Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Day 18 - Coldfoot, Alaska

This post is a continuation of my Alaska trip in 2012 for anyone reading my blog for the first time.

With a view like this I didn't want to leave Finger Mountain but lunch was waiting for me in Coldfoot.  Reluctantly I left the area and continued north towards Coldfoot.


The vistas just go on forever, the road following a sinuous path through the green mountains.  The road at this point wasn't bad, good packed gravel and sand, the kind of road I really enjoy.  I was able to maintain a decent pace, I was also surprised I hadn't seen any animals on or off the road.  We crossed paths with a few trucks but nothing else was on the road.




A few miles up the road we see the sign for the famous Arctic Circle stop.  This is a place I had seen in countless pictures from other riders and was one of my most anticipated landmarks to reach.  I pull in and there's not one soul there, just a sign and a platform for you to admire the scenery.  I was so happy I let out a loud scream in my helmet, finally I could take a photo in front of the famous sign with no one around.
The Arctic Circle is one of the five major circles of latitude that mark maps of the Earth. It is the parallel of latitude that runs 66° 33′ 44" north of the Equator.
The Arctic Circle is the southernmost latitude in the Northern Hemisphere at which the sun can remain continuously above or below the horizon for 24 hours (at the June solstice and December solstice respectively). Wiki
Look at my smile

This was the culmination of a dream and a very long ride to get here.  What better way to show you are on top of the world then to actually be on top?  I asked Dave to get the camera ready and proceeded to climb the sign.  The sign is pretty high as you can see on the above picture and I'm not a young kid, but that wasn't going to stop me from trying.  I climbed the sign and Dave snapped the picture, this photo is now the background of my work computer and the header on my Google+ profile.


The empty area around the sign, just the two of us and complete silence but this complete silence wouldn't last long, we are about to leave when we hear a car coming up the road blowing the horn like crazy.  We wait for them to show up.


A few minutes later a car pulls into the area and comes to a screeching stop in front of the sign, four guys jump out of the car hollering and waving flags.  I had already put the camera away and didn't capture their initial reaction but these guys were happy and talking loudly in Spanish.  The car was familiar to me because I had seen this type of Renault in South Africa but not in the US.  I look at the number plate and in disbelief I mutter "Argentina? is it possible?"


In broken English they explain to me they rode the Renault all the way from Argentina and are on the way to Deadhorse just like me.  I could hardly believe this old car had made it all the way from the other side of the continent, the very bottom of South America, but here it was in front of us having traveled all the way from Santa Fe, Argentina.



I take pictures of the four of them in front of the sign, with the car, without the car, individually, hey, I'm a photographer, I like to help my fellow adventurers. After a while we are ready to leave again when we hear another vehicle approaching, we decide to wait.


 This time it's an old couple with the longest camper I had ever seen, old style too, all aluminum construction.  We chat a little and they tell me they have been all over the US and Canada.  He takes me around and shows the map painted on the side of the camper.  I could hardly believe they have been driving this monster across the US and Canada and now Alaska.  I would love to do this one day.



Again we are about to leave when this time we hear bikes coming up the road, the roar telling me it was probably a twin, probably a KTM and soon I was proved right.  Two KTM's pull into the area and the riders quickly dismount.  We go over to chat, they are two Polish friends from the Chicago area. We needed to continue our trip, they are heading in the same direction as us, we say goodbye and leave them there chatting to the other people.  I would cross paths with these two guys again later on the way up, down and then in Fairbanks but I will leave the details for later, let's just say we had fun.


The scenery is pretty much the same but around every corner and over every hill we find beautiful landscapes that go on forever.  The pipeline winding itself close to the road at all times.


The road is now paved again, who knew that after all the gravel and sand we would fing a stretch of paved road.  We stop a few times for pictures, the vistas just kept getting better.



I find a spot where the pipeline is right next to the road with a small access road, I pull in and decide to explore the pipeline.  In some areas the pipeline actually goes into the ground to cross the road to the other side.  This gave me the opportunity to get a photo of me on top of the pipe.



I did see the sign but I'm a rebel, I didn't ride almost 5000 miles not to have a photo standing on the pipeline.

The Trans-Alaska Pipeline System (TAPS) includes the trans-Alaska crude-oil pipeline, 12 pump stations, several hundred miles of feeder pipelines, and the Valdez Marine Terminal. TAPS is one of the world's largest pipeline systems. It is commonly called the Alaska pipeline or trans-Alaska pipeline. Wiki
All along the pipeline you see these heat pipes that conduct heat from the oil to the fins at the top of the pipes in order to avoid thawing the permafrost.  I'm standing under one for you to judge their size.




About 55 miles north of the Arctic Circle and with the last few miles in the rain, we make it to Coldfoot.  The town is basically a truck stop on the Dalton Highway for truckers to refuel and grab lunch.  The population was 10 at the 2010 census. North of Coldfoot, there are no services for 240 miles (400 km), until Deadhorse.  The area near the restaurant is pretty large so trucks can navigate and turn around if necessary.   It was extremely muddy and slippery, the rain and the trucks making a mess of the area.  We park the bikes and head inside to grab lunch, a few other bikers and truck drivers are already there, we chat with them trying to get information on the road condition going north.  I found everyone very friendly and willing to gives us information.



