Category: Alaska 2019

I decided that my back needed a break and have stopped in Colorado to park the bike and take it easy before flying to Michigan for a planned annual golf trip with friends. From Idaho through Montana and Wyoming I mostly rode in the rain and encountered high gusty winds. Riding into Denver the temp was over 100 degrees so I wasn’t too disappointed to get off the bike. I set up a gypsy camp in my friends empty condo so had a roof over my head. Most days I got out on the trails for some long and easy hikes and got in some Pilates and stretching on the mat. I haven’t tried yet, but feel like I can swing a club without pain. Guess I’ll find out on Thursday, our first of 3 tee times over the weekend.

I fly back to Denver on September 9th and will leave Colorado on the bike sometime that week, probably heading east. It’s now been a week and a day off of the bike after 48 straight days and just over 10,000 miles since leaving Virginia back in early July. Looking forward to a fun weekend with friends in Traverse City this weekend!

Today I rode highway 3 into Osoyoos and wow! The views coming down the pass overlooking Osoyoos Lake were pretty impressive to say the least. The clear sunny day really made the reflections coming off the lake really pop a beautiful clear blue. Unfortunately all the scenic turn offs were in the eastbound lanes. With a dividing wall in between lanes – I assume to keep cars from head on collisions through the hairpin switchbacks and distracting georgous views at every turn – I had no opportunity to stop to take a picture. I did get some video while riding down so hoping it came out. My video camera has been hit or miss on actually recording and producing usable files. Every time I pull the card from the camera to check the footage out on my computer, I find I am missing lots the shots I know I recorded. On top of that, a percentage of the files that are on the card are corrupted and just show black screen when trying to view the video. I guess I got another lemon with this helmet cam – my second as this one is a warranty replacement for the original which had completely failed on the South America trip.

My destination for the day was Cawston which is just a short distance northwest of Osoyoos. Cawston is a small valley town loaded with fruit orchards – and lots of fresh fruit stands! I was there to visit my friend Cynthia who I originally met in Panama a year ago December. Last summer I also had the pleasure to meet her friends Rosie and Vanessa on my way up and down from Alaska. They are great people and loads of fun to was really looking forward to the visit.

Shortly after I arrived at Cynthia’s orchard cabin, we headed out on the bikes up a dirt track and then back down a narrow one lane trail to a nice quiet lake. It was a hot day so a cool dip in the water was so refreshing! I am now quite sure my rear shock has lost all its oil and is more or less useless. Riding up to the lake on the rough uphill sections was a challenge as my rear tire wouldn’t stay on the ground. With no rebound dampening for the shock, the wheel just bounces up and down on the spring uncontrollably. I was a bit worried because there was a lengthly narrow downhill section coming down to the lake that I had to ride back uphill on the way out. Luckily I made it without incident but it was hard to finding the right speed to get the rear wheel to stay on the ground and maintain some traction.

That evening we connected with Rosie and Vanessa and enjoyed some delicious morel mushrooms (that they had picked and frozen earlier in the season), veggie sushi, summer cocktails and local hard cider. The local fires last summer had produced perfect growing conditions in the spring for the morels to thrive. Morels are not farmed and must be wild gathered so it was a special treat! We ended up eating, drinking, chatting, laughing until almost 2am! Such a good time with friends! Cynthia is leaving for her motorcycle trip south to Ushuaia in about 3 weeks. I’m so excited for her and can’t wait to follow her journey through Mexico, Central and South America! Thank you so much Cynthia for your hospitality once again and I hope to see you again someday soon!

Tuesday morning I packed up slowly and didn’t end up on the bike riding out until about noon. Probably was procrastinating because I knew I would be leaving Canada on that day. After the past 10 days I have decided without a doubt that British Columbia is my favorite of the Canada provinces. It’s just so beautiful and diverse. I still haven’t visited Manitoba, Newfoundland and Labrador and Prince Edward Island so technically haven’t been everywhere in Canada but so far in my travels it seems BC would be tough to beat! Newfoundland and Labrador is still on the riding wish list so hopefully will get to see that province someday soon. Word has it it’s pretty darn good too!

