Its been so long since ive posted anything. My apologies.
Stayed in Seward long enough to hike up exit glacier and most of the discovery bay coastline. Seward was a very touristy spot. I took an 8 hour ferry ride around the Chiswell islands. Then enjoyed a touristy meal of prime rib after witnessing a humpback breech for nearly 30 minutes. That was very satisfying and worth the money. So then I was off to the portage tunnel and Whittier ( a town of boats and fishermen. I stayed at the edge of town after exploring a vacant barrack. Apparently the single largest building in Alaska for decades. It was hundreds of flooded rooms dripping with as asbestos. Noticed some bear scat before leaving the premises. Found a cold spot to camp and a garbage can down the road to secure my food and smelly personal products. Took a ferry to Valdez the next morning. It was so pretty I fought to stay awake. The weather was consistently cold and wet as it was early june. In Valdez, my new friend Ron would let me stay on his 25 ft boat. He had great stories to share of his bike tour in the southern states. the He had a lot of great stories. Plus he was a great cook. Thanks Ron! You kept me dry, fed and entertained well. At mile 30 I would hike a glacier after climbing thompson pass. Grabbed a burger at mile 80 of the Richardson Hwy. I slept at mile 95 because I found a utility shed to stash my food. The mosquitos had just hatched and I was helpless to the buzzing that went on inches in front of my face. I could hear it over my iPod. A bivy sac is just not ideal for mosquito country. When I woke up, mosquitos were all over my gear and clothes like ants on sugar. I realized the time has come when I don’t stop pedaling for more than 30 seconds at a time. This is how long is takes for the bugs to find my smell. I was a little concerned since I was attempting to keep deet free. I thought maybe I will just ride 350 miles very slowly then I would not have to camp again in the mosquito inferno. I stopped fir groceries in Glenallen. 50 miles later I found Meiers lake gas station. Since the roads were fogged over and the alaskan range buried in the mist, I stayed there. It was a business that was used primarily for pipeline workers. I ate a big state burger for dinner and again for breakfast. My friends in Fairbanks were returning from a fishing trip and stopped by to rescue me from the nasty foggy wet roads. Conditions were perfect for getting a lift.
That night I would be in Fairbanks visiting with my good friend Elizabeth and her family. It had been almost a decade since seeing one of my oldest best friends.
I would come to know Spencer 3.5 yrs old and Mary of 11. Dave her husband would introduce me to a small heard of nomadic travellers who slowly migrated to the area. Some cycled oversees. In the next 3 months, I would wonder around Fairbanks trying to figure out how I would stay the winter in alaska.
Hot springs, camping, canoeing, hikes, and a week trip to Denali by bike would be some of the fun had in Fairbanks. Denali was special. I was backcounty camping only one night. A month or so before that hiker was eaten. I met a couple there I passed that morning. They were writing a book on cycling alaska. Another cyclist from Belgium shared camp. I believe he was in a bit of a hurry headed for Montana. He was my age but had already biked most european countries. It’s quite fun to split camp fees with 3 other cyclists. I returned to Fairbanks after a relaxed 6 day ride. I stopped at Skinny dicks half way in. They let me sleep in there beer garden after buying be drinks and dinner. They really like cyclists as well as adult humor. Once I returned to Fairbanks, reality started to creep up on me. Winter was not going to let me ride a bike. Alaska was too beautiful to leave after only a few months. I felt ready to work more than I felt like biking as the summer ended and fall began. So I looked around a little bit but ended up riding pretty hard as I don’t like looking for work. I found many great hills to ride outside of town. Its a good place to bike 4 months of the year. I would lament over the idea of a job. Then I realized what I wanted to do. Work with dogs. Little did I imagine it would be for a professional sled dog team.