OK, so I was sceptical about the self appointed 'Top Of The World blah blah blah' but I have to admit that this was something special. Mostly a dirt surface and passing many old gold rush towns such as the famous 'Chicken' it was again a great ride. Along the way BJ and I deceided to try and attempt a bit of off roading up one of the peaks of the mountains we were riding. Despite getting higher up than him we both gave up as what looked easy from the road was far from it way up there! As for the road, unlike most routes like these it didn't follow a valley or go around the hills and mountains, instead it just ran all the way along and across their peaks. Stunning. We made Dawson City at the start of nightfall and checked ourself into a hotel in the very small city (more like a village) that was like something that time forgot with its western film styled buildings and streets. I'd assumed it was all for the tourists but apart from an English guy named Ben from Reading that was also travelling by motorcycle (but down to the very bottom) it was mostly locals around. Ben kindly led the way after I'd had a shot of whiskey with an old human toe in it(!?, true) to a casino come old bar. Inside some sort of blackjack tournement was on as it's illegal to gamble in Alaska apparently, so they all flocked there for a few nights a month. I managed to lose $20 in record time whilst the other two ended the night respectably up. Hey ho.
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