Yep, it’s true. I made it back without incident. Now, let me tell you how it all went down… From Haines Junction, Yukon, Canada, I rode a magical 146 miles to the small port town of Haines, Alaska. I spent three nights, four days on this gorgeous expanse of land because I never wanted itContinue reading “Home Again”
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Golden Days
I can now check the Dempster off my bucket list, but the adventure continues… Dawson City After hitching back to Dawson City, I hung out with Linda and Peycho for a couple of days to regroup before starting another segment of the ride. (Scroll through the slide show). I got lucky. For the first time,Continue reading “Golden Days”
To the End and Back
Eagle Plains and Beyond For virtually my entire ride, everyone told me that I’d better hurry because “Winter is coming.” You’ve got to be kidding me, I thought. It’s only mid-August for God’s sake. Now I know that when people in the know tell you what’s going on, believe them. I rode into Eagle PlainsContinue reading “To the End and Back”
The Dempster
During the entire ride on the Cassiar and also heading west on the Alaska Highway from Lake Watson to Whitehorse, I kept asking all the bikers that I’d come across riding south if there were any bikers heading north. All of them told me there is a Canadian two days ahead and a “crazy” BulgarianContinue reading “The Dempster”
Bears, Rain and Serial Killers…Oh My!
I left Prince Rupert the moment the sun came out, and rode 95 miles to Terrace. Suddenly, my whole mindset changed as I rode through gorgeous scenery on a good road with a wide shoulder and few cars. This is what’s it’s all about, I thought, as I left the rain behind, at least forContinue reading “Bears, Rain and Serial Killers…Oh My!”
Griz Country
In Gris country. I’m fully armed. It’s a good day to die young (or older). She-RA jumped ship. Now I have the mighty eagle feather to protect me. I’ll be following the Skeena River up from Pr. Rupert the first day. Apparently, it’s the longest river in North America unobstructed by a dam. Who knew?Continue reading “Griz Country”