Chicken or Bust

Top-of-the-World Highway

From Dawson I rode straight uphill to the Top-of-the-World Highway, a 66-mile ride to the most northern border between Canada and the US. I was lucky to have the sun on my back the entire day. 

Here are a few shots from the ride: 

A couple days after I finished this pass, I met a woman in the campground who asked if I was the woman who got chased by a grizzly riding this pass. What? Are you kidding me? Turns out an RV came along just in time and saved the day. So, ya, shit does happen.

Chicken

Chicken proved to be a little slice of heaven, or rather a big slice. I indulged in a few slices of wood-oven baked pizza, blueberry pie with ice-cream, a huge chocolate chip cookie plus an enormous cinnamon roll and to top it all off, a beer on tap. Sick.

Then to help burn off my treats, I did a little pole dance in the Chicken Salon. An Aussie hanging out asked if I wanted to “blow my panties up” in this little contraption made and patented in Chicken. The remaining panties are then hung from the ceiling of the bar along with hundreds of other obscure items. I told him that I’d love to, but then I’d have to come back and retrieve them in the morning as they were my last clean pair. In the end, I decided against it.

Josh, our dorm mate from Florida with a sweet Southern drawl, treated us to a royal b-b-que. Delicious.

The ride goes on. I’ll keep you updated as temperatures plummet at night here in Alaska and Canada.

Final destination Haines, Alaska then on the Alaska Marine Highway ferry to Bellingham- a five day, four night ride through the inside passage. A good way to reflect and decompress before hitting the ground running once again.

Cheers,

Denise