End of Day 7

We sleep tonight only one room down from the hotel room we were in last night. But what a day in between.

Fairbanks to the infamous Dalton Highway. Up to the Arctic Circle, back down the Dalton. We saw a 50 degree change in temperature. Rain. Hail. Wind. Dust.

And I am worn out. What a day. I'll have to write more about it later.

We made it... Again

I'm in the middle of the "we made it" phase of our adventure. First we made it to Alaska, and I clenched my 49th state to bike through. Then "we made it" to Fairbanks (an actual PLACE, in Alaska), and a very-comfortable Hampton Inn.

Today, "we made it" to the arctic circle (66 deg. 33' N), our ultimate end point; the halfway mark of our trip (as in, turn around, towards home). Then "we made it" back down the famed, treacherous Dalton Highway (Ice Road Truckers highway) alive, bikes intact (though dirty).

Just a couple more "we made it"s ahead. Tomorrow, to Anchorage and our cabin where our family awaits for a week of... well a week of not riding my motorcycle. And then, by God's grace the "we made it" home, in a couple weeks.

Gotten so far, but we are not done yet.