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Up next…Fairbanks to Anchorage – 367 miles and counting

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Day 1: Making my way 367 miles from Fairbanks to Anchorage.  I’m riding the Parks Highway; it has a good shoulder; the same route takes about six hours by car.

 

 
Today was the “hilly” day according to the locals, and they were right – it was a chain stretcher.  I covered 59 miles starting at 11 a.m. and pulled into Nenana just after 5 p.m.
 
 
The most interesting place en route was Skinny Dick’s Halfway Inn – a local tavern located midway between Fairbanks and Nenana – a pretty racy atmosphere.  I refilled my water bottles, bought some postcards for 25 cents apiece, and pushed along….
 
 
 
I also met another bike tourist, Jan.  Jan was from the Netherlands, and had been on the road for more than a year.  He was fully loaded with gear and supplies.
 

Nenana Ice Classic – An Alaskan Tradition

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NENANA – Made my home in Nenana, AK on Friday; I made it 59 miles of the 367 miles from Fairbanks to Anchorage.
Nenana is a quaint community of 360 bordered by the Parks Highway and the Tanana River. Senator Jack Coghill has strong family ties to the town – Coghill’s General Store is the hub for baking and cooking supplies, movie rentals, and what-not.
 Coghill’s General Store,  Nenana, AK
A mural painted on the side of Coghill’s General Store that depicts 
Warren G. Harding was the 1st U.S. president to visit Alaska.
He pounded the golden spike signaling the completion of the Alaska railroad 
from Tidewater to the interior on July 15, 1923.
Coghill’s General Store store aisles (above and below)
Established in 1916 by William A. Coghill, the store is owned and managed today by granddaughter Marilyn Duggar nee Coghill.

Marilyn Duggar (Coghill)
Unique aspects of Nenana: It’s home to the oldest train depot in Alaska, and the popular fish wheel is native to this area as is the annual Nenana Ice Classic – a 98-year-old contest of guessing the exact minute the Tanana River will break up each spring.
“All this shows you is Alaska is a boring place,” said Jack, a man in a Green Bay Packer shirt nursing another can of Pabst Blue Ribbon at Jester’s Place on the main drag in Nenana.
Jack, originally from Wisconsin, Packer backer
Jack hailed from Wisconsin. “Up near the Tomahawk area,” slurred Jack. “And don’t speed or my niece, the state trooper, will give you a ticket.”
Jack buys me a PBR as the locals explain the premise of the aforementioned Nenana Ice Classic contest. “Prost,” I said, with a tip of the can in Jack’s direction. “Give it a good home,” said Jack.
There are colorful framed posters lining the wall of Jesters, all highlighting the Ice Classic which is a wood-frame tripod planted two feet into the Tanana River ice between the highway bridge and the railroad bridge at Nenana, just upriver from the Nenana River tributary.

A wire is attached to the tripod, which is 300 feet from shore, and connected to a clock and horn that sounds as the ice goes out.
“This was started by railroad engineers in 1917,” said bartender Jim. “They bet $800 guessing when the river would break up and last year, during the 97th year of the classic, the winners shared prize money over $318,000.”
“I tell you what,” said Jack. “We live here and we never win.”
Jim said a woman from Japan recently won and he hands over a tri-fold flier that explains the Nenana Ice Classic for 2014 – an Alaskan tradition.
The black-and-white flier reads like a race card at the track. A graph shows the popular hours of the ice break; a calendar grid shows the history of the winning dates and times dating to 1917.
“There was an anomaly on May 1, 1991,” said bar patron John, lighting up a Marlboro as he talked. “On that day there was an earthquake at Mt. McKinley at 11:20 a.m. and by 12:04 a.m. the horn sounded in Nenana and the clock stopped because the ice broke.”
Tickets are $2.50; sold throughout Alaska from February 1 through April 5. “We can’t sell the tickets out of state, so you might as well get your guesses in now while you’re here,” said Jim, trading a pair of tickets for a 5-spot.

Bartender Jim with my Ice Classic tickets…

Depositing my tickets for the contest
This year the ice broke late on May 20 at 2:41 p.m. In the past 97 years over $11 million has been paid out.
Side notes:
– There’s one thing noticeably missing from the Alaskan landscape – billboards. A law was passed that asserted billboards would take away from the majestic scenery in AK.
– Tourism is a HUGE industry in Alaska but it struck me how folks statewide go the extra mile on the little thing such as…. at every train stop from Anchorage to Fairbanks , whenever we pulled into the depot people were waiving – everybody!  It was very Twilight Zone in nature – but such a simple effort that made a big impact.

– Saw a woman in a store in Nenana who had the stars in the Alaskan flag tattooed on her face. 

“Great Alaska Outhouse Experience”

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Fairbanks Museum of the North wouldn’t be complete without the interactive sculpture called “Great Alaska Outhouse Experience!

