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BLM campground- Rest area with no name
Not much to say about that day honestly. We have been overtaken by several absolutely massive oversize trucks which was a wee bit scary and we have been caught in a pretty severe thunderstorm. But except that, dull road and not much motivation. We stopped in the evening at a viewpoint and enjoyed the dinner whereas again, a thunderstorm passes not far from our heads….

Rest area with no name- Tok
The highlight of the day is the meeting with an Israeli cyclist who started from Prudhoe Bay and is cycling all the way down to Patagonia (another one, damn we have the impression to be Sunday riders when meeting these guys!!!). He gives us some interesting tips on the Dalton Highway, the road going from Fairbanks to Prudhoe Bay on the Arctic Ocean. We also stop in Tok for a meal and honestly I do not think I will spend my honeymoon (if there is any) there….. In the evening, we camp at another viewpoint, 20 miles far from Tok. It is a good spot but we do not have much room to pitch the tent, we are knackered so we probably do not enjoy the place as we should.

Tok-Rika’s roadhouse
We wake up in a good mood. This is even increased when Bureau of Land Management staff come to clean the dry toilets which are not far from where we slept. That is brilliant: Each of us goes to completely clean toilet: There is this deodorant odour, we enjoy the moment, it is like being in a palace (small pleasures become passion when travelling!).

Not much to say on the day itself, the road is, once again, pretty dull. It is so dull we cycle fast, very fast actually. We stop at Rika’s roadhouse where, we know it, there is a restaurant. We arrive there to discover the place actually closes at 5pm … rubbish! We find drinkable water, cook a big meal and put sleeping bags and other thermarests outside to dry them. Very clever idea: 1 hour later, it is pouring and the gear are wetter than before. We set up the tent quickly and jump into wet sleeping bags. It is in those situations it is good to be with Nicolas, we can laugh about our fate.

Tomorrow, Fairbanks!!
Rika’s roadhouse-Fairbanks:
We enjoy the morning, chilling out like lazy donkeys. There are some good mountains range in the horizon but there are many cars on the road and the drivers are aggressive. The last 30 miles are on a dual carriage way. We forgot what that was to cycle on roads like that. When passing by a big Air Force base, we see our first caribou, wandering around at the end of the airstrip! Nicolas leads like an absolute rocket and at last, we reach Fairbanks. We are getting closer and closer from our target…. 2 rest days and we will be heading to the Great North!!

Fairbanks-Livengood:
After having popped in in a outdoor shop to buy some white gas (we will need it on the Dalton Highway), we hit the road. Nicolas used the fact there is a scale in the shop to weight his bike. The answer is ….. 130 pounds!!! We are carrying a lot of food indeed as we really do not what conditions to expect on the Dalton Highway. The road is not very interesting. We find a water pump on the side of the road and that is a very good news as the weather is pretty hot and we are absolutely burning. Finding some water in those conditions is always greatly appreciated. I see a lynx crossing the road and we stop on a rest area 2 miles from the Dalton highway crossroad. Tomorrow will be our D-day: we have been waiting for 18 month to ride this piece of gravel road and now, we are a couple of hundred feet far from it!!! We hesitate to play Frisbee but finally we do not. We still do not know at this point we will deeply regret this decision.

Livengood-Hot Spot cafe
When we wake up, the weather is pretty chilly and we feel tired before having touched the bikes. We have a quick chat with a truck driver: we try to have as much information as we can on the state of the highway but we do not get much answers. At last, we start cycling. A few minutes later, we reach the start of the James W Dalton Highway. We both feel the emotion to be there.

A first thing immediately strikes us: like the beginning of our trip, the behaviour of the truckers is just amazing. They slow sown, give us plenty of space when overtaking and wave their hands when passing us: these guys are quite something! The morning is tough, we do not cycle fast but we are happy to be there. After 19 miles, we hit a surreal piece of paved portion on which we can suddenly cycle fast and not being careful about the potholes. We cycle like in a dream for 15 minutes. Further up, we are cycling a very steep part, pretty dusty when we are overtaken by a truck spreading water all over the road to minimise the dust. The consequence is that we are now cycling in the mud! We finally reach the top of the hill but we hope this will not happen too often because I can tell you that is quite frustrating. We stop for lunch and look at the Milepost, our bible which gives mile per mile all what you can find on the road (steep, paved or not, toilets, rest areas, good view…). We discover when reading it that we still have two climbs in the afternoon before crossing the Yukon river which will probably be the end of our day.

Just before reaching the first climb, we have to stop as there is some road work and we are asked once again to put our bikes at the back of a pilot car. I tell you what, when we learn that the pilot car would drop us 10 miles further (and therefore after the two climbs we were expecting), we are pretty happy and do not argue too strongly to cycle this portion. In the pilot car, we talk about the pipeline with the woman driving and we ask her why there are so many trucks with a tank behind whereas the pipeline goes all the way from the Arctic Ocean to Valdez, 800 miles further south. Her answer brings stupefaction on our faces: crude oil goes into the pipeline but refined petrol is needed to feed all the machines working on the oilfield. A there is no refinery on the oilfield, every single gallon of petrol has to be brought by truck: we just can’t believe it!!!! The way to the Yukon river is good fun and before reaching the bridge, another surprise, there is a traffic light! In the middle of nowhere!!!! They use it to manage the traffic but it is still funny and very weird for us. We stop at the Hot spot cafe after 50 miles on the bikes (60 miles in total if you add the way done at the back of the pilot car). Then, the bad discovery comes to us: we lost the Frisbee. We have never used it and we lost it!!! We will not have our Frisbee game in the arctic tundra. Anyway, everyone strongly recommends us the burgers of the hot spot but given how heavy our bikes are, we decide to eat our own food in order to decrease their weight and therefore, to reach more easily the top of Atigun pass, the toughest pass of the whole trip that we should reach in 3 days.

