Wet and Elusive Denali National Park
In Fairbanks I began doing my research and getting excited to visit Denali National Park. A massive 6 million acre park that is kept as wild by limiting areas accessible within the park. Only one road services the interior of the park and buses are the only option to travel the road. Camp sites are located in the interior of the park, but reservations are usually needed. I was able to get in at the park entrance for two nights and had to live with that. Read more
Fairbanks Alaska
Silly me, calling ahead to order the parts I needed from Tok. Did I call because I was actually in a hurry for them? No, just because I was bored apparently. Do you get the feeling that not all went as I’d hoped? At least I still have to turning wheels on the ground. Here’s where I’m at. Read more
What’s In My Kitchen
I’m at 12 weeks of traveling, camping, and living off the motorcycle. You’ve seen plenty of pictures of my camps, but aside from my time with Joe, pretty much nothing about what I’ve been eating. My dining experiences have trended towards the do-it-yourself option as I’ve progressed similar to my choices on where to sleep have. The cost of eating out in Canada and Alaska have certainly been a factor with this. Read more
Motorcycle Travel Isn’t Always Easy
Leaving the Alaskan peninsula I was on a high from all the animals I got to see, touch, and photograph. Not only that, but I had a plan. To sneak up to Dawson for their music festival then head to southern Alaska. It meant there would be some backtracking and seeing roads twice and I was ok with that. I had a few days to make it there in too.
Extending the Detour
For a change I actually went to exactly where I’d planned to the next day and the few following. The flat tire 20 minutes into my departure from Atlin did slow me down some though. Luckily it was an easy fix and it was comforting knowing that the family from Edmonton I’d hung out with the previous night wasn’t far behind in case I had trouble. They pulled over in a hurry when they saw me, but I was all set by then.
Ride, Ride, Detour
There it is, Mile 0 of the Alaska Highway. Wow, I’m really getting up there!
I came to it early in the day in Dawson City, British Columbia. I admit, I was ignorant as to why the Alaska Highwya starts in Canada 1,500 miles from Alaska (and why it’s in miles). Now I know, it was built by the US Corp of Engineers during WWII to bring supplies and weapons to Alaska to fight the Japanesse.




