This morning we woke up to clear skies with lots of sun. Down by the river we found a decapitated moose head. I wonder if it fell through thin ice during the winter and drowned.
Our hair feels so greasy it could be styled in any shape or form
It’s eerie riding along a road and not see anybody for hours
This black bear was unlike all of the others we came across. We rode up right beside it and it didn’t even flinch when we stopped to take a picture. It looked more perturbed than being afraid of our presence. We didn’t want to push our luck so we rode off before the bear could get any ideas.
Entering Yukon Territory. Never in our wildest dreams did we ever think “Yeah, let’s go check out Yukon.” Well, here we are and it feels great to have come from so far.
Amanda rode her bike up by the Yukon sign and had difficulties riding back onto the road. She rode down the side of the road to find a suitable spot where the incline back onto the road wasn’t so steep. I was busy putting away the tripod and camera and wondered why Amanda was taking so long. I rode towards her and saw that she was pinned underneath the bike. She was ok. She ended up not being able to find her footing when the back tire was spinning on her way up and fell over.
Watson Lake’s famous attraction
It all started in 1942 when an American soldier named Carl Lindley was working on the Alaskan Highway and had to repair a signpost. He decided to personalize it by adding a sign pointing to his hometown in Danville, Illinois. Other people decided to add their own signs and the rest is history…
…so we decided to add our own sign in homage to the tradition.
This BMW crest was found by Amanda back in Florida when we pulled over on Alligator Alley to watch alligators sunbathe. The beads around it are from Fremont Street, Las Vegas. It has traveled many miles in search of a place where it can best be utilized.
You’ve found your home BMW crest! Hope you stand the test of time. If anybody manages to find it, please send us a picture. Good luck!
This recreation site brought us back into BC momentarily because the Alaskan Highway dips down into BC for about 64 km when heading west towards Whitehorse
We built ourselves a nice toasty campfire and marveled at the extraordinary scenery
For those of you who are wondering how cold it was at night, it was cold enough to have to double up on socks and sweatshirts.
A lonely highway.
Honoring a tradition.
Vastness of Yukon.