Donnerstag, 28. August 2008

REUPDATED Monday 18th August - Tuesday 26 th August 2008 WET-WILD- and WONDERFUL CANADA

Monday 18th August 2008
We are leaving Fairbanks at rather rainy conditions, with skies slightly clearing up during the day . We keep hoping for some sunshine to ride up the dirtroad Top-of-the- World-Highway, taking us all the way to the Canadian border along a magnificient route.
Weather is on and off with some scattered rain, cloudy mostly and some sunshine spots, giving us an idea of the beauty surrounding us on the way.
Spotting Caribous and some black bear along the road we finally head into Chicken Alaska- allegedly Alaskas smallest "City" with 20 permanent residents - whatever it is , it's one of the funniest places up there and well worth a visit for its setup, but even more than that for its people. Our staying there in our tent included a demonstration of a homebuilt canonbomb sort of thing, tearing apart by an enourmous explosion some ladies panties one of the girls gave to the guys to blast it with their machine - crazy but nice fellows out there in the wild at minus 40 degrees Celsius in winter . While you camp outside in your tent, they tell you not to be worried about the grizzlies around - if one should show up at night , we shall just call them and they will help us with their 20 guns around !

Chicken Alaska

Tuesday, 19th August 2008
We cross the Canadian border along the Top-of-the-world-Highway, facing no real bordercheck but just some friendly questions about who we are and where we are going -


After crossing the Yukon on a ferry down we ride into Dawson City - situated at the confluence with the Klondyke it was from here, that the Klondyke-Goldrush in 1896 took off - leadin more than 100 000 desperate and hopefilled goldseekers on their way over the Chillkootpass to the Yukon - of whom only 35 000 ever got there at all - and very few of them ever got rich at all.
Dawson is carefully restored , maintained and partly left alone to keep the atmosphere of these days alive - pics are soon to follow- but getting access to a fast internetconnection in this part of Canada is not that easy - so please apologize for pics only getting on later.
We spent the night above a noisy and smoky bar in an 1898 built old and pretty rundown hotel in town - and we guess not one of the guys in that pub is not a drunkard - many of who are native people - a population in which alcoholism is a sad and konown problem these days.

Dawson Impresssions

Dawson Westminster "Hotel

Wednesday 20th August 2008
Next morning surprises us with splendid sunlight - how much more we would have enjoyed it, if we had known, that it would be the last real sunshine for quite a long time- not meaning we had too much of it in Alaska before.
We take a lot of scenic goldrushpictures before we head off again, following the road south , running in a dull and rainy riding day. Glimpses of the cloudcoverd mountains let us guess about the beauty of the nature surrounding us , while the day takes us into the not really spectacular, but scenic city of Whitehorse, where we spent the night in a friendly familyhostel.

Thursday 21st August 2008
Having met Kyla, a Canadian female Ducatista ( That is an expression for the Ducati-Riders ) at Denali park, she got us invited to visit her for a free Glacier flight and see her glasblowing business in Skagway, Alaska, 140 km down south from Whitehorse.
Despite the weather is not at all looking flyable, we make up our minds to take the extraway to Skagway - we get rewarded with loads of water from above , but yet we cross a spectacular landscape again, including the totally misty White Pass, where we cross back into Alaska again.
We finfd Kyla in her glassblowing shop as well as a hostelplace in the scenich, but somewhat very touristy setup of Skagway. Slowly but surely that rain is getting on our nerves ...:-)

Friday 22nd August 2008 Weather and rain permitting no flying at all we say Goodbye to Kyla as well as to Skagway and
we are back to paved road on the route to Watson Lake, with continoous rain on and off 10 times a day, thus creating very dangerous bridgecrossings. This due to the fact , that many of the riverbridges are covered with either wood or even worse steelroasts, that get extremely slippery when wet - so bikers take care on these bridges !!!
The rest of the day is rain routine till Watson lake, camping outdoors in our tent.

Saturday, 23 rd August 2008
The Signpostforest (originally started when the Alaskan Highway was built in 1942 and one of the workers put up a sign with his hometown on a tree) is the one and only attraction of Watson lake. It meanwhile contains thousands and thousands of signs brought up and put on there by numerous travellers from all over the world. We keep looking for a sign of our homeregion and add our little contribution there - and mainly take a picture with the shirts on, our Russian friends from Vladivostok Prodrochki Bikers gave to us ( pics to follow as soon as possible ).
We then leave the Alaskan Highway heading on to the lesser driven Cassiar Highway 37 - more scenic and partially a dirtroad again .
The rain on the dirtpart of Cassiar Highway together with the mud covers us up within minutes , so taht we cannot see a thing anymore through our visors ! Yet the driving itself is nothing difficult compared to the Russian "Highways" - we have to use all our drinking water to at least see a little bit again !

