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we decided not to go to the office today and instead catering to the chores, cleaning the bike, doing laundry, etc...
Tuesday, August 2
housekeeping day
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we decided not to go to the office today and instead catering to the chores, cleaning the bike, doing laundry, etc...
The Mighty Yukon
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we have to use the 'George Black', to get across the river to go to town and back to our temporary homestead.
in Dawson
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Dawson, the center of one of the greatest gold rushes on history, is still today an intriguing place. unpaved streets which turn to mud tracks in rain; boardwalks you walk on instead of the mud; building sinking slowly in the permafrost ground. saloon where the nights end in bright daylight (sunset is around midnight). other bars where the drinking ends because of good old fashioned bar fights.
I shouldn't forget to mention the sourtoe club which involves an old shrunken human toe (think of an old man's toe, all yellowed...).
Monday, August 1
on the campbell highway
it can't get any more remote than that. partially paved but mostly a gravel road it goes from watson lake to carmacks passing 2 real ghost towns. traffic was minimal to say the least. 9 cars in two days on 500 miles.
arrived in the Klondike!!
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we made it to Dawson today! what a ride!!
we are staying a day or two, so I have time for blogging... check in later!
ride to salmon glacier
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incredible scenery and an awesome dirt track ride. this is the best glacier viewpoint you can get in Alaska! 20 miles out of hyder toeing the border to canada it is in misty fjords national park reps. tongass national forest.
riding the cassiar
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motorcycling of the finest order!
the scenery is so beautiful and the road goes right through it!
steeply sloped mountains capped by ice and snow fields or cut up by glaciers.
along the road beaver ponds alternating with meadows and lakes. then for miles a curtain of spruce on either side. the highway gently curving and snaking up and down through the terrain.
the traffic is hardly mentionable. we counted literally almost more bears than cars. every dozen of miles we would see black bears on the shoulder and once there was a grizzly.
at 5 we called it quits and set camp above a lake. no one around but us and a few moose (I guess). the lake water smooth as glass, the air quiet except for the chattering complaint of a raven.
Friday, July 29
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