Just to prove that we are actually riding our bikes over here!
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Car rides are forbidden. Except when absolutely necessary. Trains count as cars. Boats are okay. Seaplanes count as boats. Should such an occasion rise. (This we decided when seeing all the…
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It is an old adage that luck favors the one who tries, and that held true this time as well. We have stood by the gate to the Whittier tunnel for…
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”Where’s the campground? ”Why did you bring me here?” ”I want a snack. Can I have a snack?”
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With a summer season as short as that of Alaska, road maintenance has to be made in the few months the ground isn’t frozen. That means the roads are ripped open,…
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In many ways Alaska resembles Finland. The nature feels very familiar, as does the climate. This should come as no surprise perhaps, as prior to 1867 we were in fact parts…
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With a big bear canister filling up our bag (a bearproof container to hide all food and other fragrant materials in) we had to slim down all other equipment. Where were…
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This is where the world ends over here, and this is where our journey began.
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Our journey proper began at the Spit of Homer. But before starting to cycle we had spent two days as guests of Debi and Charlie, who kindly gave us a cabin…
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On Thursday we landed in Anchorage, and our good fortune came in the form of two new friends, Sudevi and Ryan, who gave us their spare bedroom and a lot of…