I made it only to Spokane on Tuesday – had to stop due to the 100 degree heat across northeast Washington. The hot wind was like a hair dryer on high setting, was inescapable and making me sick to my stomach. Camping wasn’t going to happen so I grabbed a cheap motel with air conditioning by the interstate. I spent the afternoon/evening drinking water, reading and basically doing nothing. I didn’t even go out for dinner and just ate from my bag of granola/gorp. Wednesday also turned out to be crazy hot so I decided to stop at noon and camp in Coeur d’Alene by the lake. The weather was supposed to turn cooler on Thursday so I decided to just wait out this heat wave. The lake and the shade trees in camp were much nicer than trying to run interstate in the sun and heat. It was so nice I even took a nap under a tree on my Pilates pad. Some days it’s just nice to not be on the motorcycle and this was one of them. My wait it out strategy paid off – this morning it is in the mid 50’s and forecasted to only reach the high 70’s at peak for the day. It appears I’ll probably hit some rain down the road at some point but will have so much better riding temperatures!

I road out of Revelstoke south on 23 towards the ferry at Shelter Bay in good spirits – no thanks to my back but to the weather I was riding towards to the south and the overall forecast for the next several days. Sunny and warm! I also was excited for the loop I was about to ride. I had ridden much of the route last year but it was in the rain for the majority of the day. Wet roads require much slower speeds anyway…plus the overall tension I personally experience riding twisty wet roads – thinking the back end is going to cut loose at any moment, you get the idea.

Last year we had to wait almost 45 minutes to load the ferry at Shelter Bay but this year I pulled up and the lines were already moving forward to load. This ferry station has nothing else there where some of the others have some commercial activity at dock. I remember distinctly the coffee and delicious fruit tart I had at the Balfour ferry station last year and was looking forward to the same treat this year. They bunch up all the motorcycles together on the ferry so there is time to chat it up with fellow riders. Many of the guys on this ferry were going to be doing a short day and staying in Nakusp. We stopped for lunch last year in Nakusp and it is a really cool little town so was planning the same this year. After a 30 minute or so chug across the lake I rode off the ferry south on 23 with blue skies and cool perfect temperature. What a great day to be riding in BC!

Arriving in Nakusp right at lunchtime I parked and walked into Chumley’s for lunch. I knew the food was good having chosen the same lunch spot last year. Several other bikers were there and were camping in the municipal campground and were talking about what a good time they had last night socializing with all the other bikers and travelers. Nakusp is an annual site for a Horizon’s Unlimited meet each year in July and the that campground is taken over by attendees during the long weekend event. This year it was held a little earlier or I would have tried to attend. I have attended Horizon’s meets in Virginia and North Carolina where Ken and I were presenters on our trips around the world and to Ushuaia. After lunch I was convinced to cut my day short and spend the night in Nakusp. I’m glad I did…the campground was packed with bikers and travelers from all over the world. It was a great night socializing and making new friends.

Sunday morning I rolled out of my tent barely able to straighten up. I took a walk to try to loosen up before packing up my camp. After the walk I made coffee and did the daily safety check on the motorcycle. Today I noticed a new oil leak (I have had a permanent leak from a crack in the oil sump for 5 years now) coming from the rear shock. I’ve had that shock rebuilt once already but that was now 16,000 miles ago so appears it is due again. Hopefully it doesn’t get any worse. I may have to avoid off-road for the rest of this trip to preserve it. My camp pack up routine usually takes about 30-40 minutes but now moving as slow as I am it is taking well over an hour. Very frustrating…it’s been 5 days now since I tweaked it. The longest previous back episode lasted about 10 days or so – hoping I will be back to normal soon.

Despite my back misery and the discovery of the rear shock leaking, I was in a great mood because it is sunny, warm and I was going to ride 31A on dry roads! I reached the turnoff and switched from the Coffee Break Spanish podcast I was listening to and went to music. What a blast it was dancing through the turns! I almost turned around and rode it again it was so fun, but instead started thinking about the bakery in Balfour and a fruit tart.

