Before I leave Kinaskan Lake, I ask the fisherman camped at the next site for some line. I bought a couple of lures in Dease Lake inspired by my tantalising near success at Cottonwood River, which was a fishing experience inspiring and frustrating in equal measure. I want to repeat my the attempt to catch [...]
Also tagged a place to stay, berries, camping, canada, cassiar highway, fish, wildfoodI can’t remember now where I camped the day I left Whitehorse – it made no impression on my and I didn’t record it in any way. It has gone completely.
However, the next morning, as I am riding on my way, I pull into an dubious RV camp at Johnson’s Crossing because of the bakery [...]
Strange messages on the side of the road.
Also tagged canadaSomehow I was expecting a warm friendly welcome to Canada – I have no idea why. However, when I final arrive at the border I am confronted with a tall, neatly uniformed immigration officier (who reminds me of Guy Pearce, as the very officious, honest cop in LA Confidential). He questions me thoroughly as to [...]
Also tagged border crossings, canada, rainSome instructions are very hard to follow.
Also tagged alaskaYou’ve got to wonder what kind of gifts Diamond Jim and Mary Lou are selling on the Seward Highway. It’s only marginally heartening to see that they are being supervised by Santa.
Also tagged alaskaAny action on the side of the road immediately attracts a travel weary cyclist’s attention, so a caravan in a pull-out ahead, clearly with goods for sale, has me instantly wondering what the potential is. Food is constantly on my mind so an array of jerky is like a gift from heaven – classic and [...]
Also tagged fortuitous meetings, hospitality, peopleThe thing that I found fascinating about the Dalton Highway is the sense of community that exists on the 414 mile ribbon of mud, gravel and occasional asphalt that traverses the arctic tundra and mountains north of Fairbanks.
There are very few permanent residents on this road. The main settlements are work camps – mostly to [...]