|Conclusion, tying up loose ends
Writing this six months after returning home, the biggest thing that sticks in my mind is that the glow from the Alaska trip still hasnít worn off. The people and places that I saw through the month of June, 1999; have left a very deep impression on me.
About the only thing Iíve done that compares is the first trip I ever took to the west, 17 years old and just out of high school, each day of the trip bringing new adventure and experiences. The far north was exactly like that, all over again, but bigger.
Joe ended up buying a used dual-purpose bike after we split apart at Eagle Plains, going to the Arctic Ocean, boarding a ship to Prudhoe Bay with the bike, and riding down the Dalton Highway. Then selling the dual purpose bike, and driving home to Iowa in a junk car with the wrecked GS stuffed in the back. The GS was a total. Itís his story, and I really hope someday heíll put it to paper, or put it out on the Ďnet. He was gone 6 weeks; his trip puts my trip to shame.
On our gear and preparations, everything worked exactly as intended. Other than the minor oil leak on the GS early on, 2 flat tires on the RS, and the GS being wrecked in the mud on the Dempster Highway, there were no mechanical problems with our bikes or any other gear that we used on our trip. Our riding gear, our electric gear, our camping gear - all performed flawlessly, exactly as intended.