Highway is a misnomer in Alaska, especially when it comes to the Denali. Your typical thoroughfare in the lower 48 has gas stations, rest areas, and restaurants. Like most of Alaska, the Denali is desolate: no signs, power lines, or pavement, for that matter. It's just you and the caribou and a few spots of civilization, such as the Gracious House Lodge at mile marker 82, where I finally caught up with the MotoQuest group. The Gracious House compound is complete with an airstrip, fuel station, café, generator room, and "cabins" fashioned from old shipping containers. It's a rustic outpost, and it served as our base camp for several days of epic off-road riding.