We rolled out of town 5 of us in a tight formation, heading once again to the holy city. 4 weekends in a row now I ride to the holy city. I think I qualify for the personal pilgrimage patch. Our destination for today is Chitina. We have rooms booked at the Chitina hotel.Traffic is light. Most people it seems are already camping in the gravel pits, taking part in the annual motorized murder large animal fall campaign. Riding by I spot some armed men sitting around the campfire commutating by using the world wide web.
Web On My Light
After Eureka its rain mostly. After the holy city its rain mostly. Totally geared and goggled up, pondering. Riding in the rain is just like riding in the sun…Except its darker, you can’t see as good, and well it is welter.
Hotel Chitina does us all good. Walking to the Copper River after riding we get soaked. That’s what happens when you leave your riding gear behind.
Sunday from the End of the pavement Chitina to the Golden Heart city Fairbanks via Tok. With another stop for gas in the holy city.
Sounds of gun fire from the streets of Chinita. Peppermint is heavy, but perhaps no match for the large calibre sounds from the street.