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Milestones & Kindness

Cantwell architecture.

Since before this trip began, all of us had our milestones to look forward to: the first day of riding, the day we reach the Rockies, the day we reach the ocean, the day we reach Argentina.  Add to that the day we build a house with Habitat in North Dakota.  Yet I had my own personal milestone that was a little less inspiring: I was waiting for our first healthy dose of misery.

Breaks were short during a tough ride to Cantwell.

This might seem like a strange and negative milestone but it is important.  Anyone who has taken a journey with a group knows that nothing binds you together quite like adversity.  I remember during the summer of 2008 with Bike and Build when our negative milestone arrived inside Theodore Roosevelt National Park.  We went camping for the first time in the great outdoors, unaware that a severe thunderstorm was about to wreak havoc on our ramshackle campsite at 2AM.  By the next morning, we had taken refuge inside of a cinder-block latrine and barely slept while a park ranger recovered some of our belongings that had been blown three miles away in the storm winds.  We were exhausted, terrified, and sleep-deprived, but Hurricane Teddy became a legendary and happy memory that brought us closer together in retrospect.

On Saturday, we got cozy with misery.  We rode our bikes 100 miles from Trapper’s Creek (just above sea level on a flat valley) to Cantwell, AK in the mountains of Denali.  We had planned an early start for a long day of riding, but a missed alarm meant that we weren’t on the road till noon.  With serious mountain climbing and heavy touring bicycles, it took all of our strength to maintain a 10mph pace when we included rest stops and refueling.  We climbed close to 8000 vertical feet over the course of the day.  It was raining and in the low 40s.  Cold set in if we stopped.  My hands were so cold that I could barely open the Snickers bars necessary to my suffering, and I struggled hopelessly while the wrapper mocked me with its “Fun Size” designation.  There was nothing fun about those Snickers bars.  Pure life-saving necessity was their redemption.  We pushed on and on through the mountains with the mile markers passing by far too slowly.  There was no civilization between Trappers Creek and Cantwell.  We were tired, hungry, wet, and cold.  We had no choice but to make it to Cantwell where we heard of a lodge that could hopefully feed us and take us in.

Rest Day = Best Day.

We arrived in Cantwell at 11PM at night, just as daylight was failing.  We turned onto the Denali Highway and after a mile and a cruel little climb we arrived at the Cantwell Lodge which had transitioned into a bar with country music and lots of drinking and smoking.  We walked inside with our riding spandex and rain gear, chilled to the bone, white as ghosts.  We ordered food for six. After we demolished the best double cheese burger, mountain of potato salad, and spicy wing basket in Alaska, we passed out in a discounted double bunk room.

Bound South's best friend.

We woke up for church on Sunday morning.  We has passed Cantwell Bible Church on the way to the Lodge and took a guess on start time of the service.  We were ten minutes late in keeping with a proud Berg tradition.  Within their congregation of twenty we were a spectacle.  A couple in the church offered to take us in for the remaining duration of our rest day.  Rest was much needed after the century into Cantwell and we were treated to uncommon kindness.  Our hosts were superhuman.  While we passed out for an afternoon nap, they went for a vigorous mountain hike.  They have a team of more than a dozen sled dogs that are full of joy and vigor.  Bob, originally a farmkid from Nebraska, has climbed the Seven Summits and is a tremendous role model in is community.  His wife Janie is an accomplished veterinarian, spectacular cook, and nonchalantly describes her adventures mushing a dog sled through the Denali Wilderness in -40 degree temperatures for fun.

This journey is as much as about the people we meet as the places we see.  We have been so blessed and now we press eastward, leaving behind the challenges and rare comforts of Cantwell to ride the remote gravel passes of the Denali Highway.  The most desolate wilderness of our trip lies between us and Whitehorse.

12 Comments Post a comment
  1. Jim and Elizabeth Berg #

    Heartfelt thanks to your hosts in Cantwell… Thank you Bob and Janie.

    Mom, Dad and Marta

    August 15, 2011
  2. Bruno L. Chmatalik #

    Wow, amazing adventure you guys are doing!
    I’ll be reading all your posts and cheering all the way from Brazil!

    Good luck to you!

    August 16, 2011
  3. Best of luck on your adventure, keep safe. I am Ians Dad, Ian of 350south, I loved the picture ye posted of the five of ye close to Whitehorse, Ian and Lee are very happy to have met ye and hope that ye might meet again somewhere along the trail. Will keep watching from a small town in the South-East of Ireland.

    August 16, 2011
  4. Carsten #

    bringing back fond memories of a HS summer spent working in the park. Glad you made it there! Big mountains.

    August 16, 2011
  5. krista #

    Wow, what a milestone. It is always nice to hear of the amazing people you meet.

    Also, what is that building in the first picture, do you know?

    August 17, 2011
    • The giant igloo was at one point a venture of a businessman in Cantwell to build a lodge with an interesting architecture, with a liquor store and gas station next door. Apparently it was not well planned or engineered, and failed every single Alaskan state building code and safety permit known to man. It was an unfortunate end and the property remains unsold and appears rather blighted. The residents of Cantwell seem slightly embarrassed and/or bemused by it. It’s definitely a landmark for anyone driving on the Parks Highway North to Denali National Park.

      August 17, 2011
      • krista #

        Haha. Too bad! Looks pretty neat, though.

        August 24, 2011
  6. Jim and Elizabeth Berg #

    There should be a package waiting for you in Whitehorse. Once enroute, the Cliff bars quadrupled in value. 🙂
    love you,
    Mom

    August 17, 2011
  7. Nancy #

    The building at the top is called “The Igloo”, and is right on the Parks Highway between Wasilla and Fairbanks. It’s a deserted gas station, I believe. Nothing there now but the shell. Someone had big plans for a tourist trap, many years ago.
    I’m the boys’ aunt who lives in Eagle River, Alaska. The guys stayed with us as they prepared for their journey.
    Nancy

    August 19, 2011
  8. Katie Escobar #

    Wow, I’m so glad I took a minute to catch up on your travels… What an incredible journey you have begun! I’m looking forward to hearing more and to listing to the audio clips later today. Thanks so much for sharing.

    Katie

    August 19, 2011
  9. Cody Bartz #

    What a journey, whoa!

    I have enjoyed the blog reading so far. Awesome that you are doing that. Lot of work biking all those miles.

    Rock n’ roll guys!!

    Cody Bartz

    August 23, 2011
  10. sarah daeuber #

    Be strong and courageous. Do not fear or be in dread of them, for it is the LORD your God who goes with you. He will not leave you or forsake you.
    -Deuteronomy 31:6
    Keep pushing through! We are all behind you.
    Sarah

    August 23, 2011

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