Riding the Hog

Ok, of all things, Mike's motorcycle can't really be called a "hog." 

Mike really, really, really wanted to go for a ride today, and it was such a beautiful day, who was I to argue?  It was that or housework. Guess what we decided. 

I don't think I had been on the Ducati more than twice last year, and certainly not for more than 20 minutes or so. Today's ride was significantly longer and my butt, thighs and back were a bit surprised by it all. 

The thing of it is, it was easy to ride for a really long time. Unlike Ottawa, where we mainly drove from Point A to Point B, typically along Hwy 417, the Alaska Highway is spectacular.  The sun, the mountains, the river valley - spectacular!!  And not to forget the local colour! 

Our drive started with our neighbourhood fox - the same fox that I'd seen running up our street with dinner in his mouth just last week. Mile after mile of beautiful scenery, and then a random drunk guy hitchhiking.  Not so surprising near town, but this was really far out. I'm thinking with all of the forwards/backwards/sideways action he was taking with each step, it must have taken him hours to get to where he was!  And then there were the 2 guys hunting from their pick up - VERY illegal, and the random horses at the side of the road not contained in any way. Not much further after that, we headed back through the crazy gusting wind.   

All around a very nice day!