We stayed in a fantastic place in Stewart that consists of a group of buildings called Ripely Creek Inn. This place oozed charm and warmth which we needed as the rain moved in shortly after we parked the bikes for the night and rain continued until noon of our riding day.
Antiques abound in and around the Inn’s spread.
Delicious and filling breakfast was served up quickly and with a friendly smile.
Another group of riders were loading their bikes that morning also. They hailed from Norway and came to Alaska to rent Harley’s and travel the great white north country.
Our riding gear 
performed superbly keeping us dry and toasty making the ride in the rain truly magical! I know it doesn’t sound like a good time, but with proper gear keeping out the elements, nature takes on a surreal magnificent aura.
The alluvial deposits that filled the river valley has its own unique ecosystem.
Waterfalls graced the mountainsides as countless strings of pearls.
The mists shouded the trees and steamed off the icy cold river of glacial runoff.
Oh if you could see the glowing blue of the glaciers! Pictures refuse to reveal this sacrad site…even the little glaciers withhold the color revelation as though to whisper, “I’ll show you my colors when you trek to my mountianside”
As we left the ribbon of road to Hyder and Stewart the rain gave way to blinks of sun, but the temperatures stayed in the upper 50’s and only made it to the low 60’s by late in the day.
Back on the remote Cassier Highway northbound we make our way to Dease lake
Again pictures rob the brilliance of the colored carpet of flowers that painted our roadside for the next 4oo miles.
Mary commented on how easy it is to travel this ultra remote backcountry as the visual feast makes even long riding days a joy.
The senses often fool you into thinking that there is civiliazation out to your left or to your right, but the maps tell the story of stunning remoteness for hundreds of miles on either side of your riding.
The forums were full of terror about the slippery steel grate bridge decks, but we found them a fun ride as you look down through the grates into the moving water being careful not to get too mesmerized by the feeling of looking through a glass plate…maybe that’s what spooked other riders…I found it amazing.
Our Ride ended in Dease Lake with an average motel run by a gracious and friendly family. The food…well…it’s a table in a gas station with a clerk/cook serving gas and food. Um…let’s move on…there must be food down the road. That’s a joke in and of itself! Next food stop is hours away. You said you wanted an adventure, right?
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