The town was originally a mining camp named Slate Creek, and around 1900 got its present name when prospectors going up the nearby Middle Fork Koyukuk River would get "cold feet" and turn around. In 1902 Coldfoot had two roadhouses, two stores, seven saloons, and a gambling house. A post office operated from 1902 to 1912, then reopened in 1984. Wiki


There are two pumps and the line is usually pretty long as you have to go inside and pay before they reset the pump for the next guy.  Below is Dave in the back and the two KTM riders getting ready to refuel.



Coldfoot has a restaurant and a small number of overnight accommodations, converted pipeline construction camp quarters turned into a motel, the Slate Creek Inn.  The location, halfway between Fairbanks and Prudhoe Bay, is an excellent way to spend the night for anyone travelling north.  It's not cheap but nothing is in this part of the country, a Single/Double room is $199 per night.  We decided to continue all the way to Prudhoe Bay, the sun doesn't disappear below the horizon this far north, we still had a lot of hours to ride.




My bike was a mess, I was a mess but with the a full belly and the tank topped off as well as my Rotopax tank with an extra gallon, just in case it was needed, we bid farewell to Coldfoot and continue north, next stop has to be Deadhorse, aka Prudhoe Bay, 240 miles away.


To be continued.....

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Day 18 - Finger Mountain

This post is a continuation of my Alaska trip in 2012 for anyone reading my blog for the first time.

We left the Yukon River Camp and continued north fighting a little rain and the worsening condition of the road.  The clouds kept getting darker but the rain stayed away and we were able to maintain a reasonable speed in the slippery road. At 70 mph I could feel my rear tire fighting for grip on the wet spots, the traction control light would occasionally flash at me as if to warn me to slow down, definitely made for an interesting journey.



A few miles down the road we came upon the spot I had seen in pictures posted by so many other adventurers going north on this road.  It is also famous on the "Ice Road Truckers" show because the big trucks have to gain speed in the snow if they want to make it up the other side of the hill.  It's hard to imagine how far the other side is until you see a motorcycle go down the hill and disappear momentarily and then appear on the other side going up.


I sent Dave ahead while I took pictures of him riding downhill into the distance, briefly disappearing and then appearing on the other side already going up the hill.  I waited until he had reached the top on the other side before I continued. You can see the camper disappear briefly at the bottom on the animated GIF.






Dave and the camper briefly disappeared but I don't have a picture.  It's pretty deep at the bottom of the hill and I can imagine the difficulty for the trucks to make it up the hill when there's snow and ice on the road.




We ran into the occasional rain shower but nothing that would slow us down, we were both wearing our rainproof jackets and pants, worrying about the slippery road was my only concern.  A little later I found a spot where I could park the bike near the pipeline and off the road, we took the opportunity to rest, have a snack and rehydrate.  I almost caught 180 degrees view of the road on the picture below.



The road is pretty much the same, it can be a little monotonous at times, but I had a destination and determination to get there so I continue to plod along.   The light brown dirt is the worse when wet, I rode for miles and miles standing up, makes it easier to feel the bike and let it move under you.  The darker brown  dirt didn't feel as bad, it was still messy and slippery.



Not sure why there was a road here but it crossed the Dalton Highway, I took a little detour to investigate but it just kept going, I turned around after a while and came back to the Dalton.


We move on and a little later the road becomes paved.  We pick up speed and are able to quickly cover some miles.  At around mile 95 on the Dalton you come upon a very rocky area, the ground all around us was made of granite rocks.  A few miles later we stop at the Finger Mountain visitor area.


Finger Mountain is a topographical formation in interior Alaska. Not actually a mountain, it is a wide broad hill, with an altitude of around 1312 ft. It is named for Finger Rock, a distinctive granite protrusion on its surface. Finger Mountain Wayside is a partially maintained pullout along the Dalton Highway at mile 97.5. It features informational signs and some facilities for travelers. Wiki
We park the bikes and head for the granite rocks.  The place is well maintained  and there's restrooms.


The view towards the south

The view towards the north and the road we still had to cover.


While we were exploring the area we saw two other riders heading north but they never pulled in to the rest area.  They stopped their bikes, looked around and then continued.  I never understood why people do not want to see things and explore.  I think I would be a great explorer, I always want to go off the beaten path.


The landscape is really amazing, I climbed to the top of the rock and this was the view from the top.  See these full screen for best effect.



I'm like a cat, I had to climb to the top to get a better view.  Once up there I had a big smile on my face, poor Dave had to endure taking pictures but I did the same for him.  It's not everyday you get to this point, might as well enjoy it and capture the moment.




Time to get back on the road and continued north, we still had a while to go before making it to the halfway point in the town of Coldfoot where we planned to have lunch.

To be continued

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