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.
The Kroschel Film Wildlife Center
Ok, you’re finally getting some wildlife closeups and I even got to pet lots of the animals! It’s one of the few tours I’ve done on the trip, but well worth it. Even with the 41 Princess Cruise guests I didn’t know were going to be there :O
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.
Letting Karma Find Its Course
“Is anyone here sober” came the query as I shuffled back and forth toeing rocks and empty bottles out of my way looking for a spot for my tent. The only response was laughter, they hadn’t been sober for days. I already knew I wasn’t about to put up my tent, I was just acting busy waiting for the crowd to thin to find out who my neighbors would be. In other words I had nothing better going on, “Yup, I am. Stone cold sober.”