A little note here: Before I even started on the trip, I was at Supershoe on the Carlisle Pike (for Michele and Sherilyn, this is very near Mechanicsburg ;) ), buying a pair of super-duper cold weather boots. We (my dad and I) kept asking questions about extreme cold, limits of insulation, etc. . . . Finally the woman serving us asked, "Jeez--where ya' goin', Alaska?" "Uh, yes, as a matter of fact--I am leaving later this afternoon." She felt soo bad about that.
And here are some things that I forgot to mention when I first made this(these) page(s): Addendum.
Duncannon to Fairbanks
The first night I just drove out to Ohio. Oddly enough, I almost had a wreck on the Penna. Turnpike--very shortly after I got on. Some guy decided to stop dead in the left hand lane. I also got to drive through some tunnels that I only vaguely remembered from early childhood. That was pretty cool. In Ohio, I got to see a friend of mine that I hadn't seen in some time. I got to meet his new dog-dude "Hunter," (He was most bodaciously cool.) and his new linoleum lizard. That was cool.
Michigan
This one from Detroit just says it all--exit 69 for "Big Beaver Road." :)
And of course. . . . 
Interstate 69.
Here is a great big bridge that connects Michigan's upper and lower penninsulas.
The only stats I remember about it are that it is significantly bigger than the Golden Gate Bridge, and that it has 43,000 _miles_ of wire in its cables.
Driving on national route 2 on the upper penninsula, I thought I was losin' it, when I saw an eight-foot chicken.
But no, there he was--plain as day. I was thinking about Joey - Dude and the Moogster. :)
This picture did not come out well at all, but here is (state) route 69.
Wisconsin--come cut the cheese with us
Betcha' di'n't know that was now the official state slogan, now did ya'?
Not terribly long after this, I was sitting at the northern extremity of Wisconsin, watching the northern lights, and listening to a song that I have been obsessed with since I first heard it in 1976, I think--"The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald." I was taunting Lake Superior, saying, "I'm on la-and! I'm on la-and." Anyway, this was the first point at which I felt good about the trip I was taking.
North Dakota
Here is the geographic center of North America--in Rugby, North Dakota. You could see some recent tornado damage on the eastern end of town; if I had had my head on straight, I would've stopped and asked about it, 'n stuff.
I guess there is just not all that much to do in North Dakota; here is, no joke, "Bingorama." :P
I thought you guys might like a look at a North Dakota rush hour. This is within five miles of their second largest population center. Yee-haw!!
There _was_ one thing in North Dakota that I did want to take a picture of, but couldn't. There were these small lakes, just about everywhere. The road didn't bend--at all, for the first 2/3rds, or so, of the state, and the highway just went through these. There was water about two feet below the road surface on both sides of the highway. It was really kind of cool. I couldn't take a picture of it because the state was "flatter'n a piece a' toilet paper"--so one just couldn't get a reasonable view of it all at once.
Montana
I quite literally smoked the brakes slowing down from 70 miles per hour going downhill to catch this one. Here "the Jakester" is--all the way in Montana.