With a two-hour layover in Sitka, I decided to venture into the former capital of the Alaskan Territory. The Russians were the first Europeans to invade Alaska sometime during the 18th century. The Russians enslaved the native people of the Northeset, the Aleuts to brave a battle against the Tlingits of Sitka and the surrounding […]
Aboard my ferry ship and sipping a cold Alaskan Amber draft in the lounge about this 400 foot vessel – the Matanuska. My GPS is tracking the journey from the window in my 3 berth cabin on the port side of the ship. My sick bike, Doc, sits on deck #4. After an expensive $400 […]
Today was my longest day riding since I’ve been keeping records. Though after a quick review of my journey this leg wasn’t much longer than the jaunt from Fort St. John, BC to Watson Lake, YT. But I was committed to making this ferry that leaves from Haines at 1:15am (actually Thursday morning). For the […]
The Motorcycle Shop, Anchorage Alaska The good news about the Day’s Inn was the free wireless internet. The bad news is it sucks. Barely works. I tried to iSight (video chat) with Angie early this morning. This turned out to be a frustrating experience so we gave up leaving both of us grouchy and grumpy. […]
Denali National Park What distinguishes Denali National Park from any other National Park is that it is the first and only National Park that is solely dedicated to the preservation of wildlife. Other natioinal parks were created to preserve natural or environmental beauty. HOme to the tallest mountain in the United States, Denali is perhaps […]
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. […]
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 […]
“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 […]
