We awoke to very high winds. We packed our bags and loaded up, heading out for a quick trip north to Healy to say goodbye. Bruce really wanted to get us up to the glacier, but the winds would not let up. Instead, we filed our "flight plan" with Roxy and Bruce and rode (though sometimes along the way I felt as though I could take flight, despite my not-so-aerodynamic ride) to Anchorage. As I was saying goodbye to Roxy, just standing there, I almost got blown off of my motorcycle. Needless to say, our progress was slow to Anchorage, but fortunately, uneventful.
Again, we can't thank everyone in Healy enough for their hospitality! Bruce and I will meet up in the fall in Boise, as I seem to have developed a hankerin' to learn how to fly...stay tuned!
Odometer: 6030 miles
Ibuprofen consumed: lots!
DR 650 for sale: NOT!
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