Just mud :-)

While Hombre is already riding ahead again, I stop along the road to sort out my raingear and quickly get off my bike .
Guess who is standing 5 meters next to me on the road , when I turn round again ?
Our first Timberwolf - and it is nothing about charging or threatening at all - it's more a sensation of mutual curiousity about who is who .
While I get back on the bike again he walks around , behind and in front of me , and it is only when a truck passes by, that he escapes after a couple of minutes . Wonder what would have happened if that truck had not come ...

Sunday 24th August 2008

With more rain but back to a paved road we are driving our way along back to Alaska into a very special little town named Hyder, passing the Bearglacier and dozens of waterfalls cascading down hundresd of meters, being fed by the magnicient but mostly invisible glaciers throwning above in the cloudy skies. Hombre is spotting another wolf and bears on the road, before we get to a teriific fishcreek, where we are happy to watch 2 younger grizzlybears strwling along the little river. While they are up to collecting berries and trying to catch salmons from the creek, a baldheaded eagle is landing next to them - what an amazing site for wildlife - it even makes us forget the rain ;-)

Next we are riding up a fairytale like glacier road leading us to a mindblowing glacier scenery - not without encountering a major Grizzly along the river and crossing the street right behind Babas bike - moments to be remebered for a lifetime - just as much as the breathtaking landscape - despite you cannot take any good pictures of it due to the rain, the atmosphere is unique and wonderful - wet but happy we find a place to spend the night in Jack's bed and brweakfast, one of the really nice guys living in Hyder. With a great days impressions we fall asleep - wet after another rainy day - but happy for it !

Bear Glacier on the way to Hyder

Monday, 25th August 2008

Canadian rain is on and off all day long while we make our way back to Canada from little Hyder town through Stewart, spotting three more Blackbears alongside the wet but wonderful winding road. One of them sits only 5 meters away from the bikes, while we watch him with the engine running and first "escape"gear set to go in rocket mode. As fascinating these wild animals are - we are well aware of them being wild, untamed and - dangerous.
So we pay our respect to nature and take off after a couple of minutes "face-to-face" and almost completely forget about the rain :-) !
On to Meziadin Junction we pass the historic totempals near Kitwanga - regarded to be the oldest original totempals in Northamerica - we find they would have deserved a greater place to be shown - but yet enjoy the atmosphere that they express by their majestic simplicity.
Highway 16 takes us into Houston (Canada!, not Texas) where we spent the rainy night in our cosy tent.

Tuesday 26th August 2008

We head on ignoring the ongoing cold and rainy conditions , nothing much spectacular on the way but falling temperatures and us dreaming to rather ride a submarine but a bike.
Behind all the raincloud we believe to see a terrific mountain scenery to come closer, while we approach Jasper National Park through Prince George and some other smaller places along the way .
We think about performing anti-raindances and keep the hope for some sun on Wednesday !

Updates end !

Hombre and BABA (who dances with wolves :-) )

Montag, 18. August 2008

Friday 15th August - Sunday 17th August: Fairbanks to Chena Hot Springs and back

Leaving Denali Park on Friday takes us some 250 km ride up to Fairbanks on the perfectly paved Northern Parks Highway , only to go on from there another 100 kms to the Chena Hot Springs ( Man , after 25000 tour kilometers on this tour so far , our necks, backs and shoulders cannot get enough from the warm sulphursourced waters and massaging jets - just the somewhere around 200 kg sized masseuse kept us from asking for a massage . How sad , as she even offered "Russian Style" massaging. But our fears of getting seriouslly retraumatized after having survived the treestory beat the longing for relaxing our muscles.
In addition we find an absolutely wonderful little campsite surrounded by a crystalclear little creek and a moose walking through in the morning- so we enjoy a second day up there including a visit to the local Icemuseum before we had back to Fairbanks on Saturday afternoon - and we tell you that it was not easy - but riding home we managed to get soaked three times by the same bloody raincloud !!!!

