The Road to Chicken…Alaska, That Is

A hoity-toity BMW motorcycle and its matching hoity-toity “BMW” tent in Fairbanks This is as close as I’ll get to “midnight sun” this trip. Sun’s not actually up this far south, but close enough. Taken at midnight on the dot. Not many pictures today, and not a lot to say. I’ve done most of what I rode today on the way up, so I was just going to hammer it through to Tok, hit the Taylor/Top of the World Highway to Chicken and on to Dawson City, YT.   I did get a picture of the flowers I’ve been seeing...Read more

Deadhorse: The Details

With 300 miles left to Deadhorse, it was time to get up and finish this off. And get up I did, considering that my body clock just keeps going backward and backward. If the sun bothered to go down, it didn’t try very hard. So up and at ’em it was, at 5:30 in the morning. Since I was up so early, I took the time to make some coffee and enjoy some delicious freeze-dried eggs. I’ve never had them (not a big fan of eggs in the first place, but I eat them anyway for protein), so let’s see...Read more
Deadhorse

Deadhorse

Long day, and low on battery. I normally charge my battery pack that I use to recharge all of my devices by plugging it to the bike during the day. Today that plug was used by the electric gloves. So a photo dump with brief descriptions, then more later. And yes, bringing a 110V USB charger would have been a damned fine idea.   Me, sporting my bitchin’ on-clearance goose down vest.   Look, people, if you’re going to walk your dog around the Arctic Circle campground, please pick up after it. Wait a minute…this just in: it’s not dog...Read more
Arctic Circle

Arctic Circle

Today’s goal was the Arctic Circle. My new riding buddy and I had decided to make that the day’s end and camp at the campground. Unfortunately I received a text from Jared over lunch that said he had some trouble with an item that had shipped to the trading post in Tok, as well as not being able to get a tire until tomorrow. I know how it goes, but I’m a bit disappointed. Jared’s a nice guy, and I looked forward to hanging out with him. I also was hoping to have a companion down the treacherous Dalton Highway....Read more
Alaska!

Alaska!

After “the ordeal”, I was going to treat myself to sleeping in. Sadly, the Harley-Davidson owners parked next to my room didn’t feel the same. Ya know, those things come out of the factory quiet. Oh, you didn’t know that? Probably not, because nearly every yahoo that buys one feels the need to announce “oh, did you know I own a Harley?” by putting loud pipes on them. Yes, it’s illegal. No, no one ever writes tickets for it. All that noise, and it still only puts out 90bhp? Sad, that’s what it is. I’ve had more than one person...Read more
Whitehorse and a Flat Part 2

Whitehorse and a Flat Part 2

After leaving a rest area along Highway 1. Or is it 97? The road is in Yukon Territories one minute, in BC the next, then back to YT. Well, anyway, I pull out of the rest area, and about 3 miles down the road the tire pressure warnings are lighting up the dashboard like a set of high-dollar driving lights. “Meh, it’s just being a worry wart. I lowered the pressures to see if it would make the Continental TKC70s suck a little less. I didn’t think I lowered them that far, though. I’ll air them up next time I...Read more

Whitehorse and a Flat Tire

Ugh, no pics from yesterday since I was busy dealing with a flat tire since 5:30 yesterday until just now at 3:30 today at Yukon Yamaha. The longer version will wait until I get a room at the Best Western and a hot shower and meal.   One thing that sucks, and one that doesn’t. First, our “Sux” award winner: Progressive Suspension tire repair kit. Junk, I doubt it would fix a simple nail puncture, let alone the larger hole in my tire. Stick with good ol’ fashioned string plugs.    Our “Doesn’t Sux” award winner is…the DeLorme InReach satellite...Read more
Day 2: The Wilderness Begins

Day 2: The Wilderness Begins

Another uneventful day, if a bit more lonely. 460 miles, says the GPS. That GPS unit handily connects to the bike’s computer, so I can reference all of the information in the comfort of my room without having to run out to the bike. It also tells me the lowest temperature it saw was 56F, high of 73F. Definitely cooler than it was yesterday.   “Wait a minute? A room? Stewart, I thought you bought a high-dollar tent because you eschew such luxuries as a room?” Meh, a bit of a story. We’ll get to that in a bit.  ...Read more
Day 1: Canadia

Day 1: Canadia

Skipped Williams Lake because:  1. The campground we’ve stayed at previously isn’t all that. It’s a patch of grass, next to a busy road, in the middle of a rodeo grounds. 2. It was only 3:30 in the afternoon.    So in to a provincial park. Much nicer: 487 miles for the day.   Oh, yeah, I’m out of order here. Me leaving the house:Read more