Alaska!!! …againDan | August 14, 2008
Any day that you wake up and it’s below zero is gonna be rough. It’s even rougher when you’re in a tent and have to then go biking in the misty rain. Well today’s ride was extra sweet in this regard, and we rode through this final portion of the Yukon past more closed service stops. We stopped at one point where we met a lady driving to Fairbanks, and she taught us this nifty Alaska term that we would later throw around to sound cool. When you see fresh snow on the mountain tops (which there definitely was, even though it was JULY for God’s sake), this is called “termination dust” - which heralds the coming of winter. JULY. -shakes head- At least there were pretty duckies.
We rode hard this morning, anticipating our arrival in Beaver Creek, which claimed to have services. We were getting desperate with food, and I had a final blowout of a peanut butter jerky sandwich to hold me over until Beaver Creek, where we expected the roads to be paved with pizzas. Well, gastronomic epicenter Beaver Creek was not. In fact, all the restaurants in town were closed, and the only option for food was two EXTREMELY overpriced gas stations where we could load up on chips and peanut butter at a hefty 7 dollars per jar. OK, so forget the peanut butter, but those chips didn’t quite hit the spot. At the next gas station in town, the only food option was what looked like what happened if you barfed out a pizza and then put it under a heat lamp for several weeks. When two starving cycle tourists look at your food and say “No way in hell I would eat that,” you know your food is bad.
We left Beaver Creek without a warm meal, and having only eaten pretzels and soda. We curled back into our hungry shells and awaited the day when we could eat again.
The final leg into Alaska was a no-man’s land between the two borders. Aaron will narrate to you the striking difference between the two lands:
Finally, the skies parted, and we reached it: Alaska! …again. This time it was sunny where we arrived and Aaron and I celebrated the completion of our goal …again.
As we rode across the border, we ran into some motorcyclists who happened to be from Pittsburgh. We then rode on a few miles to a gas station called Border City, where we were shocked to hear that their grill shut down at 5 o clock. We had microwaved chicken tenders, and explored the nearby Scotty Creek Campground, which was basically a surly guy in a gas station that clearly had nothing to do all day. He made up a price for camping, and we turned it down and opted for staying at Border City, where we could at least get showers for the same price. Once showered, we tried to post on the blog, but the employees were extremely obnoxious, especially this one dude, Jeremy, who was tremendously douchy and a jerk to some of the customers. We heard the ride the next day was gonna be really tough owing to massive road construction, so we jet out of there early and tried to catch some shut-eye before hell-day.