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I was nine years old when Alaska became a state. I remember all the newspaper articles about it. I said I was going to go there. Well, I had retired the previous year so why not?
I bought a used KLR for the trip. Man I outfitted it for the trip. New tires, sprockets, chain, pelican bags, new cables, did the subframe drill thru bolt kit, removed/loctited all bolts etc. You name it, I did it. I just had one problem, I could not keep the thing running. It would run good for days, then just would not run at all. Well, it was in one of those running modes and I said "I'm going".
The night before as I was loading my stuff on the bike, I noticed the rear end getting lower. Well, I thought I would just adjust the rear shock. Bent down to do it and heck oil was everywhere down there! Blown seals!
Only one thing to do. I moved my stuff to my ST. That bike and I had done some miles together. I really had not prepped it for the trip. I took stock of the situation. It had a fresh oil change, and I only had 2000 miles on the tires. I did not have a set of spare tires for it like I did for the KLR tho. Well nothing is perfect. I just would not go to some of the places I had intended to with the KLR.
I left the morning of June 1st. I might add that I live in the Panhandle. I headed up Hwy 83. Went thru the Oklahoma Panhandle, thru Kansas into Nebraska. I stopped for gas at North Platte. I was intending to go to Murdo, S. Dakota for the night. (I had stayed there on my way to Swan River, Manitoba the previous summer.) The people at the gas station cautioned me that there was a big storm just north of us.
North Platte sits in a river valley. I couldn't see anything, so off north I continued. As I came up out of the valley, the whole sky was "black". I don't mind rain too much, but this looked like hail type weather. Turned around and spent the night in North Platte.
Next morning, I head north again. Good weather till Minot, N. Dakota. Ran into rain. Turned west on Hwy 2. Rain for 300 miles. Finally quit and sun came out. Great. Then the wind started. I live in the Panhandle, and know wind. This was horrible! I finally shut it down and spent the night in Chinook, Montana.
Next morning, I ride over to Havre and turn north into Saskatchewan. Continue over to Alberta. Calgary up to Edmonton. More traffic than I could possibly believe. This is not what I headed "up north" for. After leaving Edmonton, I kept looking for a campground. Finally found what I was looking for on the Pembina River.
After setting up camp, I took stock of my situation. It had been a horrible day with the traffic. It also dawned on me that I was trying to make too many miles in a day. Okay, lets slow down.
Home sweet home on the Pembina River.
Next morning, keep heading west.
All right, now we're getting somewhere!
It is larger than life! No fences for thousands of miles.
No words can describe this place.
I'll be back and fill in a lot of gaps later!
I bought a used KLR for the trip. Man I outfitted it for the trip. New tires, sprockets, chain, pelican bags, new cables, did the subframe drill thru bolt kit, removed/loctited all bolts etc. You name it, I did it. I just had one problem, I could not keep the thing running. It would run good for days, then just would not run at all. Well, it was in one of those running modes and I said "I'm going".
The night before as I was loading my stuff on the bike, I noticed the rear end getting lower. Well, I thought I would just adjust the rear shock. Bent down to do it and heck oil was everywhere down there! Blown seals!
Only one thing to do. I moved my stuff to my ST. That bike and I had done some miles together. I really had not prepped it for the trip. I took stock of the situation. It had a fresh oil change, and I only had 2000 miles on the tires. I did not have a set of spare tires for it like I did for the KLR tho. Well nothing is perfect. I just would not go to some of the places I had intended to with the KLR.
I left the morning of June 1st. I might add that I live in the Panhandle. I headed up Hwy 83. Went thru the Oklahoma Panhandle, thru Kansas into Nebraska. I stopped for gas at North Platte. I was intending to go to Murdo, S. Dakota for the night. (I had stayed there on my way to Swan River, Manitoba the previous summer.) The people at the gas station cautioned me that there was a big storm just north of us.
North Platte sits in a river valley. I couldn't see anything, so off north I continued. As I came up out of the valley, the whole sky was "black". I don't mind rain too much, but this looked like hail type weather. Turned around and spent the night in North Platte.
Next morning, I head north again. Good weather till Minot, N. Dakota. Ran into rain. Turned west on Hwy 2. Rain for 300 miles. Finally quit and sun came out. Great. Then the wind started. I live in the Panhandle, and know wind. This was horrible! I finally shut it down and spent the night in Chinook, Montana.
Next morning, I ride over to Havre and turn north into Saskatchewan. Continue over to Alberta. Calgary up to Edmonton. More traffic than I could possibly believe. This is not what I headed "up north" for. After leaving Edmonton, I kept looking for a campground. Finally found what I was looking for on the Pembina River.
After setting up camp, I took stock of my situation. It had been a horrible day with the traffic. It also dawned on me that I was trying to make too many miles in a day. Okay, lets slow down.
Home sweet home on the Pembina River.
Next morning, keep heading west.
All right, now we're getting somewhere!
It is larger than life! No fences for thousands of miles.
No words can describe this place.
I'll be back and fill in a lot of gaps later!