Atop the Haines Highway Summit lies a small green survival shack that Brooks and Gregg discovered on their bike ride south three years ago (almost to the day). The hut is as small as they come, but somehow has room inside for a wood burning stove, two plywood bunk beds, a table and a few chairs. There was no way we could pass this gem and not call it home for a night (at least in Brooks' mind). So, spend the night we did.
On a cold candle lit night, we feasted on designer Asian noodles and flipped through the log books that chronicle the history of the hut and all its visitors. Once the squirrel activity outside settled down, Sierra called it a night and we followed suit shortly thereafter.
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