Howdy All, To those of you who have ever dreamed of riding your bike up to and in Alaska, I have only one thing to say, DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have thought about riding the Alaska Hwy. and all of the roads I have heard about since I was just a kid ( that was a lonnnnng time ago ) this year when BMW, brought out their latest version of the GS, I was ready to buy the bike and to make the trip. I have had my eye on the GS, for the last 5 years they just kept making it better and getting it to be more like the bike that I wanted. So after buying the bike and bolting on just about every after market goodi that would fit including a 10.9 gallon gas tank, I felt that the bike was ready for the journey to the town of Dead Horse, located within the confines of the Prudhoe Bay, oil field complex which is situated at the northern most end of the "Dalton Hwy.". The Dalton Hwy. originally know as the "Haul Road", because it's only purpose was to haul supplies up to Prudhoe Bay, while the Alaskan pipe line was being constructed, is the furthest north and west that a person can drive or ride on the North American Continent. There are other short pieces of road that are further north and west but they are located on or near the coast and can only be reached by aircraft or boat, they can not be reached by any land route. To ride this road has been something that has intrigued me for years. And so it came to pass that on July 14th. 2001, my riding partners Don and Scott, both of whom were also riding R1150GS's, accompanied me on one of the most enjoyable as well as difficult journeys I have ever undertaken on a motorcycle. Day number ( 1 ) We met and gassed up our bikes in the little town of Arlington, Washington, we left Arlington, at about 7:30 AM, and rode north to the Canadian border via one of my favorite roads good old State Route #9. This part of #9, is very scenic, lots of hills and curves a truly great road for motorcycles. After reaching the border crossing at the small town of Sumas, we had to spend some time convincing the border guards that we were not drug smugglers or arch criminals, we were then allowed to pass into Canada. Once in Canada, we proceeded north on a little connecting road that took us to Hwy. #1, we rode northeast on #1, through the town of Hope, in case your interested, the town of Hope, is where the movie "Rambo first Blood", was filmed. From the town of Hope, the road runs north following the Farser River, and is one of the most scenic roads in the area. The river cuts a deep gorge through the mountains, the road is up and down full of curves and the wind is constantly blowing around the corners. It's about time that I mention that the "MAXIMUM" speed limit in Canada, is 100 KPH, for us Yankees this translates into roughly 63 MPH. I have ridden in Canada, before and have done so in a "spirited" manner without any problems, however in the past I was in the lead and was constantly on guard for places where the RCMP, were likely to have one of their speed traps set up. This time, I was following my buddies and not paying attention to the terrain and the other clues that one must keep in mind if you are to speed without paying for "performance awards". The limit was 100 kph., we came around a down hill sweeper to the right, as soon as we came around the corner, we were greeted by one the Queens finest who directed us to the side of the road where we parked our bikes and stood in line behind all of the other folks who were also being rewarded for their excellent exhibition of driving and or riding skills. This was all accomplished in the best and most polite British tradition, we were each taken aside and told of how our .recklessness had endangered the peace and tranquillity of the Canadian .country side and that because of this we were being required to contribute .to the Queens retirement fund. Now I don't have problem with getting a ticket if I feel that I deserve it, but we were tagged for doing 109 kph., in a 70 kph. zone, the fine was $173.00 Canadian ( that's 115 dollars US. ) if we had been tagged at 110 kph., the fine would have been $475.00 Canadian. To my Yankee butt this is ridiculous. The speed limit changed as we were going down hill and around the corner, so my advice is this, if you ride in Canada, DON'T ride more then 10 kph., above the speed limit until you get north or west of Prince George. Thus our adventurous enthusiasm considerably dampened, we rode north on Hwy. #1, and then went north on Hwy. #97, at the town of Cache Creek. North of Cache Creek, the country flattens out and the scenery is not as spectacular but it is still beautiful, we kept riding until we reached Prince George, where we got a motel room and spent the night. Total miles the first day, 513.7, average speed 61.8 mph. It should be noted that every day of this trip the "Ton" ( British slang term ) was exceded at least once, but I will never admit to it in public, "that's my story and I am sticking to it".