I arrived to the Balfour ferry dock to already crowded lanes, got off the bike and started taking off my Helmut when the cars in front started moving forward. I glanced up at the sign and saw that I had arrived just as the hourly ferry was loading to make the run across the lake. Rats! No fruit tart for me! I couldn’t believe that both ferries this year were blindly timed with a zero wait. I couldn’t justify wasting any of this beautiful day waiting for the next ferry so boarded right away. More riders to chat it up with again on this ferry. I tend to draw the attention of other riders with my not so pretty 25 year old pig of a bike. Most everyone else I run into are on much newer BMW’s, Harley’s, Honda’s, etc. Part of me would love to have a newer bike but honestly this one still does the job and I don’t really have to worry about anyone messing with it once parked for the night. Much more inviting motorcycles are always parked near me so I know thieves will never be drawn to mine.

Rolling off the ferry I headed south on 3A towards Creston. Last year I spent two nights in Creston and remembered a good Indian restaurant in town that I was targeting for lunch. Unfortunately, when I arrived to town and pulled up in the street next to the spot, it is closed for lunch on Sundays. I’m striking out on food today! So instead I gassed up, hit a grocery store and bought a couple of the vegetable curry pastry triangles (I think they are called Samosas) you find in groceries all over Canada. They really are good but probably not as good as lunch at the restaurant would have been.

After Creston I continued east on Highway 3 to Grand Forks. After 3 nights in a row camping my back needed a break so I got a room at Johnny’s Motel on the river at the edge of town. I was blown away when I walked into the room after checking in. It looked like a brand new model room. Later while in town having dinner, I found out why it was so new. The entire town had experienced a 200 year flood in May of 2018 and Johnny’s Motel was under water. It had been completely redone and had just re-opened earlier this summer. I can’t even imagine the amount of water that it took to overflow the banks of the rivers (the Granby and Kettle Rivers confluence in Grand Forks) – the river bank next to Johnny’s is at least 25 feet up from the river at it’s current flow! The motel was opened by Johnny in the 50’s and has changed hands several times over the years but has kept the name. At one time it was owned by an Englishman and the tribute to England is still displayed proudly out front as can be seen in the picture included in this post.

Today I am heading east to Cawston to visit Cynthia, Vanessa and Rosie. I stayed at Cynthia’s last year on the way up and got to meet her friends Vanessa and Rosie. Then met up with them again on the way down and camped out in Creston with them. I originally met Cynthia in Panama on the trip to Ushuaia. She is planning to leave on her own trip to Ushuaia this fall. They are all really good people and I’m looking forward to seeing them again today!

I got a late start out of Prince George Wednesday morning. My back is really acting up again so the packing process is getting quite slow. I twist or turn the wrong way and the result is super sharp pain in my lower spine. I made the spontaneous decision while packing up to head down the Yellowhead towards Jasper. It’s about 400k to the park entrance and a really pretty ride. By the time I got to the park entrance, it was late afternoon so decided to look for a strategic place to camp to hit the Icefields Parkway early the next morning. I found a campground on the Robson River and slowly set up for the night. I’m trying to be as careful and as possible on my back. Just getting on and off the bike, moving my left leg to shift, etc. is difficult and awkward. It had cooled off to a perfect evening temperature by around 7pm. I haven’t used the camp chair I have carried along for over 8,000 miles now but tonight was able to put it to use. I hiked to a nice spot downriver with my iPad and read for a couple of hours listening to the soothing sounds of moving water. The days are getting shorter as I head south – the sun is setting around 9pm now. Just a few weeks ago it was straight up daylight until almost midnight. I prepared for a cold night and morning as temps are forecasted in the high 30’s/low 40’s. I have a sleeping bag liner that gives me a few degrees below what my 35 degree bag offers. This year I have a better sleeping pad with higher R rating than the one last year so not getting the cold coming up from the ground that I was getting last year.

I packed up and got moving early Thursday morning, paid my park fee and was on the parkway by 8:15am with very little traffic. I was geared up and plugged in due to the cold temperatures. Jasper is a really beautiful park with glaciers receding down tall mountain peaks. Like in Alaska and everywhere else on earth, the glaciers are slowly disappearing. Better get out and see them while you still can. I made more stops than usual just to get off the bike ands stretch my back. I really tweaked it good and it’s getting more and more difficult to ride and function. Sleeping in a tent probably isn’t helping it any. I picked up some more icy hot back patches in PG but they don’t seem to be helping much.