Yet the day ended happy enough for us, running into a cosy and welcoming travellers place at Billies Hostel in Mack Boulevard- a good place to spent today as well waiting for the rainclouds to move off and complete the Blog again from the Fairbanks Visitors Center - this closing soon I will end the blog now, leaving you with the information we will be heading towards Fox tomorrow and towards the dirtroadtyped Top-of-the-world-Highway towards Dawson and Whitehorse . As I do not know yet about availibility of mobile phone or internetconnections just do NOT worry if you will not get some news for a couple of days from now on.

Cheers from Fairbanks for now

Hombre and BABA (who really needs to get off this chair now after many hours of typing)

Campsite Chena Hot Springs

Dishwasher or Golddigger ?

Ice MuseumI

Ice Museum II

Chena "transport"

Wednesday,13th August -Thursday 14th August: Denali National Park

Starting rather late after spending some breakfast time with our Alaskan neighbours on the campsite we head the final 50 kms towards Cantwell and enter the Denali National Park - there is ways to much to tell about this fantastic site to all put it up here in the Blog now - so for all of you interested please feel free to collect more information about the park here under Denali National Park .

Who has never seen the magical pictures of Mt. Mc Kinley as the crown juwel of the Alaskan Range - not mentioning the impressive wildlife and natural habitat of a unique flora and fauna.
Fortunately plans in the 1920s of the last century to built a wide and paved road into the park were given up due to intense naturists protesting, thus saving the park from Yellowstone and Yosemite destinies. Basically only a system of shuttle busses on a 90 mile dirtroad takes people into the park and out.
We stayed at a decent campsite, due to the fact we could not do reservations in time we had to use the vacancies on the first Mc Reilly Campsite - which is not that deep inside the Park as the Savage camp, but nevertheless an ok location to start off our early morning 5:30 am shuttlebustour.
We're lucky guys again - picking Mike not just as a busdriver, but as a profound knowledgesource about gamewatching and wildlife - so with the early ride we manage to see 10 Grizzly-,Brown- and Blackbears including their cubs, caribou, moose, dall sheep,fox and Golden Eagles. Wolves, lynx, marmots, and snowshoe hares we do not see, but are just as well part of the parks fauna.
After we were followed by the rain cloud last night we are fully happy to find a sunny day while travelling onwards towards Mt. Mc Kinley. Denali is the Athabascan term for Mt. McKinley, meaning “the high one.” A name that is easily understood aprroaching the foot of this 6195 m high impressive giant.
(We apologize for not putting pics on right now , but the public PCs of the last week would not allow accessing our sd-cards)
So one in 5 visistors and this only in early July are supposed to see the southern and northern twinpeaks of Mt. Mc Kinley without cloudcoverage - what a happy two German bikers we are to see its beauty both uncovered in bright sunshine ! Breathtaking sounds like a good expression to describe it.
We end a long but wonderful busride with a big grin on both our faces - Alaska is a wild and wonderful place to go !

Denali impressions

Denali impressions II

Mt Mc Kinley 6195 m

Tuesday 12th August 2008 : Old Denali Highway to Denali Park

Leaving Kennicott still in dry conditions, on our scenic way back west clouds kept getting bigger and darker - the usual afternoon performance - just in time when we get to the junction with the old Denali Highway at Paxston it started raining again . Just what we needed before we hit the dirtroad which is supposed to take us 200 km west to Denali Park. We are quite used to put up and undo our tent in rainy conditions in the meantime - but yet we will never like it , that's for sure!
So deciding whether to go on some stretch on the dirt road at early evening to maybe escape the rain or rather look for a campsite in the rain nearby we get back on the dirtroad. And we should be rewarded for our bravery.

So schön der Weg und so trocken die Abfahrt aus Kennicott am Morgen auch gewesen sein mag. Am frühen Nachmittag türmen sich bereits drohend wieder die ersten schwarzen Ungetümer am Himmel. Und zielgenau an der Kreuzung des Alten Denali Highways bei Paxton lassen sie ihre Wasserlast auf uns herab. Genau was wir uns gewuenscht haben, bevor wir auf die 200 km lange Erdpiste gehen.

Mittlerweile haben wir schon eine schlafwandlerische Routine beim Aufbauen unseres Zelts im Regen. Schnell sind wir , ja – aber Spaß wird uns das wohl trotzdem nie machen. Es ist später Nachmittag. Es giesst wie aus Kübeln. Wir überlegen, ob es bei Dämmerung und Wildwechsel Sinn macht, auf die Erdpiste zu fahren. Aber auch die Alternative, jetzt unser Zelt aufzubauen will irgendwie nicht überzeugen. Also fahren wir einfach in die beginnende Daemmerung hinein- und werden bald von Mutter Natur für unseren Mut belohnt.

