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.
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.
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