As my last 300 miles on the Alaskan Highway came to an end it gave me time to think about what I had just done. Getting to the highway was tough enough and almost called it quits 2 days before I got there. The long road was getting to me and Alaska just seemed further and further away, but I pulled it together and got there to the “0”mile marker in Canada and had just 1400 more miles to go to reach Alaska. Starting out on the road I always stopped for gas because you didnt know how far the next gas station was but I learned as I went. As far as eating goes, there are no fast food anything on that road except in Whitehorse. So every gas station had a little diner with its own personality, friendly owners that will help you with anything they can and travelers who want to here your story and share theirs. I was such a rookie on this road learning as I went, there were no riders coming back since I was one of the first riders going up, some stations didnt even have gas yet because the season didnt really start till this week. So I had no one to talk to about what I was in for, I kinda liked it like that anyway. The scenery was breath taking, without trying to sound gay but OMG you had to see what Ive seen, the smells, the open air, the wild life running free. Yeah it was that good. The bumps in the road at the end were bad but I got through, I think if Alaska had an NHL team that would be the nicest road on the planet but why should the Canadians care, the americans are the only ones to use it. Coming back on the Alaskan Highway I felt like a veteran running into bikers on the way up and telling them my story on the road and what to look out for and good places to eat, it was fun watching them just as I felt a few days earlier. Coming back down I noticed the longer lines for gas and all the motorhomes and trailers making there way up, Im so glad I missed that. The highway does have its dangers without a doubt, you must respect it and its history, I saw 2 flipped over cars within 3 miles of each other, I pulled over both times to see if anyone was in the cars but were already gone, probably driving too fast and avoided some animal, 2o miles down the road I saw a bear ripped in half and was reminded of the very long and fast driving truckers on this road. I am so happy I did this highway, my parents did it when they lived here in the 50’s an my 2 brothers were born here and I heard all the stories growing up. I knew one day I would get up here but I figured after I retired or something. This is something I will never forget and Im happy I got to do this while I still could. With that out of the way I still have a long journey home and the weather is just not liking me.