The Boss

Dear future me,

The fastest way of getting to know all the (fun) bikers from Alaska and other parts of Canada/USA is definitely going to the Dust to Dawson! It takes two days to get there from Anchorage, but on my way up, in some nice company, there were bikers all over the place. Even the Top of the World was conquered by the motorized two-wheelers, leaving from Tok to Chicken and ending in Egg City…ehh, sorry, Dawson City (only funny for Dutch People by the way). This old authentic gold rush town in Canada was ready for us and all our bikes, neatly lined up on the side off 2nd street just in front of the Downtown Hotel. That hotel was going to be my home for the next few days and I just loved the luxury. Maybe that’s why I chickened out of doing the Poker Run, as the rain was pouring down and mud channels were happy to trick bikers off their bike. My bed was too nice! And sure I couldn’t participate in the Bikers game, cause that’s only a guys thing, right? Mmm, I think I chickened out there as well. Just have to practice my slow riding techniques, funny-bag-on-my-head-and-stop-as-fast-as-you-can talents, putting eggs ehhh, sorry again, balls in tiny buckets skills etc. some more. I’ll be back some day and then I’ll show them!

After all the excitement of the D2D days, it took a while to get back to the reality of traveling on my own. Suddenly my bike was the only one parked in the 2nd street, enclosed by big vans and cars. No fun in that, so I took it out for a spin of 1600 km. On the day I arrived in Dawson my plan was to go back westward to Alaska. On the day I left Dawson, I was heading east for the Dempster Highway, a “terrible” off-road highway that leads through beautiful scenery up to the border of  the Northern Territory of Canada. Beyond that is Inuvik, a far and away “boring” city near the artic in a flat “boring” tundra area. So on the second day I decided to go all the way to Inuvik ;) As for all my plans, there is always just one rule: follow my inner voice. No matter what everybody else is saying (you shouldn’t go on your own, the road is really bad, bears will eat you alive, there is nothing interesting behind the border) or what the situation is (3 hours of hail, 100 triljon mozzies with 400 triljon tiny little legs on the outside of my tent), that inner voice is The Boss. If it says GO I should do it, there is no point of fighting it because it will keep on nagging 24 hours a day until I surrender. And hallelujah, it always pays off. The ride was awesome and I had a super time in Inuvik, because I could witness the signing of the devolution agreement. It gives local government jurisdiction over the land and natural resources. There were a lot of speeches from the government and native representatives, but the best part was the meal and the native dancing. I only heard about it two minutes before I was leaving town and there it was again: STAY, and I obeyed.

It took a while for me to get used to it, but here in Alaska and the Northwest of Canada people are very proud to show off their hunting equipment and their furs. It ranges from spears and stuffed animals in the museum to guns in Wallmart and Polar bear skin, head included, as decoration table-cloth at political signing ceremonies. When I admired the gift the local people of Inuvik gave to the minister, I noticed that they just put it down on a wolf’s head, with his little nose sticking out. But I do understand the difference between tradition and pure western forms of leisure sports. As I can’t understand why people will kill animals just for fun and be happy about it, I can enjoy all the native artifacts that are shown in the fantastic museums of Alaska. And although this woman has 0% fashion molecules in her body, I do admire all the different styles the native woman from various clans used to make summer and winter clothing for themselves and their family. Why go to Paris, just come over to Alaska for the newest fashion of using skins and fur of Caribou, Sea Lions, Wolferines and birds.

So far I haven’t said anything about the traffic here in this part of the World. I had to get used to it for a while, not because it is really hard to learn the rules, but because it makes me feel uneasy. For instance, turning right when the traffic lights signs red. Even after a month, I’m still looking for a police car who will sneak up on me and throw me in jail for ten years every time I follow this (not very consistently) rule. I am just brainwashed in all my 37 years of living on the planet: red = stop. On the other hand, a stop sign doesn’t mean that you really have to stop; just relax on the gas and look to both sides. At least in Holland. Here in Alaska, you’ll come to a full stop. Then you wait a little while and then you’re allowed to move on. It gets a bit confusing when there are more cars on the crossway, because I haven’t figured out yet who should go first. I just use my inner voice rule that whoever comes first, gets to go first. So far, I haven’t been in contact with any auto or truck material and I would like to keep it that way. I do predict that I might have a collusion with a bicycle soon, because I’m not used to the cyclist on the sidewalks as I’m walking there off guard. At least they (the cyclist) are protected with their helms on, which is pretty funny as it is not mandatory for motor bikes. I guess the brains of bikers aren’t that much worth to protect anymore, if they have a brain at all. Huh?


Annemieke, 2 July 2013

Reacties 3

Marian Hannewijk 03-07-2013 11:06

Hoi Annemieke
Wat een avontuur is je leven nu daar in Alaska.
Fijn dat wij daarvan een beetje mee mogen genieten dankzij jouw verhalen.Je zal ondertussen ook wel in het engels denken.
Heel veel plezier nog en volg je hart.
lieve groetjes v Marian.

Inge 05-07-2013 10:22

Nog maar net weg en al zoveel gezien en gedaan!! Gaaf hoor!! en die Amerikaanse verkeersregels (want zo werkt het in het hele land hoor niet alleen in Alaska) wennen heus wel. Heerlijk juist dat je door rood mag rijden als je rechtsaf gaat....mag hier toch ook op de fiets ;-)

Have fun!!!!!! en be safe

Dawson Steve & Jack 11-07-2013 20:27

Hello Annemieke, 7-10-13
Jack and I left Dawson Friday morning 6-28-13. We looked for you to say bye. When did you get your tire replaced and did you head for the Dalton Hwy and Prudhoe Bay.
We headed to Whitehorse and stayed at the Hot Springs for a couple nights then rode to Skagway got on the ferry with some more adventure bikers, to Haines and on up to Haines Junction for the night. Skagway was very touristy. Haines was nice and quite. The highway from Haines to the junction was an excellent ride. You would like it. Also nice was "Six Mile Lodge" at Tangish Lake about 60 miles from Whitehorse. Go there for an excellent meal and hosts.
If you get into Palmer, Alaska give me a call.

Safe and Adventurous Journeys
Steve 907-232-8264


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