A few shots a Don’s flight to Denali and the Root Glacier.
Trolls?
Had to make sure I had my right ass cheek firmly on the wrong side to accomplish this one.
Why so happy at a gas station? Probable because I didn't have to take off my helmet to pay inside.
Berry and buddy along with the dog no one trusted to not bite you. These were our plan B guys for the oil change.
Berry and his wife Rita rolled into Don's shop in Sutter Creek California a few days ago for a little reciprocal hospitality. The needed some meals, a bed and tires mounted. Don hooked them up and worked the angles to get us invited back to Alaska anytime.
Back to the story...
The porter was well on his way to no tip.
More Eagle on seagull action.
My back likes this rock a lot.
The yellow insert was pretty handy on those rainy overcast days. Visor down for blood sucking flying mini vampires.
Don’s tribute to anti lock brakes. Saved his bacon.
It had been one of those days. Don thought this was funny, which got me to laughing and pretty soon we were both rolling.
The foot/moto bridge over to the Kennecott Mine. It narrowed at each end with lots of pannier marks indicating riders "oh shit" moments.
I’m sorry but….why?
Don heard that dryer sheets kept mosquitoes away. Or he just wanted to see if I'd wear one on my head too. The performance didn’t warrant the dork effect.
The idea was to jump the bike off the little tabletop. Can you say lame video that I can't seem to imbed because I don't see this button in the options.
-
- This will allow you to link to media, such as a video or song.
Don had to get a picture of the pig in shit, bear shit.
Chain maintenance is a dirty job when you use a charred log as a kickstand.
Don getting a little bird in the hand action himself.
I try never to let an opportunity to lay back go unexploited.
Our host at the fish grill bus in Hyder. Cool kid and can cook the hell out of some fish!
Reaching for the extra gallon on the south side of the Cassiar.
True happiness is getting spark back in the middle of nowhere.
Actual bike miles, 1800 more truck miles.
I’m not a high-fiver nor much of a hugger, Don is both.
The passing of the tools. The ten or so pounds worth he passed on to me to get some more tire mileage at the start of the Cassiar.
The next morning, shouldn't we be doing something like this by now?
When you invite a great guy on a ride who really appreciates it he gives you a little something as a thank you. This is one kül-ass keepsake.
The end for now.
