I'm stuck on a project and can't make a long trip this year, my ass / heart are aching for another international adventure soon!! While I'm waiting for the hands of clock to hit 07/05/2020, I've been meaning to write this story up w/ details in the hope it might help a fellow inmate if/when they ever find themselves "water cooling" their GSes. It'll also help me keep the demons at bay, reminiscing over adventures of yester-years.. This post should probably be in the epic ride section, but I'm hoping to detail technically what I did to recover the bike so probably best to leave it in the GS section of the forum? In 2015 as I was exiting the Yukon territory back toward British Columbia, returning from a wonderful trip thru Chicken, Alaska - Dawson City area; my brand new 2014 GSA (about 4 months old / 6k miles on OD) crashed into Good Hope Lake, northern British Columbia.. Before the accident, I had thought the best highlight of the trip was getting lost in the woods, having to camp out near Chicken, Alaska because the Canadian border crossing was closed..only to experience my first Northern Light Show and UFO sighting. Simply amazing but of course, I didn't know WHAT I was looking at until it nearly went away.. GoPro takes terrible night images unless you are parked and have tripod/shuttle open.. but you can barely make out the lit sky just below the horizon. It did change from green - orange - red.. and a fallen star that fell from the skies only to zig-zag away once it reached the bottom horizon.. was just icing on a most magical night. I left the next day from Dawson, utterly content and spiritually fulfilled to begin the ride home. In any case, here I am heading due east about 20 miles before Watson Lake, YT off the Alaskan Highway (Hwy 1) before turning right /South onto the Stewart-Cassier Hwy (37). I get 80 miles south then start this wide swing around the mountain bend.. doing about 60 mph. I had seen the "Watch for Wildlife" yellow signs about 4 times since heading south and thought to myself.. "yeah right, whatever dude"; nevertheless, I do slow down to 50 mph. As I whip around the bend, naturally, Murphy is standing on the left side of road by the banks of Good Hope Lake w/ 3 Dali Sheep leashed in hand, ready to release them at the point he found the most joy. Soon as the sheep heard the roar of the mighty boxer engine, they scrambled out of the bushes to holler in unison "Surprises Moses, Happy Crash Day!!.. Oooh he's a jolly good fellow .. oh he's a jolly....." My reaction to this sudden attack was exact and succinct. "OH F@#$K, not again!!!" BOOM/ BAM!!! kussshhhhh (sound of bike skidding??) Crashing into the herd ( well.. 3 to be exact), I was able to slow down to about 40 mph before making contact with a slight left lean of the bike. Til today, I still wonder what would have happened if I just hit them straight on instead of trying to swerve. When the front wheel made contact w/ two of the sheep's buttocks.. yes buttocks!! It was happening all in slow-mo.. Their asses forever etched in my mind as their butts rose up and flipped over the front wheel. So ingrained in mind to the point that if I can't sleep now.. I count Asses.. not sheep, but I'm digressing.. As the bike rear end lifted up and the front wheel slipped to the right, I had a violent flashback of the horrendous crash I took, blowing pass a hairpin turn on the Pig's Tail near Fayetteville, AR. Broke right collar bone 3 places, 4 right ribs & 1 punched lung - ahh, what a great 2014 birthday present that was -- another story/ another day of course. The bike slams down hard on the left side, breaking my "grip of death" hold on it while I screamed.. "Ohhh shitttttttt!!!".. I take a hard tumble, landing on my left foot before rolling to a stop by the bank of the lake. Takes about 5 minutes to catch breath proper. Feeling around my body to see if anything is broken. I can't believe it !! Nothing is broken.. I get up in disbelief, laughing it off; only to collapse back on the ground in excruciating pain.. Left ankle and foot now swollen and painful to the touch.. Immediately, I start to worry that left foot is broken and all sorts of thoughts race through the mind about how to get out of this mess alive.. But after the initial shock, realized I could still wiggle my toes and feel pain on the foot if I pressed my fingers deep into the boot.. .. Oh good, probably just a major sprain or twist.. 20 minutes later w/ the adrenaline worn off, I can think / see clearly now. I stand up on the right foot and hobble around to survey the scene. I can't see the bike anywhere.. but I do see the dead sheep on the ground.. the 2nd one seems to be maimed up the mountain a ways.. Where I'm standing, I still can't find my bike. The sheep was dead on the right side of the road toward the ditch. Lake was on the left side of highway.. I hobbled back and OMG!! I see Alianna drowning in her own blood .. and in the Lake.. NO!!!!!! why her.. why her.. take me instead!!