04klr
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Another shot from Tuk. before leaving town headed back to Inuvik.
Stu and Russ.
the story was that spring came so fast that the locals essentially had enuf time to get their large wooden sleds and the sleds themselves off of the ice before the melt. The snow machines were littered all along the sides of the road soo to be rescued with trucks.
Russ arrived in Fort McPherson with bad things happening iside his kTm. It would prove to be a cleaved off chutch basket tower, um, yikes! Lucky enough all the pieces stayed in place and with one less bolt existing in the clutch basket the motor was buttoned up and we carried on.
with no further drama we were back in Dawson,, and that's on the level.
a day of hanging around followed later by a terrific bbq at the Bunkhouse where we stayed.
headed towards Johnsons Crossing.
when we arrived was perfect timing to meet up with a group of Marks buddies from Merritt. That is a lot of Orange, and one sad lonely vstrom.
After the KTM love-in we headed to the Keno signpost for one of the top views in the far north.
shhh. Ktm sleeping.
too big to look right, the chasm at the Keno signpost is massive and is, as already said a stunning view.
(note the blackening skies to the left)
the signpost not seen by most northern tourists.
and a moment later the skies opened up and let fly with large helmet whacking hail!
with the endless view afforded at the signpost site you could see the storm would be over in a minute so might as well just laugh about it and take pics. Did a fine job of washing the bikes off.
After a camp night in Carmacks we were off to Ross River for 500km of fuel.
Floyd, true to his dsbc moniker "luvtoride", has a big grin on his face as we head up the 225km dead end N Canol. And Mark there, well you already know he's grinning.
all the way from south dakota to become junk in the Yukon. Almost twin Katooms.
if you venture up the north canol, you are required to take pics. of the abandoned trucks which are now protected as a national site.
you are not required to have traces of baja mud on your panniers.
shhh. ktm sleeping.
old fart in an old truck.
at the end of the road 225 km from ross river and scarcely a bldg. passed or vehicle seen. Most all old bridges have been removed and replaced over the recent years here at the border of Yukon and NWT they have removed the washed out bridge remains, but chose to make the most northern section largely inacessable by not installing a new bridge.
what hasn't been mentioned at this point is that Marks bike broke in half, really a catastrophic broken frame, so we ditched him on the side of the road with the bears and continued on with "our" ride to the end of the N Canol. When we retuned hours later he was nowhere to be found. He had with piano string tight rachet straps pinched the whole from end back into the broken off proper position and then just started riding back towards R River, paying attention to NOT touch the front brake.
Sometimes things happen, like breaking a bike when on the N Canol. And things also happen like finding at home, for a brief visit before heading out of town for weeks after having been away for months you find the lone avilable welder in town. Several hours later after some creative welding Marks bike was ready to take him towards home. Floyds bike recieved some rear bearings at the same time.
(for the record, KTM went good for a new frame)
and then we were on the south canol with its own version of epic scenery.
it's all floyd in this pana. pic. from the south end of the S Canol.
last pic of the day at our camp beside the hwy just short of Teslin. Living like kings on the road, cheezies, taco chips, canned salmon, baby bel cheese, stew, noodles and a nice cold beverage. Well worth smiling about.
next segment, back towards home and into july and likely the rest of the year, or three tires however youd like to see it..
thx fer lookin.
Stu and Russ.
the story was that spring came so fast that the locals essentially had enuf time to get their large wooden sleds and the sleds themselves off of the ice before the melt. The snow machines were littered all along the sides of the road soo to be rescued with trucks.
Russ arrived in Fort McPherson with bad things happening iside his kTm. It would prove to be a cleaved off chutch basket tower, um, yikes! Lucky enough all the pieces stayed in place and with one less bolt existing in the clutch basket the motor was buttoned up and we carried on.
with no further drama we were back in Dawson,, and that's on the level.
a day of hanging around followed later by a terrific bbq at the Bunkhouse where we stayed.
headed towards Johnsons Crossing.
when we arrived was perfect timing to meet up with a group of Marks buddies from Merritt. That is a lot of Orange, and one sad lonely vstrom.
After the KTM love-in we headed to the Keno signpost for one of the top views in the far north.
shhh. Ktm sleeping.
too big to look right, the chasm at the Keno signpost is massive and is, as already said a stunning view.
(note the blackening skies to the left)
the signpost not seen by most northern tourists.
and a moment later the skies opened up and let fly with large helmet whacking hail!
with the endless view afforded at the signpost site you could see the storm would be over in a minute so might as well just laugh about it and take pics. Did a fine job of washing the bikes off.
After a camp night in Carmacks we were off to Ross River for 500km of fuel.
Floyd, true to his dsbc moniker "luvtoride", has a big grin on his face as we head up the 225km dead end N Canol. And Mark there, well you already know he's grinning.
all the way from south dakota to become junk in the Yukon. Almost twin Katooms.
if you venture up the north canol, you are required to take pics. of the abandoned trucks which are now protected as a national site.
you are not required to have traces of baja mud on your panniers.
shhh. ktm sleeping.
old fart in an old truck.
at the end of the road 225 km from ross river and scarcely a bldg. passed or vehicle seen. Most all old bridges have been removed and replaced over the recent years here at the border of Yukon and NWT they have removed the washed out bridge remains, but chose to make the most northern section largely inacessable by not installing a new bridge.
what hasn't been mentioned at this point is that Marks bike broke in half, really a catastrophic broken frame, so we ditched him on the side of the road with the bears and continued on with "our" ride to the end of the N Canol. When we retuned hours later he was nowhere to be found. He had with piano string tight rachet straps pinched the whole from end back into the broken off proper position and then just started riding back towards R River, paying attention to NOT touch the front brake.
Sometimes things happen, like breaking a bike when on the N Canol. And things also happen like finding at home, for a brief visit before heading out of town for weeks after having been away for months you find the lone avilable welder in town. Several hours later after some creative welding Marks bike was ready to take him towards home. Floyds bike recieved some rear bearings at the same time.
(for the record, KTM went good for a new frame)
and then we were on the south canol with its own version of epic scenery.
it's all floyd in this pana. pic. from the south end of the S Canol.
last pic of the day at our camp beside the hwy just short of Teslin. Living like kings on the road, cheezies, taco chips, canned salmon, baby bel cheese, stew, noodles and a nice cold beverage. Well worth smiling about.
next segment, back towards home and into july and likely the rest of the year, or three tires however youd like to see it..
thx fer lookin.
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