After the Alaska trip and the 20+ part ride report I placed here, I heard from quite a few people that stated that they wished they had an easy way to document their trips, vacations, adventures, journeys, what-have-yous. Of course, this got me to thinking…and led to lots of follow-up questions, discussions with many others, and throwing some ideas down on paper. The result is something that will make anybody a wizard at capturing details of the future journeys that they take. You’ll never forget the name of a great restaurant, the contact info of somebody you meet, or those road names that took you to the view of a lifetime.
Stay tuned. Just for a couple of more days. I promise…something very interesting will be announced here. Website is built, Facebook/Twitter accounts ready to go, even advertising is set to hit on a number of websites. I’m just waiting on two graphics to get reworked for the website…then I’ll launch the idea. Few more days!
Due to the fact I have been working on the project above, I’ve not catalogued any more rides this summer. So, how about a quick update to get everybody caught up?
Have had a few people ask me how they can read about the Alaska trip in order of the days that happened. Well, blog writing simply throws the latest posts on the top and you end up having to scroll down and clicking “Older Posts” a dozen times to get to the first post of the ride series. And then you have to back up, read the posting, then back up higher to get to the next day. It is a headache of a way to read about a trip if you have not been reading the entries each day as they are posted…but that’s the way a blog works.
On the right side of the blog in the Blog Archives box are links to postings. Even though the Alaska trip started in June 2015, I actually started the write-ups when I got home in July 2015 (so pick that as your starting month if you just want to read about the actual journey).
Have received lots of emails…feel free to use the Contact page to touch base with me if you have any questions or want to bounce ideas regarding your own trip up north off of me…glad to help however I can.
Be ready for a novel….lots of text coming up. Go grab a cup of coffee before starting this entry. I’ll break up all the text with some more trip pictures since people just love photos.
Lessons learned on this adventure, some just a refresher, in no particular order:
I learned what the heck Poutine is after seeing it on many menus in Canada. It’s french fries with gravy; sometimes even with cheese thrown in. And maybe some other things, like bacon and such. Yes I tried it…personally not a fan although I do like gravy on my mashed potatoes. Here’s a picture because if you don’t know, it will drive you nuts on this adventure until you spend the money and order it:
DAY TWENTY-ONE: THURSDAY, JULY 02
I wanted to get going as soon as possible, as the night before I came to the realization that a long push for the day could have me sleeping in my own bed at the end of this day. I believe it was a little after 5 AM when I went to load my bike up in Rob’s garage with the gear I had taken up to their spare bedroom. Rob appeared a few minutes later and we chatted about my final route home. No way I wanted to go through Chicago no matter what time of day it would be, so I settled on the direct south route of I-94 to I-90 to I-39 to I-74 to I-465 as the main roads home.
DAY TWENTY: WEDNESDAY, JULY 01
Another night passed with the discomfort of trying to sleep with the throbbing rib cage that wasn’t feeling any better yet. Not being able to sleep for more than thirty minutes at a time, it was very easy to get moving around by 6 AM. Taking gear out to the bike, I ran into Jeffrey who was already completely loaded and ready to go. He had already eaten, taken his bike to top off for fuel, and was getting very anxious to leave as soon as possible so he could get to his work buddies by their lunch time that he kept talking about the night before at dinner. Eventually I got loaded up and rode to the gas station down the street to fill up. My traveling companion sat behind me by the curb, bike running which was not normal, and flipping the throttle repeatedly in between sending out messages to his friends on the phone that he was going to meet with them on time. I pulled around to chat with him after fueling and he was very eager to get to get going to his planned lunch stop.
The ride south out of Grand Forks was uneventful. During the hour ride down to Fargo, we got separated repeatedly by passing traffic. I had told Jeffrey previously that if I was not able to safely stop at the Minnesota state line for my standard picture, that I’d take the exit into the first rest area. Sure enough, the Fargo traffic near the MN state line was loaded with morning commuters by the time we had arrived there about 8 AM. I backed off the speed allowing lots of traffic to pass me as I continued to watch my rear view mirror for signs of Jeffrey who had disappeared from view. As the rest area exit ramp appeared, I could clearly see Jeffrey…which means I knew he could clearly see me.