When I completed my first road trip to Alaska (from Michigan), many folks back home asked if I would do it again... initially my response was no - the negatives of the trip fresh in my mind, the expensive of it fresh on my balance sheet, I was happy I went but not so blown away that I was eager to head back right away.
Now that my trip is six months behind me, the rose colored glasses of nostalgia have me thinking of another trip.
I now know more what I liked and what I want to avoid. For example, the Cassair highway was some really rough road, and as I drove North on it, I was telling myself I'm surely not going to make my return trip on this awful road. So on my return I drove south-east on the Alcan to Dawson Creek and then from there to Grand Cache. The stretch of road between Dawson Creek and Grand Cache was in good shape, but oh so BORING. Nothing to see but trees and the clear cuts belonging to the earth-rape that is hydraulic fracking.
I want to give Alaska another chance, and maybe I'll take an airplane and rent an RV instead of driving the one I own, so I can have more time. I left Alaska somewhat dismayed, my visit ruined by wildfire and rain with thick ground hugging clouds. When I go back, it's hard to say how I'll do it. I hate to rely on other peoples schedules and equipment, so flying and renting are real turn offs to me. On the other hand, it takes about 10 days to get from home to the Yukon / Northern BC where things start getting interesting, so that means if I drive, twenty days are gone before the trip really starts.
As far as having seen the scenery, yes I saw some, but it's good enough it's worth seeing again and again. I had visited in the spring, before summer turned everything green, before the masses arrived, when snow still covered the mountains and many mountain roads were closed. As big as Denali and the range it's part of are, it was all buried in thick clouds for days. Friends I had met while traveling reported waiting a week in DNP, and the last few days of their visit, the skies parted and they were treated to a sight of the mountain from its base to its peaks. Much of the Kenai was blanketed in noxious smoke from a wildfire that had started just as I arrived, and wasn't brought under control until my time in that area had run out.