Category: Alaska by Bike 2014

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 …

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 …

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 …

After 10 hours of riding we finally reached Whitehorse a little after 6:00PM. That meant the day was all over bar the drinking. According to them as knows, there’s about 33,000 people in the Yukon, of which 23,000 live in …

Dease Lake is, we were told by a friendly waitress in Smithers, the biggest place on the Stewart-Cassiar highway and worth stopping at. She was right, it is the biggest place for miles around, but that’s not to say that …

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 …

Our first experience of British Columbia’s provincial parks was very positive. Neat and tidily laid out, the park at Meziadin Junction lies next to a beautiful lake with the same name (the Meziadin bit, not the Junction bit). With mountains …

In the not so distant past I was an avid long-distance bicyclist. Not ultra-long distance, but training rides of 90 miles on a given Saturday weren’t outside the norm. At my peak Lance Armstrong was still a force to be …

A slim, rangy man, about my age sat at the table next to ours. The North Country Inn is a German  restaurant in a log house with a large stuffed moose on the wall. As soon as I sat down …