We have been on the road for 6 days and this morning as I write this we have traveled 2371 miles or so, depends on who you ask. If you look at where the tracker places us on the map you will see that puts us a little over half way. As hard as we have been riding that does not even seem possible. At around 5 pm local time (which is 8 pm back in the world time ) we made a turn and there it was ( I only know this cause a big sign said so) Alaskan Highway. I'm not sure if it was the anticipation or if was just the way I was looking at it. It seemed to instantly change. The landscape became dramatic and the road became well let's just say a challenge. First you have frost heaves, that's not what happens when you drink a Coke slushy too fast for you Southern's. A frost heave is when it get so damn cold and the ground freezes 5 feet deep and pushes the ground up then summer comes and it thaws and it sinks back down. I know this does not seem like a big deal but when it sinks about a foot lower then the rest of the road. Let's just say you get air between your tires and the road, air between your seat and your butt and air between your underwear and your skin. I will leave you to your imagination what fills that spot between skin and underwear as you fly thru the air. Then you have the bugs. I just thought we were hitting bugs in lower part of the states. They come in all sorts of colors, I have the spots on my shirt to prove it. When you hit them some have green goo some have yellow goo, a few just leave a black spot. When you hit one that leaves red you know it without a doubt. Any bug that can bleed is a damn big bug and he will about knock you off the bike. The first one I hit and looked at my shirt I was afraid it was my blood and thought about pulling over and having Brice administer first aid. I sure hope I don't hit one of them at the exact same time that I hit a frost heave. God only knows what will be in that space between my shorts and skin. All of this was in the first 5 miles. I love it.