Today had the potential of tearing me to pieces. I awoke at about 9:30am, due to the timezone shift and quickly packed up my area. No animals visited me in the middle of the night, and I put everything together, planning on a breakfast away from where I camped down the road. It was hot, little to no clouds in the sky, and the roads were bone dry. This posed a problem to me, my good speeds I was achieving late in the evening were brought down to 5 km [read more]
Another night sitting in my tent scared to death at whatever it is tromping around in the woods. I’m stealth camping in the North West Territories, and i figure it could be a bunch of things. Over top of the roar of the bugs that sound like an oncoming semi on the highway which is only a few hundred feet away, I can hear ducks flapping their wings, diving into the small pond, bangs and crackles of twigs snapping, and the odd weird sound. Yup – this is wilderness. Outside [read more]
After I wrote the last post I left the Tetsa Outfitters Cafe and headed on down the road with hopes of making it up the final climb through the Northern Rockies. 40km to go at 9pm doesn’t offer too much hope for success, but I rolled with it anyways. I swapped my gloves, and started pedaling to build up my core temperature, not knowing what weather I’d be in for. It turned out to be dry, and warming up fast. Steam coming off the road made for surreal riding as [read more]
Sitting here enjoying the biggest Cinnamon Bun I have ever seen in my life some 120km outside of Fort Nelson. I’m making good time and still will meet my planned arrival time with hours to spare, giving me a chance to poke around some of the nooks and crannies of the town before backtracking to Route 77. I’m in the last stretch of passing through the Northern Rockies, but due to a violent storm that snuck out of nowhere I figured it would be in my best interest to come [read more]
Thank goodness before I came up to the north I had a chance to pick up mesh pants and mesh shirt for when I was stationary. I’m sitting in my tent just fearful of what would happen to me if I didn’t have protection from these nasty mosquitoes. By far, tonight is the worst I have ever seen bug infestations. Looking on the mesh liner of my tent door I view 9 trying to get in, and at least 3 dozen flying around the vestibule. I’m not sure I have [read more]
It’s only been 8 days since I’ve been in the Yukon but I’m afraid I have to say goodbye for now. There are a few other highways I’ll explore later on in life, such as the Top of the World Highway, and the Dempster Highway – Just now is not the time. I’m about 12km from the British Columbia border still on the Alcan Highway, which will morph from Highway 1 to Highway 97. In fact, it’s not the first time I’ve done this, there was a 63km stretch with [read more]
Statistics while cycle touring throughout Yukon, Canada, with photos, travelers information, daily logs of distance, elevation and costs, journal entries.
Life at 15km/h is pretty mindboggling. You get to capture so many moments in slow motion while riding a bicycle as opposed to driving in a car. Subtle changes in colours every few metres, different smells from vegetation and plants, and interactions with the wildlife are just some of the things we take for granted. If you haven’t ridden long distances on your bike, do so – it’s a different way to look at the world, an excellent opportunity to visit smaller towns and villages you’d normally pass by in [read more]
Our first stealth camp with the crew –It’s actually more stocked with amenities than some pay campgrounds I’ve seen. Its missing power, which turns it into a day picnic area, but instead of sterile numbered pull-through lots as the ones I’ve seen that exist on this stretch of the Alcan highway, we’re presented with a viewpoint overlooking the Morley river, complete with bridge, and cable car for maintenance. We hear the odd semi, but we’ve got secure storage for our food in the back of the garbage cans and it’s free. [read more]
Let me start by explaining the bug situation here. It’s minimal so far, every 2 minutes or so you have a bug come at you during the day, and in the Wolf Creek Campground I am staying in, they come in swarms for a few minutes and then let you be. The mosquitoes are good enough to bite through the fabric of your shirt, as proven by the blood stains showing in various parts. Gross. However, my dear readers the worst is yet to come. It’s going to get worse [read more]
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