One is apt to meet friends along the road. After driving up a steep hill on a road in British Columbia, I pulled my car into an rest-area and soon struck up a conversation with Sam and Carolyn. They live in North Carolina but were driving to Alaska for a good vacation. Little did we know that for the next week our paths would cross several times in camp-grounds, restaurants, and along roads. It even came to the point where they found themselves in Juneau by unforeseen circumstances. I, of course, treated them to the best that the capital city had to offer.