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Reaching the town of Deadhorse, population 50, meant a small, expensive hotel, store, restaurant, and gas station. To get to the Arctic Ocean meant they had you to pass through the privately owned pumping grounds and a security check on a guided tour inside a mini-van. Time in Deadhorse is expensive because everything has to come to the end of earth (Deadhorse) either by road or airplane. The winced at the expense and spent less than 10 hours. Even so they had to part with precious funds to eat, sleep, gas-up and tourist. |
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 End of the road. Donna-Rae is standing on the shore of the Arctic Ocean. A quick dip in the cool water let’s you claim to be a member of the Polar Bear Club. |
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"You are going to do what"? "You are going to go where"? This was the response that greeted my intention to travel to the ends of the earth by motorcycle with my long time friend and traveling companion Dr.Gregory W. Frazier, author, motorcycle adventurer, and native American Crow Indian. After four solo journeys around the world, and with an unlimited amount of patience, Gregory is indeed the perfect companion! In my life I have been fortunate to travel and visit many countries in this world. However no one prepared me for the overwhelming beauty of Alaska. More specifically the journey to Dead Horse at Prudhoe Bay. The beauty of this land is incredible. Mountain range after mountain range fade into the distance as our tiny band of bumpy road plays hide and seek with the pipe line and winds it's way through the wilderness granting us access to mile after mile of pristine untouched America. Stopping to talk to other travelers along the way, we meet many friendly informative people who give us updates on the road conditions and the weather that can change in a moment and leave you stranded, frozen or cannibalized by their infamous mosquitoes. The Dalton Highway alternates from pavement to gravel. Add water and things become a bit dicey! Caribou wander across the tundra as raptors fly silently overhead. The only sound we hear is the Kawasaki KLR 650 beneath us, humming smoothly. The ride is exhilarating! Flying along with my nose in the wind, looking at the panoramic view surrounding me, leaning from side to side, not to miss a thing, I too felt the rush and now understand the addictive freedom that it brings. For a time there is only you, the wind and the sky. Across the tundra Gregory spread his wings and flew. As I flew too, safe in the shadow of the Crow. Donna-Rae Prudhoe Bay, Alaska, July, 2004” |
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A quick stop in Anchorage, then a hard ride back to Denver. How hard? One day 950-miles, then next day 500. |
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When Donna-Rae and Dr. Greg arrived at their home base in Denver, Colorado they had learned quite a bit about trying to make the rest of the long ride around the globe. It you would like to read about what Frazier’s thoughts were on the Deadhorse leg, you can look at www.horizonsunlimited.com/gregfrazier under “What’s New” for August, 2004. He recently said, “When we got back to Denver I was pretty beat up, but Donna-Rae was still smiling. I think I may have to look into those drugs she is taking for Parkinson’s. Next leg: Ushuaia, Argentina, the southernmost point they can ride a motorcycle on the continent of South America. |
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