Tune: Over the river
Over the mountains and thru the snow,
out of Alaska we go.
Dad knows the way to drive the bus,
Oer the white and greasy roads.
Tears come and go as we've said goodbye,
to many, many friends.
Who've been to us like family,
In this far away Northern land.
Over the border and now on in,
to Canada we go.
The frost heaves are high and we bump along,
as on and on we roll.
Breanna and Levi are having fun,
and little Andy too.
They love the bus, the big blue bus,
that we've packed all our things into.
to be continued....
(Sorry, I have more pictures but they are on the camera and Tyler just headed out with it to load things up again- we got the luxury of a motel last night!) Wi-Fi in Canada is .... uh..... lacking.
P.S. photos are from way back in Wasilla.
