David Freeze: End of trip now 12 days away

Published 12:00 am Monday, July 8, 2019

I ended up cycling 111 miles Sunday (June 30) to do at least two things.

I am back on track now to get to Anchorage on time for my daughter Amber’s birthday. The big first Yukon day after the Cassiar Highway has been completed, and 12 days of cycling to Anchorage is now the focus.

Frankly, I am really excited about starting to ride north. I have a book called “The Milepost” that lists everything you would want to know about a road in Canada. There are not many roads, but a new edition of this book is printed each year on what is available along the road and a little history.

Back to what happened the night before (Saturday, June 29). I camped out another night, making it three of the past four. I don’t mind it at all, but I do hate those many nights together. I am not organized right now, to put it simply.

My night went great, and I was sound asleep when the wind started to blow in a big way. I had not staked the tent down when I went to bed.

Then it rained a little bit too. A few things got slightly damp but nothing that mattered.

To be honest, the mosquitoes were not so bad when I crawled into the tent. But Monday morning, they were miserable. My eyes and ears were taking a beating. Finally, I got loaded up and was on the road.

My decision to go for 110 miles came easy. I just hoped the trip was easy.

I passed through the Rabid Grizzlies rest area. I didn’t think much of it.

Then I met Juergen Schmidt. He is a veterinarian from Bavaria, Germany, and was on the Cassiar Highway when I saw him. He had bear spray and a whistle and had already been accosted by two grizzlies. Juergen said he might take a rest day in Dease Lake because I told him about the nice people and the free Wi-Fi in town, considering all the connection issues along the trail.

Then I rode past Jade City, where people actually work with the namesake mineral. The wind was at my back then, and I needed the help.

The only stop remaining was at the community of Good Hope Lake, and it was not always guaranteed to be open. With it being Sunday, I thought that it may not be.

But it was open, and I got candy bars just to have some snacks. It was a long ride and I was caught in another terrible thunderstorm when two women stopped by to tell me that trees were falling and I should get off the road.

The lightning was huge and bright enough to spook me a little. I just kept plugging, got it done and made it to the Northern Beaver Post — listed with an address of Alaska Highway-Yukon. It had a truck stop, rental rooms and lots more things, too.

Prices were incredible. A room just to sleep in and food for tonight was $122. And it doesn’t come with its own shower or Wi-Fi.

Next thing, without much planning, I have to hit the road north on the Alaska Highway. I can find only two things that might be open in the first 100 miles, and neither is likely to help me much.

It is more than two days to the city of Whitehorse — the capital of Canada’s Yukon territory — and I need to make it there in two days if possible. It’s big enough to have stuff.

My eyes are blurring, and I have to go early Monday. I believe I have covered this part of the adventure for now. It is going to be even more fun going forward.

By the way, it is just dusk at midnight.

David Freeze is a Salisbury Post contributor who is biking from Nevada to Alaska. He can be reached at runner.david.freeze@gmail.com while on his journey.