This morning, before departing Watson Lake we revisited the
Sign Post Forest in Watson Lake again where more than 7,100 people have posted signs. It has become quite an attraction in Watson Lake, so much that the city
has located their visitor center there. We also give thanks to Rena at the
visitor center for finding us accommodations in Watson Lake. It turned out to
be the same hotel we stayed at on our 2008 ride to Alaska, but under new
ownership.
This morning’s weather was perfect, clear, no wind and
temperatures in the low 50’s, ideal for riding. Our destination today was White
Horse, some easy 275 miles to the west. The forecast for White Horse was for
what else? Showers. And, the forecast was
dead on; it started raining long before White Horse.
At about the half-way point we approached Teslin, YK, and
the dreaded five span metal bridge. I say
dreaded because the roadway is a wet steel grate allowing one to see the river
flowing beneath it. It is a very uncomfortable feeling crossing the span on a
motorcycle. Everyone talks about it. The
bridge surface seems to just take control of your motorcycle and causes it to wanders
all over the bridge in spite your best attempts to control it. It’s very
unsettling.
Successfully crossing the bridge, we stopped for gas and lunch
on the other side just in time to get our order in before a bus load of
tourists arrived. The home-made chicken noodle soup was most excellent.
In the parking lot we met a few KLR riders. We discussed the vibration noise I had been concerned about. They began pushing and prodding and listening to the noise while I tweeked the throttle. The conclusion was that it was not coming from the motor. It turns out that my center stand was vibrating against the motorcycle frame. What a relief, life is good again. Time to ride!
In the parking lot we met a few KLR riders. We discussed the vibration noise I had been concerned about. They began pushing and prodding and listening to the noise while I tweeked the throttle. The conclusion was that it was not coming from the motor. It turns out that my center stand was vibrating against the motorcycle frame. What a relief, life is good again. Time to ride!
Motoring on toward White Horse, we had occasions to cross
several gravel breaks in the highway where the winter frost heaves have damaged
the roadway keeping provincial road crews busy repairing them all summer.
Fortunately, the rain showers kept the dust down to a minimum. In the past we
have been covered in dust from approaching semi-trucks.
Yukon Territory is a scenic paradise. I never get tired at
looking at it with its grand snow-capped mountains, green forests and lakes.
We rolled into White Horse early in the afternoon. After checking
into our hotel, we did a load of laundry and walked to supper at the Klondike Rib
& Salmon restaurant where we enjoyed an outstanding supper of Elk
Stroganoff, BBQ ribs and Salmon, topped off with a nice bottle of British
Columbia Shiraz wine. No fine dinner would be complete without a nice
dessert. Lane and I split a generous
slice of berry pie consisting of blue berries, apple, rhubarb and raspberries,
ala mode, of course. A special thanks to Ms. Dona Novecosky, the proprietor. Thank you Dona and your “kickass Krew” for your hospitality and a fine
dining experience.
Here are a few photos from our day. Reminder, you can double click on the pictures to enlarge them.
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