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| Dalton Hwy, check. |
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| scumbucket hoooooo!!!!!!! |
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| scumbuckets wear sunscreen |
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| even the engine is scummy |
Showing posts with label Dalton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dalton. Show all posts
Arctic Ocean Round Trip, day uh
Arctic Ocean Round Trip, day 4 and-whatever
scumbuckets are continuing south. still light out when we reach our previous nights, or was it days campground. No need to think of what time it is, its light out, we're not wearing sunglasses, we gotta half pack of smokes, full tanks of gas. Hit it!!!  |
| Near Galbraith Campground |
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| scumbucket shadow |
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| what looks like a smudge is just a big mosquito |
when they made the roads up here, alot of the supplies were flow in with helicopters. due to the distances and weights, they needed to be re-fueled after dropping supplies. A few got filled up about half way, before the construction crew realized that it wasn't a helicopter, just a big mosquito.
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| looking forward to Atigun Pass again |
The pass was shrowded in death clouds again. As we approached, they cleared to let us through.
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| well used guard rail on Atigun Pass |
We sped out of the grasp of the death clouds and continued south. There started to be trees! That furthest north spruce tree again. Every mile we could feel the weather getting warmer, the trees getting taller, the animals getting bigger. many Moose, um Meece? Mooses? Meeses? Mice? they are early risers, we see. Is certainly morning, we begin t see cars. Dang, we need to be in Seward, AK in 36 hours.
I'm trying to figure out how we are going to make it there. I was told there would be no math on this trip, but it seems prudent to attempt some algebra now. So if two motorcycles with scumbuckets are heading south at 50 mph, and they have 750 miles to go, can they make it in 36 hours? I think to myself we need to just ride though the night... wait we already did that! We need to ride through the day! man, our schedules are messed up, that's when we should be sleeping.
We stop to eat breakfast and discuss if riding through the day is a good idea.
I'm trying to figure out how we are going to make it there. I was told there would be no math on this trip, but it seems prudent to attempt some algebra now. So if two motorcycles with scumbuckets are heading south at 50 mph, and they have 750 miles to go, can they make it in 36 hours? I think to myself we need to just ride though the night... wait we already did that! We need to ride through the day! man, our schedules are messed up, that's when we should be sleeping.
We stop to eat breakfast and discuss if riding through the day is a good idea.
BLEH! nope, same taste. what the hell?
We figure we need to ride the entire way without stopping to make it to Seward on time. We think more of that awful taste. Then we realize that Harper's awesome old-school stove was stored on top of the food and has leaked gasoline into everything. the burritos, coffee, cheese, even the raisins taste like gasoline. We are so hungry though, we force it down. Uh. Don't pack stove fuel and food in same saddlebag. Uh.
Arctic Ocean Round Trip, day 3 1/2
Deadhorse was neat, but uneventful. It is a 100% work-gets-done-here-now kind of place. The people are there for one reason - to extract oil from the ground. That is, unless they are crazy scumbucket motorcyclists.
Anyways, we got there in the late afternoon, filled up the tanks wit expensive gasoline, and wondered "huh. what now?" food? No bars up here to celebrate with, all alcohol is banned. We were trying to figure out where to get food... all there is around there is raised gravel roads (the tundra itself can't be driven on with normal vehicles), work shops, drilling rigs, neat crazy tired tundra rigs, barracks to house the workers and that is about it. No real maps are available, and everything is pretty well closed up tight, its not like a guy can walk up to these shops. They need to keep out -60F weather with 60 mph winds in the winter!!!!
We were trying to figure it out, when a dude in a pickup pulled up and started a conversation. Turns out he is a bush pilot who hauls scientists out to study whatever they study. He gave us directions to a steak feed taking place tonight - $50 a head, but the best meal in town. We opted for door #2, the Arctic Caribou Inn buffet. But scaled back to salad and dessert only... $12. It was the best tasting crappiest food I've ever had.
white-greenish thick paper to put sugary red salad dressing on followed by spongy yellow cake-like cushion (I think I'm going to use this as my next motorcycle seat) covered in bright red colored strawberryish gooey sauce topped by miracle whip? no musta been cool whip... who knows. I ate at least 3 servings of each. Plus the first milk I've had for a long time.
Way. Too. Much. Food.
Rolling out of the place, I thought I was going to hurl. Need to walk it off.
Everything up on the tundra is smaller, for instance the rare arctic ocean redwood tree as seen above. The ducks in the water could fit inside the palm of your hand.
It was about time to start thinking about heading south. weird.
Anyways, we got there in the late afternoon, filled up the tanks wit expensive gasoline, and wondered "huh. what now?" food? No bars up here to celebrate with, all alcohol is banned. We were trying to figure out where to get food... all there is around there is raised gravel roads (the tundra itself can't be driven on with normal vehicles), work shops, drilling rigs, neat crazy tired tundra rigs, barracks to house the workers and that is about it. No real maps are available, and everything is pretty well closed up tight, its not like a guy can walk up to these shops. They need to keep out -60F weather with 60 mph winds in the winter!!!!
