I awoke this morning at 5am to the sun already steadily in the sky. A giant orange golden globe somewhat shielded by the heavy moisture in the air, providing an onlooker to stare at it in amazement.
I decided to take a shower first thing this morning. I quickly made my way to the shower rooms, took my shower and proceeded back to my camp to start breaking down.
As I arrived, Doug had just awoken and was having his morning tea.
After a bit, he came over, and we both spoke awhile, talking about where each other would travel that day.
Myself, finally packed up for the most part, and Doug packed up, we discovered our stops over the next few days were in the same towns.
With that, Doug offered to ride together until Whitehorse, where we will part ways. Him continuing West on the Alaska Highway, and myself turning my bike North along the Yukon Highway.
It wasn’t long after leaving, and heading down the highway that we came across a sign that pointed to the Old Alaska Highway. A alternate 10km route that would take you over the original Kiskatinaw Curved Bridge, the only timber bridge left usable to this day.
We stopped at the bridge where a crew was cleaning it. So the pictures I do provide later may not provide it very much justice as they were blowing the dirt off of it with a high pressure air compressor.
The workers however their, were extremely kind, allowing us to pull over, walk around, and take pictures, even giving us some history on the old bridge.
We then set out, met back up with the Alaska Highway, and continued on our way.
We had 300 miles to travel today, and much of the country looked the same. There was not a whole lot to stop and look at, but we did a couple times to rest, and at those points I snapped some pictures.
Don’t get me wrong when I say that it all looked the same for the most part. Beauty is beautiful, no matter how much it repeats itself.
We made our fuel stop in Sikanni Chief, where they had “Alaska Highway” road signs for sale.
I purchased one before really thinking about where I was going to put it on the bike. At 15 dollars Canadian, it will make a great novelty gift for someone, maybe my parents?
I eventually found a place to put it securely between my spare rear tire, and my dry bag that is attached on top of my top box. I will again have to figure out where exactly to put it once I change tires and am able to dispose of the old one, but I will worry about that bridge when it gets here.
We set back out, and let the miles pass us by until we made it to Fort Nelson, our destination for the day. Upon arriving, I tried to find a hardware store that would cut a spare key for my bike. Unfortunately neither of the 2 stores carry the right key. I had forgot my spare key, a “Just In Case” to ease my mind at home.
What brought it back on to remember, was accidentally tripping and bending my key slightly. I had to carefully bend it back in place to make sure I did not break it.
At the second hardware store I visited, the gentleman there told me I should have no problems finding a locksmith in Whitehorse who will be able to make me a spare. So hopefully I don’t end up being a total klutz, and loosing or breaking it in the next 2 days.
Doug decided he was going to take a Hotel Room for the night, as he didn’t feel like dealing with setting up camp. Myself, I came to the west end of town to camp.
A very interesting campground with an on site restaurant and saloon all done up in old western like, with old lever action rifles as door handles.
I decided to sit in a room off of the saloon to charge my laptop and get on the internet, and while I had internet for all of about 10 minutes, while making a call on Skype to my friend Beige (Hi Beige!), the call was dropped due to the internet going out.
I later found out that a wildfire on Pink Mountain may be the culprit.
Shortly after the internet going down, an older couple sat down at the table next to me. The wife got out her laptop and asked how the internet was, and I let her know it was down at the moment.
The usual where you from, where you been conversation began, and the two of them were traveling to Fairbanks from the Upstate New York area new Buffalo.
A long ways they had traveled, and we discussed routes.
They would be staying in Watson Lake the next night as well, letting me know what campground, in case we should run into eachother again. I told her about “The Milepost” book, and how it outlined all of the fuel stops throughout the Alaska Highway and surrounding Highways. She was very interested in it and I offered her to come by later on and take a look at it after they finished up dinner.
The have an RV directly across from my Tent Site, so when I told them I was riding on a bike, they knew who I was.
She was amazed at my ambition, and how I had planned and proceeded with the trip. How I packed my own food, and bits and pieces that may be needed along the way.
As their appetizers came, I excused myself, as to not interupt their dinner, and headed back to my tent site to make my own dinner for the evening. Cheese Tortellini in a Meaty Marinara Sauce. Yum!
As I was finishing up, they came by my site, and I let her thumb through my Milepost book. She said she was going to buy one, and found out from their waitress that the museum next door carried them.
She thanked me, and headed back to her trailer with her husband.
I cleaned up and tried for internet once more at the saloon, and decided to come back to my campsite and write my daily writeup before I made my way inside my tent. At almost 10pm, it reminds me of about 8pm in Seattle. The sun is still up, and the sky is still very much bright.
Oh, and the bugs…
I hate them…