Ice Cube Chronicles 2: The Horse de Blanc de Blanc

They’ve outdone themselves, that car rental company that starts with a “B” and rhymes with “fudge it.”
Well yes, our dog less sled did come with snow tires this time around, ( a novel concept for the for-mentioned organization), but my spider sense was tingling when our “service” agent mentioned there was a crack in the windshield, and that it was “the last vehicle if it’s kind” left. 
The crack turned out to be a spiders web. Hence the senses tingling. 
As luck and company practice would have it, we drive away entangled, seeing the Alaska Hwy. in the fifth dimension, or at the very least through five divisions of windshield. 
But through the myriad of altered perspective, outside the web it’s gorgeous. 
The northern light this time of year would make Rick Steves blush. 
Stunning is the word to describe the mountains surrounding our Yukon River trail. 
It’s 1 degree, and colder in Chilliwack than Whitehorse, who knew?
The two Earlies with our Mark’s Work Warehouse shields of environmental elemental protection, 
Complete with Muk luks and Siberian winter crash helmets, are now peeling the layers off like an onion. 
I’ve set our Zamboni’s interior climate control on “igloo”, and the radio dial is locked on country music. 
It’s Day one of the Great White Northern tour, and we’re looking for a Superstore to get some sunscreen and flip flops, ( with winter tread mind you), don’t wanna slip on the ice.