In search of the ultimate road trip adventure, I jump into “the Dub,” my indomitable, second-hand VW Beetle, and drive alone from my home in New York City to the very end of the northernmost road in the Western Hemisphere. This was in Alaska more than 50 years ago, back when it had only been a state for about ten minutes. With very little planning and even less money (I'm holding my last quarter and dime when I got home), I experienced a series of extraordinary incidents that opened the door to a life of adventure in the wilderness.