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a temporary companion

Finally I get on the road and see the boy that dropped by my camp last night and we agree to ride together for a while. He is good company, happy to stop and explore, to pick berries. We talk all day about our trips, the people we have met, adventures and the road. Our […]

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boya lake

I wake at my mosquito ridden wild campsite just past the Junction 37 turn off. Breakfast is porridge sameness. I pack and get on my way by 9AM. I am very pleased to finally be off the Alaska-Canada Highway. The Cassiar Highway, more commonly referred to as Highway 37, is narrow, without a shoulder, but […]

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Today I rode from one nameless roadside camp 150 kilometres to another just past Junction 37 with nothing of note to report but a happy hour spent picking wild strawberries and raspberries by a riverside rest stop.

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teslin/the george johnson museum

I woke to thick, murky, grey, smoke; Teslin Lake barely visible, the mountains vanished, hazy orange pink light filtered through smoke. I set off down the Alaska Highway again with a wet rag over my nose and mouth. Soon I pass a cultural centre and stop to check it out. Impressive totem carvings watch over […]

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on the alaska highway

I 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 […]

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mountains ahead

Since entering Canada I have been regularly confronted with this sign and I am still unsure exactly what it refers to.

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leaving whitehorse

Eventually, I manage to rouse myself and pack my things back onto my bike but it is already 4.30 on a Monday afternoon by the time I make to leave Whitehorse. There are fires burning across British Columbia and grey green smoke hangs thick in the air. It is not an inspiring senario. As I […]

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I spend some days in Whitehorse. The heat-wave continues and I am glad to be off the road. On my second night in town, Tracy invites me to a dinner at a Mexican restaurant for an early celebration of her birthday. When she arrives home from work, Tracy suggests a swim before dinner and I […]

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arriving in town

I start to dream of Whitehorse long before I get there. Whitehorse is the capital of the Yukon Territory – the territory has a population of around 32,000 and 26,000 of those people live in Whitehorse. It is my first break since Anchorage and my real introduction to Canada. I arrive on a day that […]

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the wake

I leave camp by 9AM and cycle without a break to the campsite at Takhini River, a campground fifteen kilometres off the main highway. At the site, a group of women and one man – who passed me earlier on the road in a convey of four vehicles – are occupying a site surrounded by […]

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