Got to dabble my feet in the arctic ocean which was a little lame compared to the swimmer who jumped in quite unconcerned by the ice flow just off shore. This is as far north as I can go.
I farewelled my friend at about 6PM. He was going to ride back south during the "night" because the calcium carbide on the road would be hard. He accompanied a Colombian who we met at the Caribou Inn. The Colombian had just arrived from Fairbanks (about 500 miles south of here), got his picture taken as a trophy and was heading back. Is that what GS1200's do for you? As a postcript: he was to come to an unfortunate end about a week later with a crash that wrote his bike off.