“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, […]
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 […]
The construction crew got up much earlier than me. Careful not to wake me they grabbed coffee to go from the pot brewing in the living room and went to work on the road. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I wandered into the bar area where Ron, Carol’s husband, was shooting the breeze with […]
Seriously. If you were heading in the direction of the Arctic Circle, which way would you go?
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
“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. […]
For the last two days I’ve been cruising my motorcycle across forests, muskeg, mountains and waterways on the Alaskan Highway — also referred to as the Alcan. This road was built by two teams of U.S. Army engineers starting in both the North and the South on March 9, 1942. The road was built largely […]
It’s time to chime in about a few perceptions, pet peeves and overall feelings I’m having as I make my way through the Great White North and into the Last Frontier. First? Bugs. Yeah. Those pesky flying or otherwise space invading creatures that can make life very uncomfortable for a WorldRider (any motorcyclist actually). The […]
