Aug 2 2007

Finally back to travelling

It’s been a long time since I’ve blogged, so here goes a quick review of what’s happened over the last couple of weeks.

From Haines Junction (where we stayed for a rest day) the three of us decided to leave our bikes and hitch into Haines Junction for the night.  After only a few minutes on the side of the highway, we where picked up by Doug, who was driveing a semi.  While we where putting our stuff in his rig he told us to hurry so the folks at the weigh station didn’t catch on.  The inside of his truck was littered with typical, at least in my mind, trucker stuff.  He had Fleetwood Mac on the radio.  Three hours later, a couple of big grizzleys, a border crossing, and an emergency pee stof, we found ourselves in Haines.  Thanks Doug – you made what I’ve found out is a hard road to hitch on a breeze.

After finding our camping spot we split up to explore the town.  When we met up again Kayla had met people who invited her to a ‘storytelling workshop’…I had visions of reading fairy tales aloud.  We showed up at the workshop and found out that by storytelling they mean acting.  Anyhow, we practiced different improv techniques with some of these people for the next three nights.  I’m not quite sure how I got involved, but they had the sales techniqies of a telemarketer – very good.  On the last night we put on a show for the good people of Haines.  AFterward we went to a show at the Pioneer bar and met our ride back to Haines Junction.

Julie, our new friend, was driving back home to Whitehorse so she offered to give us a ride.  We arrived at the Canadian Customs station, about 60 km outside Haines, and where asked for our passports and how much money we had.  Assuming that we would only be in Canada for a couple of days we only had about $50 in cash.  The customs officer didn’t like this and refused our request for entry stating that we needed ‘at least $200 per day we would be in Canada.  Chris got mad, Kayla started Crying, I got frustrated, and Julie’s face got red!  This was bullshit to put it kindly.  The officer also informed us that we would need about $1500, in cash, to enter canada at Prince Rupert (we decided to take the ferry to help heal tendons, save time, and see southeast; no regrets).  Julie kindly gave us a ride Back to Haines so we could get money.  I think she saved us at least a couple days of hitchhiking.

….arghhh, internet time is short so I will write more later.  quick summary:  the Haines Highway is the most beautiful road I’ve been on, Pr. Rupert is nice, as is the Yellowhead; bittersweet feelings at the end of the Cassiar; missing Chrisser; missing the north.  Missing you.  Loving travel!

Jul 28 2007

note the short amount of time.

I’m now in an internet cafe in Pr. Rupert BC.  This town is nice.  The campground costs $37 per night for 3 so we skipped it.  On our way into town we asked a couple if they knew where a good place to camp was – they said sleep on our floor.
I spent the last week hitchin’ into Haines, then being refused entry to Canada, then getting in.  Then picking up the bikes and going back to Haines…..Somewhere in there we all ended up performing in an impov-acting show for the people of Haines: Awesome!

Will write more when the time is right. Right!


Jul 17 2007

random musings from Tok to HJ

I have a little more time to write now. I am happy to be in Haines Junction. Last night, in fact, I was happy to be here. I will back up for a moment and notate the activites of the last few days.

Upon leaving Tok, sans cdt, Kayla and I decided that we needed to up our mileage a bit. We had been going only about 40 miles per day, far to slow to make progress toward the states. I am realizing that I will not be able to ride my bike all the way to Washington in time for Ashley’s wedding, I’m a little sad about this, but Greyhound starts regular service about 180 km from here. I figure we’ll get at least past the Cassiar by mid August. However it works out, my pace of life has been slowing substantially, so I really can’t make myself even worry about it. Currently my cell phone does not work due to heavy rains, and no service, so I don’t regularly have a timepiece with me. At first this was a little odd, but I think I like it now; it’s pretty cool to eat when I’m hungry, sleep when I’m tired, etc.

Kayla and I travelled the first night to the northern of two free campgrounds run by the US Forest Service. The day started late and included a strong headwind for most of the trip so I was glad to sleep. I was super lethargic for most of the day. Kayla got several flats and I got one flat.

The next day we traveled to Beaver Creek, Yukon. Hooray for Canada. Kayla bought me breakfast at Bucktooth Betty’s. In Tok we had a disagreement about weather it was ok to bargain in western society for everyday items. I don’t know how I feel on this anymore, and I certainly feel like I spend to much money on ‘stuff’ that I don’t need. I spent $3.50 on a bowl a generic puffed rice cereal when we arrived in Beaver Creek. I am starting to notice a stong negative reaction to simple, or cheap, living past a certain threshold. I’m a stong proponent of simple living, at least I think I am, but maybe I subconciously am not comfortable with it; or worse, I’m trying to keep up with the Jones’. I suspect it may just be laziness. Anyway, I think the breakfast was a nod toward compromise…plus I love french toast, thanks Kayla.

After breakfast we left Beaver Creek and immediately hit dust and gravel, 35 km of it. We travelled a little [lot] past the gravel and ate pb&j’s on the side of the highway. My knee was starting to hurt so we decided to camp early. 20 km down the road there was no campspot in sight, and Kayla and I found ourselves at facing a Grizzly on the side of the road. Kayla had rode up to it, almost on top of it, before realizing that that large ‘rock’ was in fact a bear. I didn’t realize what was going on until I saw her turn around and ride back toward me. We hung out, bear spray in hand, a few hundred feet down the road until we pulled someone over who could escort us past smokey. Pictures should be up soon. Just after encountering the bear black clouds where building in front of us. Since we couldn’t camp where we where we pressed on – the campground we where going for was still 15 km ahead. I think the rain and hail only lasted about 10 minutes, but it was ridiculously intense. This was the first time I’ve been truly grateful for my helmet (thanks Bridgette). We rolled into camp as the rain was subsiding and ate a great dinner of Tomatoe soup, with lots of pasta, rice, and tvp cooked over a warm campfire.

The next day we rolled to burwash landing, the first ‘civilization’ that we’d stopped at in 2 days. My knee was killing me, so I called for a rest day; we would travel the 40 km to a highly recommended campground that had a hot tub. As Kayla and I where rolling our weary selves into the free camping spot cdt appeared. Smiles, hugs, and happiness followed.

The following day (Monday) we arrived at the campground. Much to our chagrin, tent sites where $26, and the hot tub was an additional $4 per person – ouch! to much for my budget. we decided to press on to the next place, a hostel that advertised tenting sites. The hostel was about a mile down a lonely dirt road, literally in the middle of nowhere. The proprietor wanted $40 to put our tent down. It was tempting to accept, mostly due to the pouring rain, but we decided to move onto Haines Junction. The next 65 km where fairly rough, we didn’t stop save for a brief food break, and a flat tire. By the time we arrived I was fairly out of it – cold, soaked, tired, sore, etc., but our spirits where high. All I had to concentrate on was pulling one pedal then the other up in order to keep my knees from getting sore. I developed a rythm that was mesmerizing and made the time fly by. That sounds funny, but I guess you could say that last night the trip got pushed up another level; my mind cleared, I quit worrying about a lot of stuff, and was able to just enjoy a rainy day.

All told we went about 130 km on our ‘day off’. On the plus side we have a warm cabin to stay at, courtesy of one on cdt’s co-workers, and we went 75.6 km/h down the hill into Haines Junction.