6 Oct 2017 – 14 February 2018 – Yahoo! Desert demons and “Gas gas!”

11-12 Aug 2017 – Mayhem in a crystal maze (Previous post: up to 5 Oct 2017)

“Fancy kayaking uris Tracy Arm, and spending the night?” Jason asked me and our mate Josh, an experienced whitewater kayaker with a quiet gravitas about him. This won’t be a day at the beach like itaddling across the lake to Mendenhall Glacier, I was promptly informed. Tracy Arm is a narrow fjord 50 miles southeast of Juneau leading to Sawyer Glacier. There are zero rangers in attendance; it is deep in the Alaskan wilderness. “Okay, let’s do it—what’s the worst that could happen?”

13 May-5 Oct 2017 – “Ground Control to Major Tom”

Yup. It’s been a while. Stark raving mad-as-a-box-of-frogs, the radio silence is o-v-e-r. “Delighted” is a weak term; I’m finally able to relieve the itchy feet as we hit the road again. From late summer last year right through to the onset of spring based in Alberta’s Narnia, this summer found us back in Southeast Alaska—trigger-happy on the humpbacks, (Sony style). U.S. visa expiry and friendship renewal have led us full circle. Fortunate to write the backstory from May 2017 in the comfort of the Stowasis, it’s overwhelming to know how to pack it all in. But pack it in, I will.

14 Apr-12 May 2017 – Glamping on a glacier

Having far from satisfied our fix of Juneau in Southeast Alaska last summer, and fortuitously invited back—courtesy of a Fishhook Fatty hooking us up with a fellow biker—it didn’t take long to make preparations. Namely pack the panniers and head south to the ferry.

But only made possible thanks to Ian and Kristina, who tirelessly took us and the bikes in their truck on a 1,250-mile return trip. Blimey, that’s a long way in one day, guys! “Going the extra mile” is a weak term for how the Goodwins went above and beyond. Heck, it’s very possibly the understatement of our 3 year trip to date. And thus, avoiding the need for us to motorcycle over the snow-choked high pass to Haines and instead, safely make tracks onto rideable road. Thank you, both, dearly.

16 Jan-13 Apr 2017 – Mad dogs and Englishmen, snow machines and mayhem

What had begun to feel like a protracted ice age—having spent half a year in a landscape leached of colour—followed the joyous onset of spring in Wasilla, Southcentral Alaska. Where the dominion of winter finally permits the release of snow and ice from her frozen prison. A new world about to mysteriously surface, bursting with energy, and the capacity to restore life in all its manifestations.