Unfortunately, this is where the trail runs cold and our journey comes to an end. The following photos, save for the first, have proved impossible to ascertain their location.

This is the old terminal at Ted Stevens Anchorage International Airport (or, as it was known then, just Anchorage International Airport). (aside: how messed up is it that the airport is named after someone who later died in a plane crash?)

I was able to determine this by a) it looks like an airport terminal and b) comparing the rooflines of this old photo of the terminal:

So, we know they made it as far as Anchorage, 3,332 miles (5,362 km) “as the crow flies” from their starting point. Quite the range for a few weeks of exploring by car (and, for part of it, ferry).

The following nicely show the homemade bumper/moose guard/rock catcher that they probably-wisely added to their car:

I imagine that for my grandparents and their traveling companions, who’d lived in Texas most of their lives, had never seen this much snow and had to stop and play in it a bit:

The rest of the images are completely unclassifiable as to their location. I suspect someone who’s not me could identify where the GM dealership was or where the lodge-looking building was or the location of some of the others, but nothing I can find makes it possible for me to ascertain their locale.