Shortly after only a few kilometers the rain ceased and we enjoyed a fantastic scenery of rugged, brown and reddish coloured mountains with green meadows and blueish lakes . Whith the new Parkshighway having been built 1971 in the west of it linking Anchorage and Fairbanks to the Denali National Park this dirt road lost its importance to take people into the park. So travelling there is far more a deserted way to get to the park than going throug the paved Parks Highway.
Stopping after 150 kms on a really smooth and easy going dirtroad included seeing Daxes, Karibous and Moose along the way - as well as spending the night unplanned but interesting next to a drillers workcamp - including some Alaskan Amber beers in the local drillers and workers bar - one more rainy day we changed into a sunny experience just going on for it.

Nur wenige Kilometer weiter reissen die pechschwarzen Wolken am Horizont auf. Der Regen weicht Sonnenschein und eine herrliche Landschaft aus zerklüfteten, braun roten Felsen im herrlichen Kontrast mit sattgrünen Wiesen und türkisblauen kleinen Seen verwöhnt das Auge. Längst hat diese Dirtroad ihre ursprüngliche Bedeutung als frühere ungeteerte Ost-West-Hauptverbindung zum Denali Nationalpark verloren. Mit dem Bau des New Parkshighway zwischen Anchorage und Fairbanks ist sie zu einer wenig befahrenen, aber umso reivolleren Route geworden. Die Teerstrasse überlassen wir gerne den oft riesigen „mobile homes“ der vierrädrigen Alaskafans.

Die Dirtroad selbst ist voellig problemlos- Dennoch dürfe wir bei aller Schönheit der Landschaft nicht leichtsinnig werden. Allzuleicht kommt man in ein fast schwereloses Gleiten in der Weite dieser grandiosen Landschaft. Und genauso schnell kreuzt ein Dachs, ein Karibou oder noch gewaltiger- ein Elch die Strasse. Über 150 km fliegen wir so noch durch die endlosen Weiten, bis wir der unerwarteten Einladung einer Barfrau in einer kleinen Siedlung am Rand der Dirtroad folgen, unser Zelt für die Nacht aufzuschlagen. Ein geologisches Expeditions-Bohrteam hat in der einsamen kleinen Siedlung sein Basislager, von dem aus sie die Region im Auftrag verschiedener Unternehmen im Alaskasommer erkunden. Im Winter wird die Siedlung verlassen. Wir genehmigen uns ein Bier im „Saloon“ der Arbeiter- und werden um 10 Uhr abends zusammen mit ihnen vom Wirt verabschiedet – CLOSING TIME ist früh in diesen Breiten.

Along old Denali Highway


Hombre and BABA (standing any rain ! )

Monday 11th August - Wednesday 13th August: The Ghost town of Kennicott -Die Geisterminen von Kennicott

Monday morning we take off from Anchorage again , heading east back to Glennallen. Getting soaked with our daily afternoon raincloud again in really cold weather this time, we decide to spend the night in an old Pipeline workers shelter which is run as an annex to a far more expensive Motel being build next to it. We feel put a bit back into Siberia and Far East, so similiar is the somehow primitive, but functional structure of that building . Als wir am Montagmorgen Anchorage Richtung Osten auf der Strasse nach Glenallen zurück verlassen, erwischt uns unsere tägliche Regenwolke zwar erst spät, dafür aber umso heftiger. Wir flüchten uns für kleines Geld in den Anbau eines eher teuren Motels. Umso mehr geniessen wir die einfache Atmosphäre, dieser ehemaligen Baracken für die Bauteams der Alaska-Oil-Pipeline. Fast ist es eine kleine Zeitreise in die einfache Funktionalität der Unterkünfte in Sibirien und des fernen Ostens.

