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June 4, 2010
Miles: 467
Total miles: 7,874
Wiseman, Alaska to Deadhorse, Alaska (Prudhoe Bay) to Wiseman, Alaska
Time on Road: 17 hrs
There are two problems with the weather forecast that I am having to consider:
1. If the roads get slick in the southern part of the Dalton, I am not sure that I would be able to ride out on the 14-18% grade hills.
2. 35+ mph crosswinds on dirt and loose gravel would make it very difficult to keep the bike upright and on the road. If I did make the 180 mile stretch from the Atigun pass up to Deadhorse then I probably would have to overnight in Deadhorse because I do not think that I could do another 180 miles with strong crosswinds on dirt and return to Wiseman in the same day. This would mean another day of rain on the lower Dalton. When the Dalton gets soaked with water it can turn into 3-4 inches of sloppy mud and is about like riding on greased owl snot.
Weather reports up here are not always that accurate, but still there is a high chance of me not being able to get off of the Dalton due to the road conditions. Looking at it from a logical standpoint I decided last night not to try for Deadhorse and to return to Fairbanks so that I did not have to deal with the slick roads on the hills in the southern section.
This morning Jack got an early start and headed for Deadhorse. His intent was to make Deadhorse and then return to Fairbanks in the same day, avoiding the rain coming up from the south. I, on the other hand, made a later departure as I had plenty of time to ride back to Fairbanks. Before I headed south I wanted to see Atigun Pass. I had seen it many times on Ice Road Truckers and being this close and the weather this good I had to go at least that far before turning around.
I took the three mile dirt road out of Wiseman that was following the river back out to the Dalton.
Leaving Wiseman, Alaska
After getting back on the Dalton I was traveling through a valley with mountains on both sides. It was not long before the Brooks Range was in sight in front of me. After about 30 miles into the ride I started thinking, usually not a good thing for me to try to do. In my entire life I have never been accused of being logical so why should I start now? New ride plan. I am going to continue to ride to the top of Atigun Pass and if the weather on the North Slope is not all gloom and doom then I will continue north until I have to turn around.
Dalton Highway Alaska
It was a great ride as I continued on into the Brooks Range. Another 30 miles and the Atigun Pass was in front of me. It was a mile and a half up the south side and two and a half miles going down the north side. My first impression of the pass was that “that is one long steep hill”. The temperature started dropping as I began to climb the pass. Atigun Pass has a 14% grade. When I started up it did not seem so bad, but when I started down the north side I really noticed it.
Brooks Range Dalton Highway, Alaska
Atigun Pass, Brooks Range Dalton Highway, Alaska
Reaching the top of the pass all that I saw was sun and blue skies. Maybe the weather forecast had been wrong.
After descending out of the Brooks range the mountains started to recede and the terrain began to flatten out.
Dalton Highway Alaska
The road itself reminded me of the weather in many parts of the country. If you don't like it, wait 5 minutes and it will change. The road was very quick to change from hard pack to loose gravel, to a bed of baseball sized rocks, freshly graded soft dirt, mud after the road had been graded and then watered, and slick hard pack after the water truck passed by. The road repair always seemed to make the road much worse. I only had to cross over one berm today and it did not give me any problem. Several people have been air lifted out after traveling at a higher rate of speed in a better section of the road and then suddenly hit a change in the road condition going to fast resulting in a high side.
Ice on the river Dalton Highway, Alaska
Dalton Highway Alaska
About 100 miles south of Deadhorse I could see clouds in the distance. It was obvious that there was a different weather system in front of me. The winds were starting to pickup and the temperature was starting to drop. It was time to take a break and add a another layer of clothing. I was starting to see more and more snow. The streams were cutting through 4 feet of ice. As I continued north most of the now numerous ponds and lakes were frozen over. The terrain soon turned into snow, ice and water.
New weather system ahead Dalton Highway Alaska's North Slope
Caribou Dalton Highway Alaska's North Slope
Within 50 miles of Deadhorse the ride really became interesting. There were now crosswinds in excess of 35 mph which really made the bike dance in the loose gravel and in the slick mud. The temperature quickly started to drop from the strong wind blowing across all of the snow and ice covered lakes. The thermometer on my bike was now reading in the high 20s.
About 40 miles south of Deadhorse I meet Jack as he was on his return trip and heading back south.
Approaching Deadhorse Dalton Highway Alaska's North Slope
The winds may have been above 35 mph but I was traveling at only about 25 mph and doing my best to keep the bike upright and not to go into the water on the side of the road. I was just crawling into Deadhorse but finally made it. Hey, I'm old so it is OK if I go slow.
After arriving in Deadhose it was a constant battle to keep the wind from blowing the bike over. A lot of the road was wet and slick. When I would have to stop and put my foot down at times it would be like trying to stand on ice with someone trying to push you over.
Entering Deadhorse, Alaska
I had planned on taking a break in Deadhorse and having some lunch. My one power bar for the day was long used up. However, the winds were such a problem and it was so cold that my new plan was to get gas, get the required witness signatures and picture for the UCC and head south. I found the gas pump, filled up with gas, and found two witnesses to sign my witness form for the UCC. I got my receipt but gave up on completing the paper work as the wind was blowing everything out of my tank bag and hands. Also by this time my hands had gotten so cold that I could not even write. I gave up and saved this task for a latter time. Back on the bike, started it up and no clutch.
I got a ride to the general store and bought a can of brake fluid. The manager at the gas pumps helped me to balance the bike up right so that the reservoir would be level and also helped me to keep the wind from blowing the parts from the reservoir top away. I put everything back together, started the bike and once again I had a working clutch. Off to get my required picture for the UCC and then head south toward Wiseman.
Complection of the UCC Prudhoe Bay (Deadhorse), Alaska
Heading south the wind did not quite effect the bike as bad. It was blowing from the NNE and often would turn into a tail wind. The short periods that there was a tail wind helped but it was still a challenge going down the road.
Twenty miles later and no clutch. I get the bike stopped on the side of the road. The winds are still being very unfriendly. I'm on the down wind side of the bike trying to keep the wind from blowing me and the bike over, take the screws out of the reservoir cover, try to keep the wind from blowing the parts into the water, balance the bike upright and turn the handle bars so that the reservoir is level, open the can of brake fluid without dropping the bike, and pour the fluid into the reservoir. The wind blows the brake fluid all over the front of the bike and me. Some of the brake fluid even got into the reservoir. I put everything back together and once again I am heading down the road.
After another 30 miles down the road, no clutch. Repeat previous procedure. By this time I was starting to reach the edge of the Deadhorse weather system so the wind was getting a little easier to deal with. Back on the road again.
The clutch is holding up better now. Seventy miles further down the road and the strong winds have decreased to a manageable 10-15 mph. The temperature is going back up into the 40s and 50s and the sun is back out again. Brooks Range comes back into view and then soon after Atigun Pass is in front of me. Clouds and rain have completely enveloped the pass. It looks like a good time for a break, another power bar (the one for the day has long worn out), and refill the brake fluid so hopefully the clutch will not go out going through the pass. The brake fluid is in, everything is put back together, I put the bike down on the side stand, start to walk around to the other side of the bike and the bike takes a dirt nap. Now I can say for sure, yes, I can pick up my bike by myself with the bags fully loaded.
By the time that I got to Atigun Pass the rain had moved on. The road was wet and just a little slick but did not present a real problem getting over the pass.
The clutch held up going over the pass and took me all of the way back to Wiseman. I came to the Wiseman road, turned off of the Dalton and headed toward the cabin for the night. A lynx was on the side of the road and greeted me as I got back, then bounced into the woods. 17 hours on the road and time to stop.
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