Shelli and Mary left for Alaska about three weeks ago... on their motorcycles.
and they've arrived!

On more than one occasion, we have asked ourselves, "What were we thinking?!?!".  Traveling in August is very different up here than in the lower 48. First off, all of the traffic is going the other direction. Why? Because there's ONE road and it's autumn here, the colors are changing, soon to be winter. Which means nothing is very crowded, thank god. In the lower 48, one might fight for a campground or stress about finding a motel room in August. Not here. It's 30 degrees in the morning. No one is fighting for a tent site. We saw snow falling on the mountains of Denali yesterday, and thanked our lucky stars that our neighbors in the campground had a tarp that we could cook dinner under while the thunder roared not too far away and the rain dripped down. Did we mention it's cold? Today, I wore long johns, jeans, my motorcycle overpants with a liner, two long john shirts, two fleece shirts, my heavy goretex motorcycle jacket with it's liner, neck gator,  and my huge bulky winter motorcycle gloves. I felt no cold. Of course,  I could barely turn my head to see Mt. McKinley in the distance.