Last night we made it to Coldfoot Camp at
around 2:30am. We were frozen. Good thing the restaurant was open 24 hours
because it gave us some time to warm up while sipping on a nice cup of hot
chocolate. We asked the waiter if it was
alright for us to pitch our tent out back and he said it was fine; people do it
all the time. Once again we were in our
sleeping bags by 3:30am.
This morning we woke up to the sound of a
helicopter landing not too far from where we camped. We had our usual raw oats for breakfast and
hung out for a bit on the patio.
Skies are looking grey to the south. I wonder if we’re going to get rained on.
All was fine until we reached the Arctic
Circle boundary. I guess our luck with
having great riding weather had run out.
Nobody rides the Dalton without getting at least one day of crappy
weather; nobody. Trucks would zoom by
and you were instantly covered in mud.
The road conditions were surprisingly not too bad only because it had just
recently started to rain. This kept the
dust levels down and added a tiny bit of traction. We managed to tough it out and ride to 5 Mile
Camp where the rain had eventually stopped.
We decided not to press on any further and camped here for the night.
The aftermath
A little dirt don’t hurt nobody
In the end, we’re glad that we had the
chance to experience what it’s like to ride the Dalton in the rain.
We cashed in on the free burgers from the
truckers we met in Cantwell. The
restaurant is called The Hot Spot.
The burgers were massive and the timing
couldn’t have been more perfect.
Drizzle
becomes rain.
Road
conditions get muddy.
Trucks
show no mercy.
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