Yes, it’s happened to me as it’s happened to many who’ve dared stray from their urban comforts to venture this far north. I’ve been struck by the Spell of the Yukon. It doesn’t hurt, but it does nag at you once you’re back in the car-honking, people-elbowing, lung-congesting city. And each year, when the days grow long and I think of the midnight sun, low on the endless Yukon horizon, casting purple-hued shadows across the silent land…well, I get itchy feet. You know the feeling.
Three seasons in a row, I’ve ridden solo up the Alaska Highway on my trusty Buell, Henk, to the legendary gold rush town of Dawson City. Last year, I made it all the way to the Arctic Circle and beyond with my pal Kevin, who loaned me a zippy little dirt bike for the long dusty bumpy gravely muddy pot-hole-filled “road” that is the Dempster Highway.
All the blogs you can handle, including videos of break-downs and rain storms, are on my Firehorserider website. Have fun perusing this, and write to me if you need any hints on solo travel, motorbiking the Alaska Highway, tackling the dirty Dempster, or pretending to be fearless.
I’ll even bring you along on my next northern adventure if you pay my way and make a large donation to Virgin Unite’s Heaven’s Angels.
