Trip to Healy AK

So, my buddies Doug Bladsell and Justin Olson joined me for a run up Dry Creek in Healy, Alaska today. You know, the kind of trail where if something breaks, you’re either hiking out or becoming an awkward bear snack.

We blasted up the trail clearly the first to break it in this season. The place had that fresh wilderness vibe, the kind where nature just dares you to underestimate it. We hit the creek bed and naturally had to fire off some rounds, because in Alaska, if you’re not disturbing the peace of at least one rabbit or scaring the daylights out of a porcupine, are you even outdoors?

Made it up to the pass, and the wind was ripping at 40 miles an hour the kind of wind that’ll slap the warmth right out of your soul and remind you why frostbite is a thing. Beautiful, though. We snapped some photos, mostly to prove to the wives that we weren’t just sitting in the RV eating jerky and arguing over whose machine is louder.

Spotted a porcupine and a couple of rabbits no big game, though, which is good, because I think Doug’s idea of defense against a charging moose is to take selfies and hope it’s intimidated.

Wrapped up the day at the 49th State. I’ll admit, I’m usually not a fan of the place, but the food was solid maybe it just tastes better when you’ve spent a day fighting off the elements and your own questionable survival instincts. The place was packed, which meant we got the full “Alaskan tourism in May” experience, complete with tourists who probably think we all wrestle bears for breakfast.

Now we’re back at the RV, worn out, muddy, and just grateful our machines didn’t break. If they had, this trip might’ve ended with us sharing a sleeping bag and arguing about who gets eaten first when the wolves show up.

But for now, just a great day in the Last Frontier.