Day 8

We tried to get on the road from Pete's cabin but Graham's bike had an oil light on. The level seemed a bit low so he added some but then for some reason it read way too high. He had to remove the skid plate and drain some of it out. We don't know why the oil light was on but it appears to be normal.

It was real cold, about 40 degrees. At one of the stops someone told me that this wasn't typical. Again the scenery between Glennallen and Wasilla was spectacular.

The road to Palmer was great fun. Was real twisty and hilly. I was following Risto and was jealous of his Triumph with the sticky street tires and the horsepower he had. The BMW is great fun but not a crotch rocket and the increasingly squared shape of the Heidenau Scout tires makes them howl and wobble disconcertingly in the corners. Graham has different dual sport tires and is scraping his boots in the corners.

I don't have many pictures from today. If one of the other guys has some I'll try post them here. It was rainy cold and wet and we just kind of kept moving. Mt McKinley was obscured by clouds and we didn't see much of the Denali Park. One of the park roads was closed while we came through due to flooding.

 

Graham has a friend staying at an RV park in Denali so we stopped there and walked down to the Prospector pizza place for dinner. Graham will stay the night in the Denali area and Risto and I push to Fairbanks. We have a day off tomorrow and are planning to service the bikes and maybe head to one of the hotsprings for the evening.

Everything is waterlogged and dirty. But in Risto's words, this is the "mostest" best trip ever. I agree.