Dawson City, again an old goldmining town, a bit of a tourist trap, we ended up at Dirty Girty's casino and can can show, full of tourist, the show was crap. Its a bit of a pity we weren't staying here a little longer to explore the place more.

 The local shop in Chicken, the towns called after a bird but they couldn't spell Ptarmigan so the called it chicken. Honest.

                                           Another one of the locals

                              Panning for gold, turn up pay $15 and off you go.

                                     Inside the bar!

                  Make your own mind up, the Americans don't get it.

         Still on the Dalton Highway, this place is not for the faint hearted, especialy if your on a motorbike.

                                   Jim and I, one of the locals of Chicken

                                                              Jims pickup!

 Arriving in Prudhoe Bay an oil workers town, no alchohol allowed so we'll have to sneak some into our room.

                       Land of the midnight sun, still light but no sun

                                The famous Deadhorse sign.

 The famous Atigun pass think ice road truckers, only its not as big in real life, would'nt like to drive up it in the snow.

                        At the top of the Atigun, Mark, Drew and myself.

Fairbanks to Coldfoot

 Sorry I haven't posted for a few days but we have no internet access or mobile phone signal, this is the start of the Dalton highway that leads to Prudhoe Bay, 500 miles of mostly gravel, a bit slippy when its wet, which it is most of the time.

 The bikes are looking a bit muddy, they won't get a clean now till we reach Canada, no point

                                 Great place you can see I'm excited.

                                                Crossing the Artic circle.

 The hotel at Coldfoot, very basic, they are portacabins bolted together, clean and warm though, and it has a laundry so we can wash our clothes at last.

 A visit to Wiseman a old gold mining town, this guy is an former gold prospecter, we chatted for a while and he told us all about his life digging for gold

                  A Willys jeep, it actually runs and gets used on a daily basis circa 1943.

                                    This is were the guy lives, fantastic place.

 Getting ready for the off with Drew and Otto 355 miles to Fairbanks.

Day at the gun club then a barby with the local biker gang

 A day out at the local gun club. These guys had some serious weapons. This is the 2011 transamerican group.

                               Would you mess with this man, me neither!

 Just one of the many guns to fire. The Alaskan Machine Gun Club, these guy were brilliant, they were really enthusiastic about us firing there guns.

 It was definately a case of who had the biggest gun. This guy won, he'd never fired it before today, they aimed it at a 45 gallon drum filled with water, certainly made a mess.

The marks on my neck were where a hot cartridge dropped down my collar, I was jumping around trying to get it out, holding a loaded M16 rifle, should of seen the instuctor panic Ha Ha.