Someone declared Sunday to be a day of rest, and I sent thanks. I felt much better, actually waking Dad up for the first time on the trip. When the light streamed in through the thin doghouse curtains, I felt good.
We drove more non-stop miles, but I enjoyed it much […]
I woke to a different alarm this morning: a piss and flush with the bathroom door wide open. When he wanted me to get up, Dad usually pushed out a drawn out series of bodily sound effects until I squirmed around in my covers. Unfortunately, the early alarm was indicative […]
I began making an intentional effort to go to sleep earlier because my tired feeling kept growing, so I made a time investment in more slumber. Occasionally I would get very drowsy on the motorcycle and even nod off. I always fought it by grunting, breathing deep, and concentrating sleepy-style, […]
If any moose or caribou were watching me from inside that grove of bushes across the river, they must have been wondering what I was. They were probably smart enough to figure me out though, since I still fit the bipedal format.
I was sitting on the green side of a […]
We covered so much territory this day that everything we did seemed very far away at day’s end. It did not feel as though I was in a worn and torn lodge overlooking Kluane Lake just that morning. It felt more like several days. I was not unusually tired, and […]
Hell froze over and we made it to Purgatory, then Heaven surrounded us on all sides. The relatively gentle, manageable roads of the prior night continued on throughout the Yukon. Granted, we still had some frost heave space launches and needed to be wary of hidden-from-view-until-the-suspension-crunched potholes. There was also […]
The myth had become reality. We had been to Motorcycle Hell. The cast of characters: two lost souls (played by us) and The Devil (played by gravel). Location: The Alaskan Highway (the term “highway” used for humorous effect) between Muncho Lake and Morley River. Motivation: because it was there.
What a […]