The Perfect Vehicle
We headed south along the Icefields Parkway through some of the best mountain scenery on the entire planet. If there was one reason the border between Canada and the United States was set at the 49th parallel, this was it. …
Ay Chihuahua!
Highway 29, also known as the Don Philips Way, is the road less traveled out of Fort St. John. It follows the Peace River along its tall bank through rolling farmland that made a pleasant change from the endlessly identical …
Andy, Sven’s Hostel and Into the Wild
When we first met Andy on the road heading north I assumed that with her big white Ford F-350 and air of self-confidence she was an oil company executive on a mission. Perhaps there had been an case of sexual …
Hey! Hey! Hey! It's Prudhoe Bay!
The run out to the Arctic Ocean north of the Brooks Range is wilderness in the truest sense of the word. Trees pretty much give up just south of the Atigun Pass, which at 4,500’ isn’t all that high, but …
Trust and Muddy Truckers
Motorcycling is an act of trust. Some believe it to be an act of recklessness, but like almost any pastime that purports to cheat death, motorcycling is ultimately an act of trust. The rider has to trust his machine and …
Burning Rubber
An hour out of Portland on our first day we pulled over and ate lunch at the Playa Azul in Kalama. It wasn’t so much that we were hungry, it was more that we needed a break and the timing …
Stewart to the ALCAN – Part 2, The Bugs
Bugs – why did it have to be bugs? I rolled over and imagined how Indiana Jones might have felt if his worst nightmare had been insects rather than snakes. Our peaceful little slice of Canadian heaven in the twilight …