To the Yukon River & the Arctic Circle

The road to Coldfoot, Alaska. It's sprinkling a little. No biggy.












7/23/2010

Here's the card my wife Gayle sent me in Big Sky, Montana. Hello Sailor!














Yeah, I know, enough already with the Circle pictures. I took about 20 pictures here and like them all. I will sneak them in here & there.














My first picture.














My second picture. The suit & helmet I'm wearing allows me to be comfortable in the rain & cold. If it doesn't look like I'm enjoying myself, I assure you, I am.














Unique rock formations @ Finger Mt.



























I heard that this rock points to Fairbanks.












The rain hits hard, then sprinkles a bit. This is a piece of The Dalton Highway heading towards the Arctic Circle.














More Finger Mountain area architecture.














Can you find my bike in this pic?














This terrain looks like the summit of many mountains in New Hampshire.














A little rain never hurt any one. It does hurt a lot of picture opportunities.














I've seen a lot of these memorials on the Dalton.
I would like my ashes spread somewhere. Not sure where yet.


















This is my sunshine dance. I'm not much of a dancer.














This bike just keeps on keepin' on. I've been on this bike every day for about 8000+ miles & no issues other than a loose nut on the throttle. Yes, the rider is the only problem. Zero body discomfort. This is a nice ride...














A wee bit soggy. This road turns slimy when wet. At the bottom of the hilly sections is like driving through mashed potatoes. My first encounter with the thick, slimy mud was to take it slow. I only did that once. It seemed like the mud was grabbing the wheels & throwing me off balance. After that, I approached it @ 30 & hit it @ 50mph. To fast for the mud gremlins to latch on.


















Except for the lack of photographs, this is a fun ride.


















I'm not sure what the plants are on the shoulders, but, they seem to glow sometimes.


















I was cautious when approaching the trucks, because of what I've heard. I should choose who I listen to after I ask them if they have ever been there. Most of the truckers ride bikes themselves. Except for a rock from a pick up truck, I had no problems.














On to the Circle...


















I don't know if they stopped here to eat or if this is their base of operations. The prop is spinning & they're ready to leave.














This sticker is on the back of the mens room door. I like the idea of doing that route.














Trailer park architecture. Not that there is anything wrong with that...














I was worried they didn't have gas. I didn't see a sign saying gas anywhere. I had to ask.














A lot of fishing goes on here. I wonder what the big catch is?














The Yukon River Bridge.














Some kind of water.












It's raining again. I would love to see what's behind those clouds.















Asphalt comes & goes. There is probably a good explanation as to why.














It is only clear in one spot, kind of...














A clear piece of sky up ahead. Sunshine??














The Alaskan Pipeline pops up every once in a while. Rain















No rain














No rain












Rain




















The gravel continues.
















It doesn't look like bad weather ahead. Who can tell?














I'm pumped to be on this road. Not much traffic. The mysterious Dalton Highway. And Down the Road I Went...

Denali to Fairbanks to Dalton Highway


This is about mile 5 of the Dalton Highway. I'm a little nervous. More excited, I guess. I've heard stories from people that have only heard stories about the horror shows involving the Dalton. I've also heard stories from people that have done it & was told that it's not that bad, depending on the weather. I'm about to find out. It's starting to rain a little. I really didn't plan this part of the trip out with a map or pictures from previous riders. All I started out wanting to do was go to Alaska. I added a few stops in Alaska. Then from out of nowhere, I'm going to the Arctic Circle. It just seems like a cool idea.




7/23/2010

Yukon River, nice.
Coldfoot, nice.
Where's the Arctic Circle? ThomasThomas isn't much help. That is my destination. If the weather cooperates, I'll go as far as I can. I would love to get to Deadhorse. We'll see...














Yeah, the Dalton Highway. Not sure about the stickers.















Some good stickers. Some bad stickers. Enough said.















When I first saw this path through the hills, I thought this was the Dalton Highway. I was excited & a bit worried that it was going to be a tougher ride than anticipated.


















Is that the road out there?
















It looks like I'm headed in the right direction.















This is what I expected the Harley shop in Fairbanks to look like from other riders photos.
















This is the Harley shop in Fairbanks, AK. They sell/rent many other machines, other than Harleys.
























OK, Fairbanks. I would ride around a bit, then head north.














These 2 lovely people noticed my license plate & came over for a talk. They had lived in the New England area and were great to talk to. Lauren & Tony I believe their names are & both live & work in Anchorage. Tony called me a few days later to find out if everything was good. It was good. Good People.














A lot of road to cover. I thought I was in Fairbanks already... I must have missed it














The rain comes & goes. It's all good.














Alright, Fairbanks. Bright lights, big city...















Lahr-dee-dah...



















I thought I was in Denali State Park already. Great sign.
















This river flows with a lot of force. It's also very gray water. Wonder why? Research needed.















OK, nothing ate me last night.


















I wedged myself between my bike and these train rails, just in case. I'm about 30 yards from the track. Around 2am the train came by. I was half awake & not thinking clearly when I heard & felt the rumble. What the hell could that noise be? It was a 5/6 second moment of OH CRAP. I got over it.
















I should have known this was not an abandoned rail. Still maintained fairly well.


















I found a break in the woods & settled in here.














Need some firebush color right about now...













This is a GOTCHA. Very sneaky & often painful on a motorcycle. I'm low on gas & it's about midnight. Find a spot to sleep.




















An Igloo? I wonder when it had it's last tenant? I took a look inside & determined that it has been abandoned for years. Kind of spooky. I went in about 2 steps, then left quickly. A gut feeling to not go any farther. Weird.
I've seen 1 car in the last 2 hours. Tough to make a living without a lot of marketing in this neighborhood.














A CAR!















A different bike & I would go deep into these woods.















Anybody see Mt. McKinley out there?














While I see a man about a horse, I notice a firebush.



















I wait around a little and hope the clouds break.















There are houses on this road that must get super views 20% of the year. That is how often, I was told, that Mt. McKinley is clear.















I've been driving around the area waiting for a possible opening in the clouds. Not happening, so, down the road I went.