I crossed paths with a grand total of 5 cyclists in Alaska. The most pleasant encounter during this lonely stretch was a tall, gentle natured Canadian named Kim. South of Cantwell, we immediately struck up a conversation about road conditions and concerns such as services, camp, food and water supplies. Meeting fellow riders who can sympathize with the grueling demands of cycle touring can offer a welcome break to the thunderstorm drenched cold morning ride. Kim was cheerful, outgoing and easy to talk to- a stark difference from the locals who commonly regard persons like me from 'the lower 48' as a ter'ist rather then tourist.