Amid the puddles of water and mud that we tracked into the cafe, we shared stories and laughs from the last few days and couldn’t determine who had had it worse. The boys had pulled 500 mile days through the death winds of the god-forsaken American midwest and Canadian prairies. I had ridden through freezing weather and the unending torrential downpour of the Pacific Northwest with fogged up goggles and no music. It’s a toss up.
Each of us had dealt with mechanical issues every day thus far, hunting down misfiring issues to blown out clutches and I still wasn’t convinced mine had the heart to power through the next several thousand miles. Despite toiling on our DRs day and night before the trip, there always seems to be issues that surface only after you’ve left the safety net of home. Thankfully, my misfiring issues ended up disappearing after a roadside carb clean and some diagnostic help from Allen and Jer.
The Alaskan Highway
Of course, our first day on the Alaskan Highway ran us into an unsuspected spring snowstorm. After riding 100 miles through torrential downpour, the rain turned to sleet and the sleet to snow. Loaded to the teeth with all of our equipment for Denali, our bikes were no match for the snow and we were forced to spend two days waiting until the storm passed and the roads cleared. We begrudgingly dipped into our dirtbag budget and bought a nearby cabin motel thing for $120 a night. Yeesh.
Over 1,500 miles to go and not a lot of time left to clock them, our mandatory ranger meeting was scheduled in Talkeetna in three days time and our non refundable flight the next. Of course, there were plenty of other logistics to organize before the climb too, such as food, supplies, and gear. Once the storm passed though, we put such worries aside for the moment, loaded up with as many motel coffee packets as we could fit, and hit the road.