What's the deal with places not quite getting how to make food. I mean, eggs are easy, right? Scrambled eggs. Pretty straight forward. I've had them twice and they come out like over-cooked omelets without any stuff inside.
I've had some pretty uninspiring food so far, and it's been expensive, from nice restaurants. And this is coming from someone who has already, several times so far had gas station food as his only meal for the day.
While moving along from gas station to rest stop to gas station, for fueling and having a drink, and stretching the legs, I began running into other people riding up towards Alaska. We'd all be moving from station to station and campground or motel and would always talk over road conditions or lodging ideas. I played leapfrog with a couple of riders from Jasper, Alberta, to Houston, BC, up the Cassier highway, to Stewart and Hyder, Alaska.
The Cassier was a blast to ride up and will take you to a little outpost of an Alaskan town. I rode right into the United States without any security check or anything. A terrorist could easily go over and well... They couldn't do any more damage to the roads. The place had an odd, third-world feel to it. I rode out to see if I could find this bear watching area, but lost interest while having to maneuver around some giant, quick moving road building equipment. To cross back into Canada, I had to break out the passport and tell the lady that I didn't have any weapons, etc.
I found a neat little spot in a campground in Hyder, where I could see a glacier and myriad waterfalls from my site.
Animals I had seen included black and grizzly bears, deer, bald eagles, a wolf, and a marmot(?). I still wanted to see some moose, elk, sasquatches, and orcas. I realize that some of those aren't that likely to see from my bike.
