Good point MapMaster Speaking of which, a map! Here's our stretch of route today... done twice. Twice? Just wait and catch up with me for a sec... Up early on a dewy morning in Chicken, we pack up in a rush and head out. We had a pancake for breakfast at the café. It was... interesting. Chicken's road out to the Taylor Highway, which connects with Tok (and the greater Alaska Highway again) is unpaved for a bit before turning into a willy-wacky mixture of paved and unpaved, mostly due to the amount of rebuilding the highway needs. So yup, you run into this a lot. Thankfully it was dry - overcast, but dry for most of it, so no crazy mud. The Taylor Highway offers impressive views of the rolling lower hills, covered in pine trees. Massive forest fires have turned entire areas into spooky otherworldly landscapes covered in husks of skeletal tree remains. I thought it looked incredibly cool, and it made for a unique atmosphere and scenery. As I said in my stretch about the Cassiar highway, the wildfires here are very important to the ecosystem, allowing new undergrowth to flourish and seeds to germinate. We walked through the spooky dead forest for a bit, enjoying the huge amounts of blueberries in the undergrowth. While looking unimpressed here, I can assure you Stuart also enjoyed the road massively. Taking plenty of photo-stops along the way, we rode on, eventually meeting with the Alaskan Highway at Tok to turn into one of the longest straight stretches of road in the entire United States. I enjoyed pushing the bike to some absurd high speed for a bit and then was startled as a trooper whizzed by in the other lane, quickly -bloop-ing his lights and siren. I slowed down... We stopped in Tok for some food and to enjoy cellular service, and I got an email on my phone from a girl who worked in Chicken. She had my wallet! Wait, what? It was turned in by a fellow motorcycle rider (whom I’d later meet in Fairbanks), who found it somewhere up the Taylor before a bridge in the middle of a dirt road. While annoyed, my sheer luck was enough to make me burst out in laughing. Stuart, tired as hell, went off to the local motorcycle campground to nap and I went off to ride the Taylor. Two more times. Third time the Taylor’s the charm, as they say (do they?). (they don't) I got to photograph a few spots I really wanted to take shots at the first time but neglected to. This is me heading back out. Thanks to Natalie, who worked the Chicken Creek restaurant / shop for contacting me. Cool chick! I think she's back in LA now? And of course, the kind rider who brought my wallet in! These trees make for incredible scenes. You know what's funny? Listening to particular audiobooks or podcasts on these lonely stretches is my favorite thing. I really enjoy the combination of scenery, solitude and concentration of riding coupled with well-told stories. Looking back, I can exactly tell you the stories I heard while riding and what scenery I saw during it. It's almost like memory is stored particularly well in this 'coupled' way, much like how a smell can bring back a host of other memories. Anyway, an observation. (In the stretch back to Tok I listened to how the goat infestation on the Galapagos was controlled by 'Judas goats'; goats implanted with GPS chips, which then found their fellow goats only to be tracked down by hunters in helicopters and shot to control their population.) Eventually, adding 200+ miles to the day, I made it back to Tok complete with my wallet and we set up camp at the Eagle’s Claw campground. We met a bunch of other bikers, used their sauna (!) and enjoyed what is easily one of the best campgrounds in Alaska. Go visit if you’re in Tok! It’s easily the best thing in town. Great deal.