After a late lunch I turned off onto highway 1 through Yoho National Park towards Golden. I was hoping for a bed at the Kicking Horse Hostel but they were full so I settled for a campsite at the municipal campground in town. It was a nice spot on the Kootenay just upriver from the confluence with the Columbia – and walking distance to the Wolf Den for a beer and dinner. I met some really cool people at the Wolf Den – backpackers, hikers and mountain bike enthusiasts in Golden for the launching spot that it is for all these outdoor activities. It was raining a bit when I left the Wolf Den so glad I had set-up camp earlier. It rained lightly on and off all night which produces a nice sound on the tent fly to sleep to.

The next morning was clear and and dry so I waited a bit for the sun to come up and dry everything out before packing up. I once again rode through Glacier National Park of Canada (3rd time now) but this time could actually see the impressive mountain peaks popping in and out of the clouds. It’s really a pretty ride between Golden and Revelstoke and on my 3rd try, I finally got to see something other than low clouds and fog. I arrived into Revelstoke around 2pm and rode around town looking for a lunch spot and settled on the Village Idiot (great name!) for a late lunch. After procrastinating for almost 2 hours at the restaurant, I decided to look for a place to stay the night. Unfortunately, Revelstoke is expensive! I couldn’t find anything under $100US so decided to camp again. Probably not the best for my back but good for my budget. The first two campgrounds I checked were already full for the night but the 3rd had spots available. The tent spots were tight and I barely had room for a tent and my motorcycle. It was still early so decided to take a long walk around town to see if it would loosen up my back. After walking almost 3 miles I still felt sore so broke out the mat back at camp and tried some more stretching. Nothing seems to be working – in fact it feels like it got worse since I got off the bike 6 hours earlier. I really need to step it up on the Pilates once I’m back to normal and try to increase the strength in my core.

This morning I am at Starbucks (Tim Hortons was slammed busy!) drinking coffee and using the wifi trying to decide where to go next. Thinking to make a run down 23 to Shelter Bay and take the ferry across the lake, run down to Nakusp (hip little town) for lunch and then hit 31A over to Kaslo. I ran this route last year and it was a good ride. 31A is a twisty road connecting Slocan and Kootenay lakes. Hoping my back hold up for the day. It was hurting bad this morning so downed a few Tylenol even before packing up camp. It feels a little better now but if I twist or move in the wrong way I get that sharp pain in my lower spine. It’s really pissing me off a bit at the moment and I’m not sure what I can do. I will probably try to find a bed tonight if I stumble upon a reasonably priced motel. So far the weather looks good so there is that to be happy for!

As I arrived to the turnoff for Alaska Route 10 to Chitina and the start of McCarthy Road it was already raining lightly and it looked dark and very iffy to the east. It’s about 17 miles to Chitina and then about 60 miles on the gravel/dirt to the town of McCarthy. I was debating if I should wimp out due to the rain and uncertainly of the road condition when wet. After the episode on the Canol – dropping the bike and having to deal with getting it back upright by myself, I’m having negative thoughts. This road should have more vehicles due to the attraction of visiting McCarthy and the Kennecott Mines, but I actually wasn’t sure what to expect. The DR650 I rode up here last year was probably 250 pounds lighter the this 1100. I could just pop off the duffle off the tailback and fairly easily get it back up by myself. My back is finally starting to feel better and I don’t want to screw it up again.

I decided to run to Chitina and go from there. When I got to Chitina I decided to go for it and headed out into the light rain. The speed limit on the road is 35mph and honestly probably went even slower through most of it as there are many very sharp turns. I never really lost traction but certain spots looked slick and much of it was very rough with washboards and potholes. The potholes are a bit hard to judge when they are full of water. I took some pretty good hits that I wasn’t really ready for. I decided to stand up to better balance out the suspension. Soon the rain let up a bit and had periods of sunshine peeking through the clouds. The Kuskulana River Bridge most definitely got my heart racing and adrenaline flowing. It’s over 100 years old, 775 feet long and vertigo inducing 238 feet above the bottom of the gorge. I was glad to be over it but already thinking about having to go back over it again on the way back.

