Motorcycle Explorer December 2014 Issue 3 | Page 39

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Then it all went dark and I
couldn’t see. We pulled
over and next thing Mags
was off, scraping thick mud
off my head and tail lights
that had been totally
blacked out. We had to do
this every twenty miles or
so, watching as the
thermometer plummeted.
We had left the mountains
behind and were now in a
barren flatland of Arctic
Tundra that ran to the
ocean. Finally, after a
16-hour ride to cover a
hard-won 260 miles, the
dim lights of Deadhorse
beckoned in the
gloom…we’d made it!