We hobbled through the end of the Cassair Hwy and entered
Yukon Territories from rainy , after what seemed like a month in BC. It was actually seven rainy days now that I look back. Huh, time flies when you’re having fun… fixing blown out tires, gingerly riding through packs of bears, rain that only lets up for snowstorms, enduring cheap Canadian whiskey and nursing worn out tires the entire way. British Columbia
It was here that met the famous Alaska Hwy. Compared to the Cassiar it was a two lane freeway, what with its smooth pavement, wide shoulders, rest stops and traffic. We talked to a guy on a bicycle who had ridden from
. He was planning to go to Prudhoe Bay and then south to Montreal Tierra Del Fuego on that bicycle. It made our trip seem like a breeze, even on waning tires that were down to threads with 1,100 km to go to . Anchorage
On the first sunny, hot day we experienced so far on this trip, we hobbled into Whitehorse, YT, only to find no over-priced tires in Harper’s size. Tires in Canada are ridiculously expensive. Not even any realistically priced tires. After speaking with the parts guy, we convinced him to let us see the pile of used tires out back. We found a used rear tire for Harper, plus two complete sets of perfectly good super-knobbies for the
Haul Road!!!! Threw the parts guy $2 for each tire, YES!!!
We packed up and headed up the Klondike towards Dawson City and it got remote again. At a fueling station we saw our first hitchhiker, whom had a dog with him and thought the rides must be few and far between on this road. At camp, Harper started the magical change-out, aided by the ever-handy firewood/bike stand multi-tool.