Entries by allan

To The Denali Highway

Before leaving George’s last night I had the pleasure to meet to fellow riders. Jose, the lawyer from Florida had been on the road for more than a month and who was looking to cross the arctic circle twice in the same trip, had a bit of a spill on his way up the Alcan. […]

Leaving The Arctic Ocean – The Deadly Dalton Redux

Bad things could have happened today. But thankfully the wind had blown the smoke away for the first couple hundred miles revealing the scenery I had missed yesterday. The arctic desert, tons of Caribou and somewhere out there Dall sheep and grizzlies. The first 20 miles leaving Deadhorse today were the most nerve racking and […]

To The Arctic Ocean – Day #2

“Can’t buy it or sell it; and if we catch you drinking it we kick you out.” It was a humble and welcoming greeting I received after riding 240+ miles to Deadhorse through the winding roads of the arctic tundra and north slope dodging hunters and holding on for life as haul trucks spit gravel, […]

To The Arctic Ocean – Day #1

If you’ve been following my ride for the last week or so you’re undoubtedly sick of hearing about this Dalton Highway, or the haul road as it was called before it has become something of a tourist attraction for the adventure minded looking to brave it to the Arctic Circle and for the perhaps suicidal […]

So What If I Did Make A 300 Mile Wrong Turn?

Riding into the sunset sounds alluring, romantic and paints a seemingly scenic word picture, however the reality of such an activity on a rocky, dirt and sandy road is far from the wonders and thrill of an Alaskan motorcycle ride especially after riding a long 6 hours on the same road. Riding the same road […]

When Is A Circle Not The Circle?

With clean laundry, a hurting foot and a thank you note on the counter, I bid Stormy’s pad farewell and head to DHL to be finally reacquainted with my long lost but not forgotten PowerBook. But finding the DHL office proved to be a challenge. I take the Chena Hot Springs exit and flashback to […]

The Trail Ends & Stormy Nights In Fairbanks

I was so close. I could nearly taste the Yukon River and the biting cold of those infamous winters that put Fairbanks on the map as the coldest in the country in the deep dark winter. But with virtually endless daylight, I press on pass Eilson Air Force Base, the town of North Pole and […]

Pushing It (gas) To Delta

“Gas?” the young lad yelled as he rode his John Deere lawnmower in my direction. I was just 300 yards from the Texaco Station in Delta Junction when my bike puttered to a stop. And the only gas I carried at the time was some remaining white gas (camp stove fuel) for my MSR stove. […]