The last 4 days have felt more like a commute than the rest of the ride, so far, as we rode from Fairbanks to Anchorage with the clouds hanging low, making for less than scenic views. The first night we spun up big hills to "Skinny Dick's Halfway Inn." The name is only the tip of the obscenity in this place...the owner bought Jacob a shot and he took it out of a sheep's a** (blow-up) and then let us crash in his cabin. The next day, driving rains and blinding fogs forced us to stop in Nenana, where the river barges motor up the Yukon, bringing supplies to the Native villages. Yesterday we rode past the forest fire that is burning here, it isn't bad but it reminds us of the raging fires at home in Colorado. Now, we are in Denali National Park getting ready to head into the park, not into the wild, for the next 11 days. Jacob is pictured, above, with the bus from the film "Into the Wild." It was placed in nearby Healy, after a girl drowned trying to reach the actual bus. We met a young, disillusionment, man who just got denied from getting to the bus, after trying to swim the same swollen glacier river that trapped Chris McCandless in the wilderness...the lure of wild Alaska attracts us all.
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