I made it to the end of the road, parked the bike and hiked into town across the footbridge. The bridge for vehicles is private and only can be used by residents of the town. I grabbed a coffee and ate a couple of bananas I bought earlier and made off for the return trip to back to Highway 4. The bridge was just as scary the second time but I focused my vision forward this time so was able to keep a better line with the bike. Still was glad again when it was over. I continued on enjoying the winding and undulating track when in the smooth sections and cursing it when it returned to the washboarded and potholed rough sections. There has definitely been more vehicles on this road but I only ran into one motorcyclist on a KTM 990, originally from Argentina but currently living in LA. He was heading out to McCarthy as I was coming back but we both stopped to chat for a bit.

Six hours after making the right turn onto Route 10, I was back at the same spot, this time turning right to head north. I really enjoyed this ride and glad I went through with it. All the dirt tracks I have ridden in Alaska and the Yukon come with incredible scenery with each having its own identity and its own version of naturally created beauty. McCarthy is more like the Canol than any of the others I have ridden. Both McCarthy and the Canol are pretty narrow with zero shoulder and have long sections through thick forest and tall brush areas. I didn’t see a single wild animal out or back on McCarthy Road but expected something to jump into the road around every curve. On the Canol I saw several Moose and Deer and a one bear. McCarthy should be a can’t miss for anyone on a proper bike with tires that can handle some dirt. It’s an extremely remote area in an already remote state so be prepared. As I turned north, I knew I had another decision to make in about 30 miles.

The Tok Cutoff is the most direct route back to Tok. The longer way is to continue up Highway 4 and then drop back down the Alcan. It is roughly double the distance to go around but on decent chip seal and tarmac. I had heard from several other travelers that the Tok Cutoff was totally destroyed and they had hated every minute of the trek. The guy I talked to the other day said he would absolutely go around if he had to do it again despite the two extra hours of travel. It looked dark and raining up the Cutoff so decided to keep heading north and go around. 20 minutes later I came around a corner into a wall of low dark clouds. I pulled over to gear up and get my heated liner and controller out as I was about to get wet and cold. Just a few minutes later it started to rain and didn’t stop until over 3 hours later – about 25 miles north of town. At times it was pouring and I had a hard time keeping my shield from fogging so I had to keep the speeds down.

I arrived in Tok a little after 9pm and after stopping for another salad bar at Fast Eddy’s, headed to Thompson’s Eagle Claw Campground to spend the night. I hoped there would be one of the eclectic structures available so I didn’t have to pitch a tent. I dried out a bit in the last 15 miles but not completely. The jacket and Helmut were super damp when I put them back on after dinner. I pulled in and did a loop through the camp and found it deserted so had my pick of anything. There is a tent cabin, and a tepee – dry, but both would let in mosquitoes so I would have to burn the provided coil stick repellents. There is a converted ambulance that was sealed enough to keep the bugs out – but that seemed like a bad omen so passed on that. There is a private little cabin, but $40 – the most expensive option. All the other shelter options are $25 except the bunkhouse cabin and school bus bunkhouse with both communal and $15 per bed. I chose the bunkhouse cabin knowing I would have it all to myself for only $15. The small cabin had two bunk beds, a comfortable couch and a little propane heater.

As I opened the left box with my camping gear, I found the inside soaking wet. It seems that I had closed the top hatch on top of the metal zipper for the lid bag leaving a gap in the rubber seal that faced forward. The rain had made its way into my pannier soaking everything. I took all the soggy gear out and poured an inch of water out of the box. Now I was even more grateful I had a roof and some heat. It was still full on daylight at 10:30pm despite the overcast skies. I started reading hoping my sleeping bag would dry to a bit – and after 2 hours it did not. It was almost 1am so I climbed into the wet bag and fell asleep to be awakened by rain on the metal roof about an hour later. It ended up raining on and off most of the night and into the morning so I’m glad I didn’t have to pitch a wet tent on top of sleeping in a wet bag.

