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Winds
I headed out of Fort Nelson, climbing and into a headwind. Fortunately I had bought doughnuts and so all was good in my world, cycling to dark, 6pm, and snug in my down bag by 6.30. During the night I heard coyotes howling, though I thought they were wolves at the time, then I thought ”but […]
Some incredible rides
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ride 1
We woke up on the 9th outside a lodge at Contact Creek. My toes were numb from where they push my sleeping bag against the end of my tent. It had been 9 below over night. The cold wasn’t doing Tom’s continuing knee troubles any good either, he was now forced to go […]
cold knees
On the 2nd we left Whitehorse, population: 25,000. Despite our brave face and hollow threats, we spent our last two nights in an old barge (on land), seeking safety from the missiles of our stone-throwing nemesis. Then, after loading up on food and a last night in Flippers, hearing such remarks as “my grandfather would […]