Right it has been a good few days since our last blog and lots of stories to tell. On the way to Alaska in a small town called Bell 2, I picked up a book called the 'Saga of the sour toe". It was about a guy called Captain Dick Stevenson who in the summer of 1973 found a human toe pickled in a jar out in the woods about 100 miles from Dawson City. He had just bought the cabin and I suppose he was having a look around and found this pickled toe in a jar. Later that summer he came up with the idea of the sour toe cocktail where the toe is dropped into a shot of Yukon Jack whiskey and they say a bit of a speil "you can drink it fast you can drink it slow but either way your lips must touch the toe" then its bottoms up. I thought this was fantastic and hopefully it would still be on the go. Patrick had heard of it before and when I said it to him he was also very excited by the idea. On more investigation we heard of a cool road out of Dawson city called the top of the world highway so it would give us a good reason to good that way on our way to Fairbanks. Now their has been a few toes at this stage, the 1st one was swallowed, 2nd was lost, 3rd swallowed and the 4th was stolen. Where do they get the toe's I here you all say. Apart from the first one which was found, the rest have been donated by regular people through some form of accident or death and passed on their big toe. They even have one in reserve at the moment and if you swallow it you have to pay 250 dollars of a fine.
We landed in Dawson city around 7pm and put up the tent and headed for some food then down to the hotel to try the toe cocktail. They charge five dollar for the shot and then another five for the privilege of the toe. They give you the captains hat and do the speil and then its down the hatch taking care not to swallow it. It's pretty easy and you hardly know it's there. Mind over matter and all that kind of jazz. We have some video's of it and will include the links below on u tube. Nearly 50,000 people have joined the sour toe club at this stage and it could only happen in Dawson city. It is the real deal last frontier cowboy good rush town. The bar in the hotel has the saloon doors that swing open and all the street are mud and unpaved. They call it a city but really it is only a small town. It was brilliant to arrive in the town on our bikes, the only thing that could of been better is to arrive on a horse and cowboy gear and ride down the main street and casually stroll into the saloon for a whiskey while eyeballing the barman. If you ever get a chance go an visit it, I can highly recommend it.
After Dawson we rode down to the ferry and crossed the mighty Yukon river and then up along the top of the worlds highway and into the town of Chicken Alaska. We crossed over the mountain border and out of Canada and into Alaska. We headed up to Fairbanks and checked into a motel and had some food in the room. Fairbanks would be our base to launch our attack on the Dalton highway. The bikes were running well but our tires had squared off quiet a lot from miles and miles of straight roads. We had been told about a guy in Fairbanks called Dan in Adventure Cycles. He operated out of his garage at home and is open 24 seven. What Dan doesn't know about BMW motorbike then it's not worth knowing.If he sees a Harley come up the drive he will tell them to get loosed. He set us up with some heindenau scout tires for more bit in off road conditions, changed the oil, filters, Sprockets front and back and generally gave the bike a good look over. He is a really sound guy and can highly recommended him. He will work all night if people are there and pretty much works on a first come first serve basis.We just hung out for the day and it was nice to rest up before the Dalton.
The next morning we were up early to set off on the Dalton. Its is 500 Miles to Deadhorse at the top off Alaska in Prudhoe bay. 400 of these miles are on dirt/ unpaved surface. Reports varied as to the conditions and we new the places for gas and food. Everyone did mention that a dry day was the key, rain turns the road into soup. The first few hours were nice and easy with Paddy getting to grips with gravel and dirt as he had virtually never ridden off road before. He took to it like a duck to water with my expert advise. We got to Coldfoot about 3.30pm had some food and the weather had turned to shit. We pushed on and knew we were in for a long day. Daylight is not a problem up here as it is so far north that it stays bright all night. We hit a lot off roadworks on the road and they delayed us a lot. The road was now 3 inches of soup and muck on a rutted gravel base a far as you can see. Just horrible stuff. At eight pm we still had 150 miles to go. Our pace had dropped and at times we struggled to do 30 miles and hour. To add insult to injury the mossies up in that part of the world are special. I don't know what the word is for a group of mossies, a swarm, a cloud, a plume maybe a cluster bomb. Whatever it is these bastards mean business. As soon as you stop at the road works or pull over for a drink they are waiting to attack. At ten that night we were two tired puppies and nowhere near Deadhorse. The temperature dropped and it was fucking freezing maybe 4 or 5 Deg c. For all that was bad and tough the ride is stunning, absolute amazing scenery. The weather cleared and the road picked up with around sixty miles to good. We prayed that Deadhorse camp would still be open as if not we were going to freeze to death. At 11.30 we arrive some 14 hrs after setting off. We were absolutely shattered, cold, wet and dirty but delighted to concur a road that few manage or attempt to take on. We pulled out our hip flasks and had a toast to our success. It was our first real goal and major hurdle completed on the trip. The sense of achievement was magic, nobody can ever take it away. We collapsed into bed only to have to do it all again tomorrow.....
Well done for getting so far unscathed lads!
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Fantastic to meet you today Patrick at Pacific Motosports! You are hysterically funny, great attitude and loved chatting with you about your experience with the Dalton! Best of luck. We will be checking in and have an incredible rest of your trip. Say hi to the Road of Bones for us! Cheryl & Leslie
Good day Kieran! The photos of the city Dawson is looking very exciting with the most happening nights!! I wish to go for the place. It’s so wide, so large with the pretty touch of nature. make money online Thanks for the detail feature with some fabulous snaps.
I am not at all discouraged by what hapenepd yesterday. Offense needs to be more effecient, the 3 and outs hurt the defense early. Hard to win when top players like Dunlap, Leon Hall, and AJ Green aren’t on the field. Things I noticed:Simpson appeared to have cut off his route on the last interception. He was running/falling backwards when the ball was coming his way. Either way there was miscommunication between he and Dalton. Not having Green on the field really makes me miss Shipley.Pass rush was more disciplined in the second half. The first TD pass by Ben was inexcusable when you have two free rushers on the backside that completely whiff the sack attempt. Leon Hall is a good zone cover guy, but this year he has been exposed as below average in man coverage. Its a shame he got hurt because he is still one of their better defenders, but they could have the depth to be OK with Jones, Jennings, and Clements.I agree with JT, the tight ends need to be more involved in the passing game. We know Gresham and Lee can play, and Cochart has shown soft hands. Work the middle to loosen up the outsides.I think this year we’ve seen the last of Ced Benson. He got up after his 17 yard run beating his chest at the Bengals sideline, as if to say he should be getting the carries, not Bernard Scott. This team has no room for selfish players. I’m going to start scouting college RBs to see who might fit. JT who you got?
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