This morning I woke up early and took my time getting packed while enjoying some camp stove coffee. Since it was raining and cold I was in no hurry to get back on the bike. I didn’t end up riding away until almost two hours later and decided I was going to head back towards the border and the Yukon Territory. The constant rain in Alaska is taking it’s toll on my mood so I think I need to try to find some better weather.

I’m now at Fast Eddies grabbing a quick bite, double checking weather forecasts, and accommodations down the trail and updating the blog using their wifi. I just booked a room at the Wild North B&B in Whitehorse – a hostel type place where you get your own bedroom but share bath, kitchen and living areas. It had received good reviews and was the cheapest option in Whitehorse. It’s not raining at the moment but looks like it could start again any time. The temp is only in the low 50’s at the moment and forecast to barely reach 60. It was aparently in the low 40’s last night. Seems the summer is coming to an end up here in the north as the highs and lows forecasted in the region are low 60’s and low 40’s. It’s probably a 6 or 7 hour ride I have ahead of me but all on the Alcan.

It was raining again when I left Fairbanks and since every direction looked ominous I decided to jump back on the 3 and head south again. The weather forecast said no rain today in Anchorage and rain all day in the Fairbanks area but I’ve found the forecast up here to be highly inaccurate. I didn’t get to see much on the way up the 3 and the way back down was more of the same. Low clouds were stuck to the mountainsides like glue. Very disappointing as there are impressive peaks off this highway…like Denali (formally Mt McKinley) – the highest peak in North America at 20,156 feet. Obama (rightfully) officially approved renaming it Denali in 2015. Denali is also the third most isolated peak on earth after Mount Everest and Aconcagua in Argentina. But once again, Denali was buried in the clouds somewhere off in the distance.

The clouds were beginning to break up a bit to the south as I passed the park entrance and touristic area. I reached Cantwell and while filling up with fuel made a game time decision to hit the Denali Highway again – hoping for better weather and visibility this time around. As I turned east it didn’t look great at all. But after riding about 10 miles I could see the clouds starting to break up even more. Then the sun actually came out! The next three hours I was in heaven enjoying this amazing landscape. Ancient glaciers had cut through the space leaving marshy grasslands, rivers, streams and lakes. The glaciers are still in existence and receading up the mountainsides off in the distance. The contrasting colors of blue, green, white and rust made for an eye pleasing experience. Since I had just ridden this stretch from the other direction I didn’t have the usual hesitant/negative thoughts I get when riding a new remote dirt track by myself. I just was able to relax and enjoy the ride and space I was in.

Alas, all good things must come to an end it seems – just as I got off the Denali to Highway 4 the clouds were closing in again. Both directions were the same so I chose south towards Valdez. After about 15 minutes of riding south I was again getting crushed with rain and high winds. As I approached the Tok Cutoff I debated heading back to Tok but decided to continue south instead. I got to the turnoff for Alaska Route 10 which hooks up with McCarthy Rd in Chitina. I want to ride out to McCarthy as it is supposed to be an amazing ride to the remote town of McCarthy and the old Kennecott Mine, which is a National Historic Landmark. But on a wet day like today, and late in the afternoon was not the time to attempt this so I continued south to Valdez. As was the case in Anchorage, there are no cheap accommodation in Valdez. I settled on a campground just north and got set-up just before it started raining again. I spent the night in my tent reading until it got dark around 11:30pm. It would rain on an off the whole night which is a pleasant sound to sleep to in a tent.

This morning it was still sprinkling a bit as I packed up so everything in my boxes are now wet too. I keep one side box for the wet stuff and the other side I try to keep dry for electronics and such. I rode back down into Valdez to see what there was to see and ended up grabbing breakfast at a deli near the docks. Valdez is actually quite a scenic town with mountain peaks surrounding the inlet – and is where the Alaska pipeline ends. I’ve now been to the start of the pipeline in Prudhoe Bay where oil is extracted from the oilfields and now the end of the line in Valdez where the oil is shipped out. Someday hopefully the whole process will become obsolete with renewable energy supplying our needs.

I’m here now at the deli using the free wifi and plan to head out to McCarthy. Probably won’t stay overnight there as it is expensive so it should be about 5 hours round trip out and then back to Highway 4. Still hoping to see a Grizzly at some point – from a safe distance!