Million Dollar Falls from Ken Roberts on Vimeo.
Ken makes a brief lunch stop at Million Dollar Falls, along the Haines Road, towards Haines and his ferry south
Million Dollar Falls from Ken Roberts on Vimeo.
Ken makes a brief lunch stop at Million Dollar Falls, along the Haines Road, towards Haines and his ferry south
Blitzkrieg into British Columbia from Ken Roberts on Vimeo.
Still no bears, but hordes of Germans.. Just like France, the Yukon and British Columbia being popular destinations. Direct flight from Frankfurt into Whitehorse, most likely the only international airport in the region.
I’d planned to take the ferry south from Skagway. Why, Rick had asked whilst I’d being staying in his cabin near Haines Junction? Haines was closer, and the next port of call for the ship. And I was a bit pressed for time. So I’d decided to take the Haines Road due south and ride for Haines. About one hundred and fifty miles. Day and a half to get there.
A steady climb out of Haines Junction. Flatter sections around Kathleen Lake, past Klukshu First Nation village. And then lengthy uphills, insidious rather than steep, past Million Dollars Falls. Over the southern boundary of the Yukon into Canada’s British Columbia Province.
Next the Chilkat Pass, highest point on the road at over three and a half thousand feet, on beyond the Three Guardsmen mastiff, its tallest peak more than six thousand feet. Then the descent to the US border and a return to Alaska. Fifty or so miles into Haines, a further five to the ferry terminal.
The plan was simplicity itself. Push as far as I could on the first day, as close to the US border as possible. Wild camp before I lost the light. Rise early. Into Alaska, find the roadhouse I’d been told about and refuel with a decent breakfast. Then press on to the ferry.
Courtesy of friends at my local community radio station in Somerset, England – www.10radio.org – you can catch up with my regular monthly on-air chats with good friend and neighbour Jon.
In the latest episode Ken talks about his arrival into North America, the search for wild bears and plans for the road ahead. Click on the link below to download the interview.
A chance meeting at a roadhouse had led to a week or so of riding together through the final stages of Alaska, and down into Canada’s Yukon Province. Some great shared experiences for Mike and I. Both the better for it. But now time to part company.
He was heading east for Minnesota whilst I was turning south, back into Alaska and the sea port of Haines, picking up the ferry down to Prince Rupert, in Canada’s British Columbia.
There’d been a final hearty breakfast in a cafe in Haines Junction. I joked he’d never look at a mini-donut in quite the same way again. If only I’d found a way to capture the consequences of devouring them, I’d have had a self-perpetuating stove.
Rations replenished in the town’s only store, we shook hands, promised to keep in touch, wished each other safe travels, and went our separate ways.
Haines Junction from Ken Roberts on Vimeo.
Ken takes a brief look around the small town of Haines Junction in Canada’s Yukon Province.
We’d needed a rest day, however impromptu. Chance to dry out wet tents and damp kit. And have a shave. My feeble attempts at growing a beard were no more. Actually, it resembled little more than a few days stubble, but was still uncomfortable to remove with a razor. I’m sure it would have blossomed, but I’d decided the Yukon look probably wasn’t quite me. It had to go.
In the past there’d been strict rules for this sort of thing. No beards. And always making a point of never dating a woman with one. Just like poor lip-synching, I find it a bit off-putting. Under-arm hair I can live with. Quite like the French.
Rush hour on the Alcan from Ken Roberts on Vimeo.
Ken describes the Alaska-Canada Highway – the Alcan – filmed during one of its busier moments