One of my father's cousins bought a retired Nashville Tennessee city bus in the late 1950's, packed up his family and everything they could load into it, and drove to Anchorage Alaska. Back then, most of the Alcan highway was a poorly maintained gravel road. He spent the rest of his life there, working as a civilian electrician on the DEW line radar sites that watched for nuclear bombers. In the mid-1980's we met his widow and one of his sons when we visited Alaska.
Jerry
