We left for Dawson early, the air still heavy with a damp chill. An adventure lie ahead, the details of which were still to be determined. Aside from the gear packed on our trusty steeds, we only had a direction and deadline, and even those were somewhat flexible.
Our path took us through the wilds of Alaska. Well known places such as Denali and Fairbanks. Less traveled locations such as the Dalton Highway, the Arctic Circle, and the Top of the World Highway. It is these locations that test your mettle; The remoteness defining who you are as a person, perhaps the antithesis of Nietzsche’s quote: “Battle not with monsters lest ye become a monster; and if you gaze into the abyss the abyss gazes into you.”
The men and women that take these challenges on are spirit wanderers, never satisfied. They personify the journey itself, and not the destination. These adventures are not ones to be taken lightly; Many have tried and failed. Many have tried and died. Venturing forth on two wheels is dangerous, especially in these remote locations, where the environment itself can kill you, and medical assistance could be many hours away. We know this as we set forth, and those that paid the ultimate sacrifice have taught those of us who continue on a lesson, a gift not given in vain.
The reward on this trip is the “Dust 2 Dawson” festivities in the town of Dawson City, Yukon Territory. It’s not a rally; Rather, it is a group of like-minded riders enjoying each other’s company. Anyone is invited, and if you are there, you are accepted. You earned your place along side those who established this annual festival many years ago. Perhaps this is the truest definition of ‘adventure’… And why we do what we do.