I had tried to get down to the end of this road on the river on multiple occasions. One morning, I remember being quite determined---until I met a patch of road that made me too nervous, even with the Tundra.  As mentioned above, the ease with which we got around on these bikes was absolutley ASTOUNDING---before we knew it (something like an hour and half, in "real time"), we found ourselves at the "end of the road"---literally:

      I was AMAZED to find that . . . on my previous most serious attempt at getting to the "end of the line," I was only a few hundred yards, from the end. . . .  Wow.

      I was low on memory in my camera--but I just couldn't help myself.  :) I went ~berserk with the taking of pictures.  -I mean, FINALLY getting here was such an accomplishment---and I never knew if I'd ever be here again. . . .

      The view, downstream:

      The view, upstream:

      A tree, hanging over the river.

      The fall foliage was just . . . perfect:

      The contrast, with some sort of ground foliage, and the green of the grass. . . .

       . . . was very striking.

      And here is one of the most beautiful Alaska pictures I have ever taken:

      I couldn't help but just sigh and wonder at the beauty God had revealed to me this day.  This was livin'!!  (Something a graduate student all-too-rarely gets to do---EVER. :P :P ( :( :( ))

      More "Dirt Biking on Murphy Dome" :)