Some rides you remember forever. This was one of them.
The second morning I woke up in Anchorage to fog so thick I couldn't see the bike from the motel door. By ten it burned off and the riding was perfect.
Day one I rode out to Beluga Point. The road in was everything people say it is. I stopped more times than I can count just to look around.
If you have the time, go. Don't wait like I did.
The second morning I woke up in Anchorage to fog so thick I couldn't see the bike from the motel door. By ten it burned off and the riding was perfect.
Day one I rode out to Beluga Point. The road in was everything people say it is. I stopped more times than I can count just to look around.
If you have the time, go. Don't wait like I did.

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