Moose meets Cow ;-)
There is much of the highly estimated Russian simplicity to find in Alaska - form follows function , not just fancy and useless designerstuff surrounding the people. So you will see houses built of old fisherboats as well as trainwaggons - anything is welcome that does the job.
Überhaupt findet sich vieles der einfachen russischen Art wieder. Antworten auf die Fragen des Alltags zu finden. Funktion, nicht Design und Wirkung auf den Nachbarn stehen im Fokus . So sieht man vom Fischerboot bis zum alten Eisenbahnwaggon alles mögliche, was las Behausung dient- Hauptsache es funktioniert. While we arrive Dave from Minnesotta is rolling on the spot - as soaked as we are . He is an experienced longtimebiker on an older BMW. meeting his wife in Anchorage and having ridden all the way up to Alaska. We meet him at dinner and again the next morning - and Dave is telling us the words, that we feel in many of your warm comments we get by email or in our guestbook, talking to friends at home or people we meet on the road : Mindestens so naß wie wir rollt fast mit uns zusammen Dave aus Minnesotta, Ein Biker vom alten Schlag mit einer alten BWM, die die ungezählten Kilometer auf dem amerikanischen Kontinent genauso jung gehalten haben, wie Dave selbst. Und auch diesmal hat er es sich nicht nehmen lassen , selbst mit dem Bike den Weg nach Alaska zu fahren, um sich hier oben mit seiner Frau zu treffen. Abends beim Essen und beim Frühstück am nächsten Morgen machen die Geschichten unserer und seiner Tour bis nach Alaska die Runde. Bei der Abfahrt sehen wir den Glanz in Daves Augen, als er uns mit denselben warmen Worten verabschiedet, die wir oft in emails und unserem Gästebuch oder einfach auch in vielen persönlichen Gesprächen unterwegs lesen und hören durften:
"You guys are living my dream ! "

„Männer , ihr lebt meinen Traum!”

We get this feedback from the words and looks of many people - and we feel happy, privileged and proud, to maybe take a liitle bit of your guys dreams with us on our backseats touring them round the world - we will take good care of them !

Oft auf dieser Reise dürfen wir dieses Echo aus den Worten und Blicken der Menschen spüren . und wir sind glücklich, stolz und fühlen uns sehr geehrt, dass wir vielleicht den einen oder anderen kleinen Lebenstraum auf unserem Soziussitz rund um die Welt mitnehmen dürfen – wir werden gut auf Eure Träume achtgeben !

We carry on to Copper Center, there taking off to Chitina and McCarthy, the ghost town of Kennicott with the abandoned Kennicott Copper Mine and Wrangell-St. Elias National Park .

After Chitina the road turns into a somewhat bumpy dirtroad, appearing a Grade I difficulty compared to our eastern european tracks. Apart from that , there is frequent wildlife requiring to concentrate – such as moose, caribou or even bears , that might cross the road.

Weiter führt uns die Strasse bis Copper Center, dem früheren Umschlagplatz der Kupferminen in den Wrangell-Bergen. Von dort biegen wir ab Richtung Chitina und McCarthy . Ab hier führt eine Schotterstrasse weiter zu den verlassenen Kupferminen von Kennicott im Wrangell-St.Elias-Nationalpark. Im Vergleich zu den Pisten in Kasachstan, Sibirien, der Mongolei und im fernen Osten ist das hier eine anfängertaugliche Trainingspiste. Trotzdem hat sie ihr tückischen Stellen und – es ist immer mit einem Elch, einem Caribou oder auch mal mit einem Bären zu rechnen.
McCarthy Highway
people in motion

McCarthy Highway movin' on

Babas "new" helmet- thank you Barbara again ! (still with the neck brace after the tree crash)
Babas "NEUER" Helm - Danke Barbara aus Anchorage !
(immer noch mit Cervicalstütze nach dem Baumcrash)

Crossing Lakina River

Mc Carthy Highway impressions

That road takes us the 60 miles up to Mc Carthy, a small city featuring a summer population of about 70 people. It was created in the early 1900s for the miners of the close by Kennicotte coppermines as 'wine, women and song place,' including saloons, restaurants, hotels, pool halls, stores, a newspaper and even a red light district.

Knapp hundert Kilometer später ist McCarthy unser Zwischenziel. Eine kleine Stadt mit gerade mal 70 Einwohnern im Sommer. Wieviel anders war das noch Anfang des 20. Jahrhunderts, als „Wein, Weib und Gesang“ mi Sallons , Restaurants, Badehäusern und sogar einem Rotlichviertel den Minenarbeitern der nahegelegenen Kennicotte-Mine das schwerverdiente Geld wieder aus den Taschen zogen.

Airborne pics courtesy of the ROSENBERG family New York
Thank you so much for being so wonderful

Getting to the Kennicott River we sort of get a permission to cross the footbridge over the river with our bikes -leaving one inch of space on either side . if at all we felt bad about doing so , we kept remembering the locals answer whether or not to cross the little bridge : “Hey man – this is Alaska …!”

