Its early in the morning on June 15th and time to head back home. Its another beautiful sun filled day. Acutally its still day time from the day before. The sun never sets this time of year up here. We made great time through that thick gravel I was talking about earlier. The Caribou are thick as theifs.
Its a long lonley road. Its damp from recent rain but not muddy. We are moving along at speeds upto 70 mph. No dust. What a difference a day makes as far as road conditions.
One thing that is really bad here along the Arctic Tundra is the mosquitos. When ever we stopped they would come and attack by the thousands. I don't understand where they all came from. Its not like there are a lot of blood providing animals up here. Just the Caribou and the occasional motorcyclist. It only takes seconds for them to find you when your not moving.
We had hoped to just make it back to Coldfoot for the night but we were making such good time that we were in there a little after noon. So we kept going after stopping for fuel, burgers and you guessed it, Beer.
Next stop was back to the Yukon River Crossing for gas, and then a landmark called Finger Rock.
Our last obstacle on the Dalton Highway was that same construction area I mentioned earlier. It was worse this time. Not because of the mud but because of the rock road base they were putting in. Tony and I tried to navigate through rocks the size of grapefruit they had just thrown down for the base layer to support the heavy trucks that use the road. I don't have a lot of off road experiance but this really threw me for a loop. I just stood up, leaned back and went. I just knew I was going to go down, and all I could think about was how much it going to hurt. This lasted about 2 miles. I should have taken a picture but I just didn't think of it at the time. This is the kind of unexpected road conditions that pop up and is where a Dual Sport bike rules. I really don't think a Harley or Goldwing would have been able to get through those rocks.
We made it to Fairbanks by around 8:00pm. 500 miles on a mostly dirt road in 12 hours was makeing some really good time. Exhausted we camped in the same place we stayed at a few days earlier.
Tony had noticed that his brakes were acting up and makeing a funny noise. We went to Trails End BMW where we found George. He has got to be the most charismatic BMW mechanic out there.
This is George getting ready to work on Tony's bike. The rear brake pads were not just gone, but so was half the steel plate backing on the pads. The front pads were ok. George has been around a long time up in Fairbanks but is getting ready to retire. I was told the local Honda-Harley shop was going to take over as the BMW dealer as well. Like I said everyone has to use the same front entrance and I did not see a security guard or Police Officer working the entrance. In fact when I purchased those tires a few days earlier they asked if I had made previous arraingments to buy them from George. They did not want to take any business away from him which I thought was pretty nice. I hope he is still around when I go back up in the future. It would be nice to talk to him again.
After getting new brakes it was time to go find Dave and Raul. We arrived at Denali National Park around 5:00 in the afternoon.
We set up camp in the entrance camp ground. Dave, Aaron , and Raul were no where to be found. About 7:00 pm we found them walking back to the camp ground with all their gear looking for a place to set up. They were very exited about how much fun they had back in the park. These are some of Dave photos of the park.
The only way back into the park is either by hiking or taking one of the park buses.
They stayed at Wonder Lake Camp ground which is a 80 mile, 5 hour bus ride. Now I know that sounds terrible, but believe me its the best bus ride you will ever take.
Not a bad camp sight. When the clouds break, Mt. McKinley is there.
Wonder Lake Beaver Lodge complete with Mosquitos
These guys were treated to a rare view of Mt. McKinley. I have heard that this view is only visible on average 25 days a year.
How would you like to wake upto this in the morning.
Here is the master camper getting ready to catch the bus back.