We made lunch
in the parking lot of the Visitor Center. It, too, seemed to be undergoing a construction job. We were happy to have our home with us; we'd found nowhere to buy a hot meal since Haines Junction.
We pulled into a roadhouse with a restaurant
in Port Alcan on the Yukon side of the border. The operator seemed to be having a bad day, however, so we continued on. Tough living in such isolation, it seems.
We were pleasantly surprised to find the road much improved once we crossed the border. Travelling from here on became much less of a chore.