Enter the Rockies
Day 9 – Sunday, July 5 Yesterday we made it to the beginning of the Alaska Highway. Confusingly, it doesn’t actually start in Alaska, but in Dawson Creek, British Columbia. We still had all of British Columbia and the Yukon to ride through before the road enters it’s namesake state. We stopped for the night just outside of Fort St. John, had dinner and made another new friend who we rode with for most of the day. The Alaska Highway was originally built by the Army Core of Engineers in... Read The Rest →
Enter the Rockies
Day 9 – Sunday, July 5 Yesterday we made it to the beginning of the Alaska Highway. Confusingly, it doesn’t actually start in Alaska, but in Dawson Creek, British Columbia. We still had all of British Columbia and the Yukon to ride through before the road enters it’s namesake state. We stopped for the night just outside of Fort St. John, had dinner and made another new friend who we rode with for most of the day. The Alaska Highway was originally built by the Army Core of Engineers in... Read The Rest →
Getting to the good stuff
Yesterday we got to beginning of the Alaska Highway. Now for the fun part. I’m sure their will be lots to tell about tonight. From pics-day 8
Getting to the good part
Yesterday we made it to the start of the Alaska Highway. Now we’re getting to the good part….
Fellow Travelers and New Friends
Yesterday we woke up somewhere just outside of Winnipeg. It was a good riding day – great weather that urged us on past 500 miles – a good thing since we’ve been playing catch-up for the last few days. As we’ve ridden west, rolling hills have given way to open prairies. Unfortunately for us, a lot of the scenery earlier in the trip was obscured by the rain and fog on our face shields. But as the weather was a bit more gracious the last couple of days we seen... Read The Rest →
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Oh Canada!
There’s something remarkably therapeutic about riding the last 140 miles of the day under clear, sunny skies. It goes a long way in mending the insults and injuries from the weather and luck over the past couple of days. You forget that just 3 hours ago your fingers were numb and you were sitting in a cafe clutching a cup of coffee working up the gumption to get back on the bike. Instead, your head is clear, you’re feeling good and you’ll be sad to call it a day when... Read The Rest →