Visitors were invited to sit inside the “outhouse” and imagine what the experience would be like in below-zero temps.  As you sat there, you could also look at all the paraphernalia on the walls, and search for various listed items in a “treasure hunt’ of sorts.

 

 

Small patriotic statue on the side of the artistic outhouse

 

Fairbanks “Museum of the North”

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A few pics from a short stop in Fairbanks at the “Museum of the North“:
Fairbanks Daily Times (circa June 21, 1913)
Hand-made flag from a silk handkerchief, raised at the Summit 20,320 feet,
Denali (Mt. McKinley) 1913
Part of the climbing gear…. a portable communion set.
Just as important as other gear, i.e., fur-lined goggles, single bit ax, galvanized sheet metal crampons and a portable stove.

Helen’s Warning

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FAIRBANKS – This is Helen; she’s from France and working at the University of Fairbanks in the Biology Department.  “You keep a good pace,” she said, as I biked up the hill with all my gear to the University “Museum.of the North.
Helen was riding a “fixie” – one gear, no brakes and, yes, it was designed that way.  “Oh, you should stay here longer,” she said, as I explained I was getting on the road after the museum to head south.  “Watch for the wild fires,” she warned.
This Alaska – if it’s not one thing, it’s another.

 

I Get By With a Little Help from….Sean

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This is Sean – he saved me.
I left Seward around 1 p.m. to hitch a ride back to Anchorage in order to take the train to Fairbanks.
I got as far as Moose Pass and, while climbing a hill, held out my “HELP RIDE” sign.
Sean pulled over.  He was very easy-going.  In the Navy 8 years, owned a bakery, and now worked as an assessor.
Sean thought it “different” that I had such a loose travel plan, and he was a little taken aback when I phoned someone I had never met before, asking to spend the night.  But, he agreed, if it worked for me…..

 

Gulp!

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This caught my eye in the Friday edition of the Fairbanks Daily News-Miner.
The story is riveting and horrible.  The biker used his bear spray; the wolf would fade, but resume the chase.  Vehicles passed and nobody stopped. There was a hill ahead and the biker was losing steam.  He dismounted, used his bike as a shield, and a vehicle finally stopped.  
The biker climbed in to safety.  
Makes me sweat just thinking about it.

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Sam’s Sourdough Cafe, Fairbanks, AK

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Nice breakfast this morning at the most popular place in Fairbanks – Sam’s Sourdough Cafe.
 
Swung into Dave’s booth.  He was sitting alone, looking like he was waiting on food.  “I tell you, the Parks Highway is the way you want to go,” he said.  Dave was a Harley guy and retired career Air Force.  He wore a classic Harley cap and talked about a close run-in when a moose crossed his path as he was riding in the rain down near the Klutina River in AK.
 
“I’m originally from Wisconsin,” said Dave.
 
What were the chances?
 
“Oak Creek,” he said.  “If you haven’t noticed yet, everybody up here is pretty friendly.”  
Dave was right – the hospitality especially stood out at every train stop. When we pulled into each depot, EVFERYBODY was waving and smiling.  Kind of a mix of Twilight Zone meets Smallville, with a Steven Spielberg twist.
 
Judy, Alaska

Billie’s, Bunk Beds, and I’m Bushed

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Spending Thursday night at Billie’s Backpacker Hostel in Fairbanks. 
Pulled in around 8 p.m.
Don’t ask me how I found it…. Billie is a white-haired woman in her 70s.  No shoes allowed beyond the front door and no talking upstairs.  My bed is a futon in a room with two bunk beds.  The windows are open so there’s a breeze…and I’m tired.  For $30, I’ll take it.
Once in Fairbanks, I tried to get my bearings.  Good thing it says light past midnight…but you could tell the streets were being rolled up because traffic was sparse.  It took a lot of networking before I stumbled upon Billie’s Backpacker’s Hotel.
Billie had been running her Hostel since the 1970’s.
It was homey and clean, and she ran a tight ship.
“Shoes off at the door, and no talking upstairs where people are sleeping – 
not even during the day,” she said.
Kitchen area.
Living Room
Flowers outside Billie’s Hostel

Train Ride to Fairbanks – Biking Back

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On the way to Fairbanks, AK.  Taking the train north.  
I have a week and a half to make it back to Anchorage.


Thursday train to Fairbanks.  
Got on at 8 a.m. and expected arrival is 8 p.m.


Train conductor, Ian, needed help with directions, 
so I got out my maps and got him back on track.


Sisters, Abby and Hannah, from Anchorage – heading to Fairbanks for a few days.

View of Mt. McKinley as I ride up to Fairbanks on the train.  Pretty nice day!
Biking back to Anchorage with six days to accomplish the ride.