After spending most of May and June in a classroom, I finally received a few days off and decided to load up my big KTM for a little weekend adventure. I had spent the weekend of the big D2D non rally sitting in a flight simulator in Atlanta so I decided to at least go run the same route, sans the big two wheel crowd. With the bike packed and some beautiful blue skies I headed out at the crack of dawn on Saturday. Okay, it's Alaska and dawn doesn't crack in the summer, and it was about 10:00am. I unfortunately am still learning to force myself to stop and take more pictures, so the shots of the Chugach Mountains and the Matanuska Glacier will come another time. But I did manage to take one at one my favorite places along the way, Eureka Lodge. Lunch break After a great burger and Eureka's famous 25 cent coffee I headed on up the road. My plan was to get some fuel in Glennallen then Tok and motor up to Chicken and camp for the night. Gas stops always bring someone over to look at my big orange motorcycle. "What kinda bike is that?" "A KTM." "Oh, a Kawasaki." "No, it's a KTM." "Oh, yeah, those are made in America." "No, it's built in Austria." "Hmmm. Sure is tall. Have fun out there." Did meet a couple of ADV types in Tok at the Chevron. One fellow from Arkansas riding a 1200GSA that was on an extended tour of the north, and then another guy riding a Vstrom who had spent two days in Tok because his credit card had locked up on him and he was having a tough time getting it unlocked. I immediately called my card company and let them know I was traveling. It started to rain as I pulled out of Tok and pushed on towards Chicken. Convinced myself to take some more pics. On the dirt before she got dirty The roads going higher and clouds are coming lower. The road was fairly muddy, but the KTM's heritage is evident in foul conditions. There are so many good bikes these days but man do I think this thing is the cat's meow when it come to dirt x distance. By the time I arrived in Chicken it was raining buckets. Some south bound guys on cruisers were sitting on the porch of the store having just ridden through a big thunderstorm and dime size hail. They all looked a lot less then happy. Looking at the ever increasing amount of rain falling, I left my camp set up packed and rented a cabin. 1st class accommodations! Tisha's school house tours are conducted by a real sweetheart of a gal named Emily, who is also the storekeeper. She knows her area history and is great to chat with. I wasn't the only one taking shelter for the night. Florida plates on the Beemer. Made it to the cafe 20 minutes before she closed up and had a little dinner (good thing I didn't stop and take a lot of pics). Tomorrow on to Dawson. Hot shower and good night!