Interesting Rain Shelter (Northway Junction, Alaska)

Oh gads – how do I find the words for this one?

 

So – we found a great little spot in the forest for lunch (smoked salmon, swiss cheese, and tomato sandwiches on whole wheat bread – mmmmm, yum!).  Just as we were packing up we felt the first raindrop.

 

Working feverishly, John and I stacked the bikes together and spread the tarp over them.  As we tied the corners in place, the heavens opened up.

 

All four of us scrambled under the tarp in any cranny we could find between three bikes and a messload of panniers.  Voices resonated with our shelter.

 

“I gotta pee!”

“Dare ya’ to head out.”

“No way!  Where’s the water bottle?”

“Anybody got any food?”

“I’ve got some broccoli over here!”

 

For forty five minutes the four of us huddled together with our bikes as rain poured down,

 

In time, John managed to get positioned on Daryl’s saddle (which just happens to an Anatomical Relief Saddle (ARS) or, in our nomenclature – ARSE.

 

“I’ve got my arse on your ARSE, Daryl” John called out.

 

Davy, who’s head nestled on John’s bum, replied, “My head’s on your arse!”

 

“And mine’s on Davy’s,” Daryl added.

 

In all my days spent touring by bike, this one was a first for me.  I’ve taken shelter from the rain in many places, including many unique locations, but never huddled under my panniers. Now we just need to figure out how to stack the bikes more efficiently so we have space for us.

 

After all the rain, the road was a mess.  The Alaska Highway is under construction in many places, which means many, many stretches of dirt road.  Now our bikes are totally covered with sand and grime from all those patches.  Even on the Dalton we never picked up this much grime.

 

Miles today: 53

Miles to date:  820

 

Waiting out the Rain

 

Daryl writes in his journal

 

 

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Daryl’s Journal July 6

Today we left Tok.  We made a big fight.  Daddy knocked out a deer fly.  We took a wing off him.  Then we put him on an anthill.  The deer fly was struggling, but the ants were crawling all over him.  He was slowly being pulled into the anthill.  After all his efforts, he was gone. 

 

When we stopped for lunch, there was a downpour.  I took shelter under a bench.  Then it got so cramped that I moved to the tarp.  It was much better, but it worked.  Finally, after a long time of rain, we camped.

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Davy’s Journal July 6

It was a wrestling math to the death as the ants tackled the deer fly.  The ants pushed and pulled the deer fly into the tunnel where they devoured him.  It was awesome.  We had hurt a deer fly and then put it on an ant hill.

 

We stopped for lunch and to oil the chains.  After that it rained.  It was very cold!!

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