Day 3 started out good.
As I had come in to camp the night before, I noticed the camp spot next to me was occupied by a BMW F800GS and a KLR650 (09 Model).
I did not see anyone up, so I guessed they were already sleeping.
I when I awoke this morning, around 6am, they were up packing and I went over to say “Hi”.
Brian and Ralf, the two at the campsite, were from Calgary heading for Prudhoe Bay. Having done Inuvik the year before, they both gave me some advice. One of which was to watch the Oil Level on the KLR at all times.
Both of them had 08 KLR’s last year for the trip.
Come to find out, Brian had the misfortune of seizing his motor halfway between Eagle Plains and Dawson.
I wished them safe travels, and went back to packing as they set off. They did invite me along, as they were traveling to Dawson first, but their overnight destinations were much different then my own, with longer days of travel.
After packing up, I set out on my way. About 40 miles up the highway, I realized I missed a turnout (About 45 miles behind) to Sulfur Gate, an area I wanted to take some pictures.
Instead of backtracking, having the misfortune already of doing that once, I decided to push on to Dawson Creek.
The ride, for the most part, was uneventful. Grand Prairie is a rather large town of 50k. I fueled up, set my direction towards Dawson Creek, and continued on.
Most of this area is flat plains like area, with a nice 110kp/h speed limit.
It didn’t take long to make the jaunt to Dawson Creek. I arrived sometime around noon, and stopped off at the information center, picked up a few post cards, and then took some pictures of the “Mile 0” Marker.
What surprised me, was that of all the pictures I see for the “Start” of the Alaska Highway, most people use the “Mile 0 Monument” which is located a block away from the actual highway.
The monument is just that, a monument built by the city to indicate they are the “Mile 0” City.
The actual Mile 0 Marker sits below the big Alaska Highway Sign in front of the Visitors Center.
As I went over to take a picture, a couple who I had spoke with inside the visitor center also made their way over. They were from Maine, traveling from Florida to Alaska. I took their picture, and then they took my picture at the monument. At about that time a carload of Australians stopped by and asked if I could take their picture, and another carload.
I am not lying when I say at one time, I had 4 camera’s dangling from my hands.
After taking a slew of photo’s, about 20 in all, I brought my bike over to the marker and took a picture of it in front of it.
After that, I suited up, rode the 1 block, took a picture of the monument, and head out on my way to find a camp spot for the rest of the day.
Wanting to take a afternoon off, I found a camp spot that provides free showers, free wifi, and has laundry facilities.
Cost is 22 dollars Canadian, which is not bad, considering I paid 20 the night before for a Provincial Park spot that just had a Pit Toilet and free firewood that I was not there in time to get any of. Not that it matters, the days are extremely long up here. I am in bed well before the light ever disappears from the sky’s.
So far, the guy next to me is riding a K1200L from Reno Nevada to Alaska, a bucket list item of his. He told me, camping is great when you are young, but this will be his last time camping on a trip, he’s getting to old for it, and would rather just have a comfy bed in a motel.
At least he’s out here doing it, and getting it marked off.
So with that, that was my day. Not a whole lot to update on. I will update this post with pictures later on, so check back with all of the articles for changes.
Until Next Time….