National Guard Marathon in Lincoln, Nebraska earlier that year.   We had a lot of fun as I recall.  I was very nervous about my part of the race, leg eight of an eight part race.  The race began in Skagway, Alaska at midnight and ended in Whitehorse, Canada later that same afternoon.  I do not recognize myself at all.  I know that I was exceedingly happy at the time having landed a job with the Guard as an electrician and having met Lori.  I was blissfully happy then, and busy, very busy. 

We drove to Skagway in a mid-size class C camper from Anchorage.  I recall there being many large frost heaves somewhere near Glenallen which was at the time still a well populated little town along the Alaska Highway.  Its shrunk now.  The collapse of the overland tourist trade has taken its toll on all the along the route. 

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