We were trying to figure it out, when a dude in a pickup pulled up and started a conversation. Turns out he is a bush pilot who hauls scientists out to study whatever they study. He gave us directions to a steak feed taking place tonight - $50 a head, but the best meal in town. We opted for door #2, the Arctic Caribou Inn buffet. But scaled back to salad and dessert only... $12. It was the best tasting crappiest food I've ever had.
white-greenish thick paper to put sugary red salad dressing on followed by spongy yellow cake-like cushion (I think I'm going to use this as my next motorcycle seat) covered in bright red colored strawberryish gooey sauce topped by miracle whip? no musta been cool whip... who knows. I ate at least 3 servings of each. Plus the first milk I've had for a long time.
Way. Too. Much. Food.
Rolling out of the place, I thought I was going to hurl. Need to walk it off.
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| oil rig |
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| arctic ocean redwood tree infront of oil rig |
Everything up on the tundra is smaller, for instance the rare arctic ocean redwood tree as seen above. The ducks in the water could fit inside the palm of your hand.
It was about time to start thinking about heading south. weird.
Arctic Ocean Round Trip, day 3
Waking up in difficult and terrible, but exiting the tent this afternoon to a warm, slightly breezy day which keeps the mosquitoes at bay was a welcome start to the day. Just like this terrible coffee...
The road has went from hard packed to gravel mush. The huge awesome trucks roar by at high speeds kicking up the 3/4- gravel rock and making huge ruts. It is our goal to stay in the hardpacked ruts, but when the trucks come by we pull over to yield the way. It is best to maintain a steady throttle and speed, not to upset the bike chassis on this road. But the trucks will always win, so we heed way.
Transitioning from the safety of hardpack ruts to towards the non-existent shoulder, which is a 4 foot drop to the soft wet tundra, involves riding through gravel mush. Slowing down, or entering the mush, or speeding up makes the bike become unsettled, swapping from left to right. Its like knowing you are going to trip - you see the obstacle, attempt to miss it but don't, know its happening and then wait for the pain... and wait... It feels as though the ride through the gravel mush is one long 100 mile crash waiting to happen. Good thing the nearest hospital is 500 miles away.
The Franklin Bluffs are the only sort of topography on the Arctic Tundra. A better image of them is here. Being on a machine for days over crazy terrain, its nice to have flat nothing broken up by the awesome mineral colors of them. it distracts us from the slow crash we know as riding the Dalton Highway.
Uneventful and unassuming, we all the sudden see "civilization" if you can call it that - of Deadhorse, AK.
Now we made it to Prudhoe Bay, the Arctic Ocean. What are we going to do now???
Gratuitous oil rig picture at 10 pm
We got to see these awesome tundra crawlers...
such a cool place!!!!!!!!!!
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Google is amazing. There is street view of Deadhorse, AK. why did we even drive there, we coulda had such a warmer time with a beer in our hands infront of a computer.
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| Where's the starbucks? |
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| Well deserved breakfast |
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| Tundra |
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| more north = smaller flora and fauna |
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| more north = awesomer trucks |
The road has went from hard packed to gravel mush. The huge awesome trucks roar by at high speeds kicking up the 3/4- gravel rock and making huge ruts. It is our goal to stay in the hardpacked ruts, but when the trucks come by we pull over to yield the way. It is best to maintain a steady throttle and speed, not to upset the bike chassis on this road. But the trucks will always win, so we heed way.
Transitioning from the safety of hardpack ruts to towards the non-existent shoulder, which is a 4 foot drop to the soft wet tundra, involves riding through gravel mush. Slowing down, or entering the mush, or speeding up makes the bike become unsettled, swapping from left to right. Its like knowing you are going to trip - you see the obstacle, attempt to miss it but don't, know its happening and then wait for the pain... and wait... It feels as though the ride through the gravel mush is one long 100 mile crash waiting to happen. Good thing the nearest hospital is 500 miles away.
The Franklin Bluffs are the only sort of topography on the Arctic Tundra. A better image of them is here. Being on a machine for days over crazy terrain, its nice to have flat nothing broken up by the awesome mineral colors of them. it distracts us from the slow crash we know as riding the Dalton Highway.
Uneventful and unassuming, we all the sudden see "civilization" if you can call it that - of Deadhorse, AK.
Now we made it to Prudhoe Bay, the Arctic Ocean. What are we going to do now???
Gratuitous oil rig picture at 10 pm
We got to see these awesome tundra crawlers...
such a cool place!!!!!!!!!!
View Larger Map
Google is amazing. There is street view of Deadhorse, AK. why did we even drive there, we coulda had such a warmer time with a beer in our hands infront of a computer.
View Larger Map
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