On a 9-day drive from Salt Lake City, Utah to Anchorage, Alaska, an audible, “Wow” slipped out of my mouth on several occasions. Because of lakes in shades from aqua to sapphire and peaks with blankets of soft snow folded over rocky ledges. And elk, moose, Grizzly and black bears, bison, deer, mountain goats, bighorn sheep, porcupines — we saw it all.

In 6 days of driving from Jasper, Canada to Anchorage, I spotted 27 bike tourists.

4 of 27 were women.
13 were solo men.

Right after crossing the border into Alaska, I met a man who was bike touring and had stopped at a rest area. Talking to him for 10 minutes made me want to ride Alaska to Argentina someday, something that I have considered ever since I knew it was a possible journey. Upon our departure in separate directions, I handed him some snacks. “Fruit is hard to come by,” he said. I grabbed a couple of apples to satisfy his needs.

Many of the bike tourists, like this guy, were in their 60s or 70s.

It made me both how to buy azithromycin online excited and dismayed to see people in their 20s and 30s as well as cycle tourists in their 60s and 70s. Will I ever be able to make a journey such as this?

I am thankful for my fitness now and want to remain healthy. Unfortunately we never know when something may happen that could throw a wrench in our dream machine. We never know if we will be able to live out our desires unless we try by taking a step in that direction.

I am learning as much as I can about surviving in the wilderness, whilst keeping in shape with long bike rides and hill climbs on the docket for summer. Really though, I could leave tomorrow for a tour such as this. I don’t need to accumulate any more “skills” for bike touring. I only need the right time and enough money to get me from North America to South America. Like the other women riding in Alaska, I want a travel buddy, too.