8/27 – 8/29 We followed Jeremy through West Vancouver. The hills rolled perfectly so that you never really had to pedal to get to the top. Beautiful houses are stacked along the coast with skyline and bridge views and the whole place smells like cotton candy. Passing through downtown might have been a bit hectic
8/21 – 8/27 “Get yer asses out of bed!” Martin’s voice at 4:45 in the morning. He had oatmeal ready for us. Fresh blueberries, brown sugar, raisins, and coffee. We were out the door at 5:25. It was a ten minute ride to the ferry. Our first time pedaling in the early morning. Thick mist
This week marks the ninth that we have been riding. We left Homer, Alaska, in early July, and since then we have cycled a little over 2300 miles, up through the Kenai Peninsula in Alaska to Denali, east to the Canadian border, through the Yukon Territory, and then south in British Columbia to Prince Rupert.
8/20/18 We woke up Monday morning in Exchamasiks River Provincial Park. An RV was thoughtfully playing the radio for everyone within a quarter mile. The sun rose red over the river and old rusty rail bridge with another set of iconic peaks in the background that were almost becoming cliché at this point. The sea
8/17 – 8/19 The air was cool and the wind was down as we cycled away from Bonus Lake. We made good time for the first few hours. At some point a truck slowed down next to us and the passenger was shouting to Soph. She smiled and they drove up past us. It was
Trevor was an apparition. Everybody had heard of him and everybody talked about him. Nobody seemed to have met him. “Have you seen that guy with the crazy cot tent?” one guy asked, “I heard he lives off of squirrels and salmon and huckleberries.” The first time I saw him was actually at Swan Lake.
8/14 – 8/16 Woke up to funny neighbor roger making us delicious coffee. Seventy kilometers of riding with gravity but against the wind to Stewart and Hyder. Bike came to a standstill on 8% grade downhill due to 30mph wind. Bear Lake Glacier looming over the road. Haunted forest of old growth pines covered in
8/13 Woke up around 5:30 this morning and thought about getting out of bed. Then I realized there was no coffee to make or food to prepare as Soph was hard set on a breakfast sandwich from the gas station and that didn’t open until seven. The firefighters were already at work. Helicopters were buzzing
8/8 First real day of a tail wind. Felt amazing. 100 k in 5 hours. Landed in Nugget city. Tried to hitchhike to Watson Lake for supplies and it took an hour and a half to get a lift. Waited just as long on the way back and ultimately had to get a cab for
*Note: Some of this probably didn’t happen and this place may or may not actually exist My initial impression of the Great Yukon Lodge was that it was maintained with pride despite being a bit tired. The elements take their toll on any building here. Foundations shift, roofs are covered with moss, properties fill with