Thus getting straight into the Ghosttown of Kennicott we park the bikes right in the center of Kennicott .Still wondering if we are supposed to enter this point we once more realise how people up here in Alaska think about it all : “ The next US-Marshall is 200 miles away- so do what a man thinks is right to do. And who up here cares about the `Lower-48-Capital`Washington.?!”

Kennicott itself is a red-painted complex that when it was still busy included offices, the crushing mills, bunkhouses for the workers, company stores, a theater, wooden tennis courts and school, which are all located on the side of a mountain above Kennicott Glacier. Sun just showing up in time this afternoon we strawl all over the place, enjoying the morbid scenery as well as perfect light to shoot some interesting pictures of the site.

Ein “Local” erlaubt uns , die schmale Fußgaengerbruecke über den Kennecott´-Fluß mit den Bikes zu überqueren. Unseren letzten Rest an Unrechtsbewusstsein vertreibt er mit den Worten: „Hey Mann, das ist Alaska hier…!“

Mit 2 cm Platz links und rechts an den Alukoffern ab über die Brücke und wenig später stehen wir mitten in der Geisterstadt von Kennicott. Irgendwie ist uns nicht ganz klar, ob wir hier jetzt wirklich stehen dürfen – aber wir verstehen einmal mehr, wie die Menschen hier denken; „Der nächste US-Marshall ist 200 Meilen weit weg . Ein Mann muss tun, was er für richtig hältst. Und wer hier oben interessiert sich schon für Washington.“

Kennicott selbst ist eine in im späten Licht der tiefstehenden Sonne in tiefem Scharlachrot erstrahlende Ansammlung weit heruntergekommener, aber umso liebevoller vor dem Ruin geretteter ehemaliger Minengebaeude.Ehemalige Verwaltungsgebäude stehen steil in die Hänge gebaut neben Gesteinsmühlen, einfachen Stockbettbaracken der Arbeiter, alten Drugstores, Schulgebaeuden fuer die Arbeiterkinder oder einem hölzernen Tennisplatz, die an die längst vergangene Hochzeit der Kupferminen erinnern.Ein morbider Zauber umgibt diesen Ort, der von einem perfekten Sonnnelicht fotografisch in Szene gesetzt wird.

Kennicott Mines Impressions

Kennicott Mines Impressions

Kennicott Mines Impressions

Curious as we are we wonder where the road out of the ruins would take us - just a look and we sit back on the bikes , getting deeper and deeper onto a trail towards the Kennicott Glacier. We only get stopped some 300 feet from the glaciers foot when the trail gets ways to narrow and to steep to turn the bikes back around just in case.

We have a good laugh about ourselves and enjoy the glacier by foot (what we honestly should have done from the start and will do next time again - we promise)

Nachdem sich bisher niemand an useren Bikes gestört hat , entschliessen wir uns auf der Strasse aus Kennicott heraus einfach weiterzufahren. Um plötzlich auf einem immer enger, kurviger und steiler werdenden Trail zum Kennicott-Gletscher zu landen, Erst als der felsige Weg über kleine Holzstege immer mehr anfängt, unter unserem Gewicht nachzugeben und die Vorderreifen die steilen Flanken herunterbrechen, lassen wir die Bikes 300 m vor dem Gletscher zurueck und gehen zu Fuss weiter. (als wir immer noch am Lachen am Fuss des Gletschers ankommen , denken wir uns, dass wir das am besten sicher gleich getan hätten- beim naechstenmal, versprochen :-))

Glacier "Highway" ;-)

Bikes' End I
Bikes' End II
Hiking trail to Kennicott Glacier
Kennicott Glacier View

Getting back to Copper river we put up our tent looking at the glacier and some of the highest peaks of America. The rugged and wild Wrangell-St. Elias National Park contains 9 out of the 16 highest peaks in the the USA , including the second tallest peak in the U.S., Mt. St. Elias at 18000 feet (which is only 2,300 feet lower than Mt. McKinley).

We end the day with a really happy and wonderful memory of a great day for the ride of change .Zurück am Copper River bauen wir unser Zelt vor eiigen der höchsten Berge Nordamerikas auf. Im Wrangell-St.Elias-Nationalpark sind 9 der 16 höchsten Gipfel Nordamerikas, darunter mut dem Mt. St. Elias der zweithoechste mit knapp 6000 m )

Wir lassen diesen fantastischen Ride-of-Change-Tag vor einer würdigen Kulisse ausklingen.

What a campsite !

Hombre and BABA