Chicken, Alaska!

I just got some new pics from Wyatt, and I'll be integrating these as the trip progresses. Here is their view of crossing the border and down into Chicken.



Remember when I said they were late for the border crossing? This is what they saw (notice the time-stamps ):





What I want to know is, who are the cones and that gate going to stop if you're determined to get through, and what are they going to do about it if you do?









But they got through!












Ahh... We finally pull into Chicken, Alaska. Do you know why they named it Chicken? Because they couldn't spell ptarmigan! The ptarmigan is Alaska's state bird.







If you filled up, and you were tenting it, you could pitch your tent inside this structure! You bet we jumped on it.







Home, Sweet Home







Brauhausbier's filthy pig.







drrags' filthy pig.







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So while Brauhausbier is settling down to get comfy...









drrags has got some business to get down to. The wheel is way too filthy to swap tires, so I asked the station dude if he's got water. Indeed he does and tells me where it is. Well, there's no hose, just a spigot, and I tried in vain to clean the wheel by splashing water onto the wheel, that is, until I had a better idea







Does this t-shirt make me look fat?







What follows is just comical. I wish there was time-lapse for this. I felt like Wile E Coyote trying to mount the Sahara 3. It had the stiffest sidewalls I've ever encountered. What should have been 15 minutes probably took 2 hours!

















Meanwhile my bike is suffering the embarresment of being half-naked