Friday, July 23, 2010

Deadhorse to Colfoot to Fairbanks 22 23 /07/2010





























Apparently the day we came through from Coldfoot to Deadhorse we were the only Bikerrs (that's what they call people that ride bikes, for you non Kiwis readings we are just guys ridin bikes , strange Ah!! . but i like being called a Bikerr )( anyway back to the story) that came through lots turned back at Coldfoot and some just waited . The next day a group of guys came in from Portland and i was standing by the bike and they came over a said "you that kiwi guy that came through yesterday " I say "Yeah why" and they say "yeah some guys were tellin us about ya" and that was all that was said really so i guess they just wanted to see those kiwis that were Crazier than Hell I guess .
After a day off the bike with no where to go no shops to spend money (and I'm a happy guy , I love these places )we are up at 6.00am with the sun shining and a beautiful clear sky we are ready for the trip back to Coldfoot . Well if ever i felt like breaking into song it was today , for the first time we rode with the sun at our back and joy in our hearts and a road that was just like Tarmac all the way back to coldfoot , it was hard to believe that it was the same road that we came up on . The scenery was fantastic with wide open plains and mountains as well , but what surprised me was the lack of snow around on the mountains . There was more on the mountains down at Seward than up here , but it was a lot colder up there .
We meant to stay in Wiseman for the night but I missed the turn off (it is about 13mls north of Coldfoot )so we stayed again in the work camp at Coldfoot , it was $199us for a room just big enough to fit 2 beds , but we had a great nites sleep .
Coldfoot to Fairbanks was even better then the day before so we flew like ducks at duck shooting season it was great . I run into a couple of hardcase guys at Yukon they were helo pilots and had a what looked like a (i can't think of the name , you know one of those Helos that they had in Vietnam ) we had a good chat and we were over the Yukon and gone .
On the way back we came across the guy in the Photo walking to Deadhorse , I stopped a took a photo . he was a Dutch guy i think and he had walked from Vancouver and was walking up and back again (and they said we were crazier than hell ) .
The photo of the guy with the BMW had run into a Moose 4 days before and his bike was pretty beat up and so was he , but he was still goin up (good on him Ah )
The other photo is me taken a midnite Ruth was in bed .
A couple of young Bikerrs that we had run into told us to go stay at the University in Fairbanks and it is only $43us a nite , so we are here for 2 nites so I can get the bike cleaned up and a bit of a rest and on the way for more adventures .
I also found out that the hill that i pass the truck down is called "Beavers slide" and is notorious for accidents and people sliding off the road .
Looking back on the last 4 days and the trip up to the Top of the World , I believe that we are lucky to have experienced the Worst and the Best of the Dalton Hiway . The worst being all the mud and rain and stress of staying up and being able to handle it , and the best being able to fly home with the road just a little damp and no dust . If the road was fully dry it would be a dust bowl , and I don't know what would be worse .
Thanks to all you guys for your comments it is encouraging to know that someone is interested in my gabble and our experiences .
Next we are off to Tok about 320kms

3 comments:

  1. Of course we're interested in ya gabble! We would like a request soon! says Doug - something about the rockie mountains high - John Denver!! I'm so glad we are praying for you!! Beautiful day here - just like spring! You can smell it in the air! Your bike surely needs a clean - amazing how much dust can collect! Did you guy to the Chena springs? - they are thermal hot pools, says Doug! Enjoy, Lots of Love, Doug and Wendy xx

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  2. Only over a month late -- I wonder if you'll ever read my comments. I have a friend who worked on the Alaska pipeline back in the 70's. One of his friends was nicknamed "Furface." He lived in a cabin by himself and was eaten by a bear. That's my image of a typical Alaskan. Jenny SF.

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