Tech diffs, as the millenials might say, last night... no connection.
I've about run out of adjectives to describe the scenery. I will say, though, that if you're not moved by the Alcan between Fort Nelson and Whitehorse, you can't be moved.
Surprised by the traffic - lots of it. Road condition is better than Louisiana state highways or Denton city streets.
My inner Marquez (if you know anything about MotoGP, you know Marquez) wants me to ride the snot out of these curves, but the outer grandfather in me says enjoy the scenery and watch for critters. Lots of bears, many in the road. Lots of bison, not on the road but threatening.  Saw black bears and brown... apparently not grizzlies because they weren't eating salmon or people.
Distances are immense. 175 miles between gas station s is not unusual.
Incredibly dense, expansive  forests... sometimes. you can't see 10 feet into the woods.
Camped in Robert Service Campground beside the Yukon in Whitehorse.
Today I rode with Doc Walker from Denver. we were both buying gas in Watson Lake and both going to Whitehorse so we led each other to the campground. Doc, who has done just about every thing every place one can do it, is riding the Alaska Highway because it was built the year he was born -- 1942. Doc was good company with fascinating "career development" stories.
Two great days of riding. More to cone.