Today was short (550 miles) due to a combination of very bad roads mixed with very cold and bad rain. That was just the last 100 miles, so the rest of the day was pretty good.
Joan says I can't go anywhere without meeting someone I have a connection with. In 2003, in Haines Junction, YT, which I just passed through, I met a man that worked with my dad. In the restaurant tonight, I met an Air Force veteran who knew a man I worked with at DPS.
Some things I saw:
This is where I had to stop and use the gas can. The gas station I was planning on was closed. I think fuel management is the most difficult part of riding a motorcycle on The Highway.
Me, riding a motorcycle in Yukon Territory.
100 miles from Alaska
I had to stop to say hello to a fellow Uralista because there are so few of us. This is Norm from Spokane. I am sad to say we are on the same mission but with different destinations.
Dave, this is Norm with the orange Ural. It was nice meeting you last evening. What a surprise it was.
ReplyDeleteYou and I are members of an elite club, a club whose membership we never aspired to, that of being a father who has lost an adult son.
May Preston RIP.