We have a funny chat with a couple from Anchorage. They parked their caravan next to our tent and we meet them at the cafe. They are going to the Arctic Circle so we should see them again tomorrow.

Hot spot Cafe- Arctic Circle

Another bad news comes in the morning, I obviously lost my sunglasses. This is bad news as for several reasons. The first one is the sun has been pretty bright the last few days and it is not good not to have sunglasses in a weather like that. The second one is I am not protected anymore from the dust when we will face trucks. At last, I will cry like a baby when we will go downhill with the wind.

Anyway, we hit the road in a good mood and we are actually pretty fast. The road is hard and there are several climbs. After having stopped for lunch, we reach the top of Finger Mountain. The view is absolutely awesome. We are talking with Nicolas when a guy comes out of the tundra with a massive backpack, just like that! This is a Belgian guy who just hiked 10 days in the area. We chat together and enjoy the situation. He gets a lift from a car when a couple from Oregon we saw in the morning stop their car next to us and gives us some cookies, water and sandwiches. We forget the weight of the bikes for a short while and accept all this delicious food. We see the first pieces of tundra before reaching the Arctic Circle at the end of the day. Nicolas is not much touched by the instant but I clearly am. I have heard about this imaginary line since I am a wee boy and now I am standing right on it. That is a good feeling. The other good thing is we see the couple from Anchorage on the same spot. They offer us plenty of food and drinks. We even enjoy Champagne to celebrate being be on the Arctic Circle. We talk, talk and talk until midnight. When we go to bed, the sky is absolutely awesome. We have been on the Dalton for 2 days, the weather has been incredible and obviously, that will not change in the next few days. We are on the moon!!!

Arctic circle-Coldfoot
After the traditional picture in front of the signpost of the Arctic Circle, we start our day on the road. We meet a funny Brazilian guy going south on a moped. We stop for lunch at the pump station 5. There are several pump stations along the pipeline, their mission being to maintain the pressure and to bring the oil all the way from the Arctic Ocean to Valdez, 800 miles further south. This building would be good in a James Bond movie: a massive factory in the middle of the tundra. Absolutely nothing 50 mile around…

We reach Coldfoot at the end of the afternoon after several climbs not recorded on the Milepost which really annoys me. You expect to have passed all the difficulties of the day and paf, in your face, another hill. Life is life…..

In Coldfoot, we stop at the Arctic Visitor Centre where we get out Arctic Circle crossing certificate. I will not have it in the middle of my living room but it is good to have for an interview for example (‘Mr Le Roux, you pretend you went to the Arctic Circle but could you prove it and then boum! I put the certificate on the table and nobody talks…. Would I get the job is another story but anyway).

We then go to the truckers’ restaurant and campsite. We meet there a trucker who is coming back from Prudhoe Bay and saw us 2 days earlier. We have a good chat and obviously, people are quite impressed by what we are doing. It is good to hear. He also tell us that Atigun Pass, the one, is tough tough tough. We already knew it but several persons remind it to us during the evening. That will be for tomorrow!

We enjoy an all you can eat buffet and we go to bed, once again without the flysheet to enjoy the sky and why not, seeing northern lights around 3 a.m

Coldfoot-Foot of Atigun Pass

Good breakfast at the truckers restaurant and hop[ hop hop, we are on the road. Some pretty good hills, a good speed on the bike and we stop for lunch after 45 miles on the shore of a river. We have 15 miles left before reaching the foot of Atigun pass. These 15 miles are so hard: our nervous state probably explains a lot. In the valley, there is no way to know where the road will go so before actually being on the slopes of the pass, we do not know what to expect. The first slope, 1.5 miles at 10% grade, is easy. We then reach a plateau where the view is just amazing. After having crossed this plateau , we reach the second slope and there, it is hell. 2.5 miles with some 12% grades, it is raining and the wind is around. It is also bad gravel and it is cold. We knew we should deserve this highway, it is a good reminder indeed. When we reach the summit, one of us is in tears, the other one screams as loudly as he can. We are nervously exhausted but we did it!!! The road should be easier from now. We camp near a highway maintenance camp at the foot of the pass in an amazing spot. The light is awesome and the mountains around are pretty impressive. It has been a long time since we did not enjoy pastas like this, we are the king of the world and nothing can stop us from now. Tomorrow morning, there will not be any alarm clock set-up and we will sleep!

Foot of Atigun Pass- Plateau in the middle of nowhere
We stay late in bed and enjoy a good breakfast. When we leave, it is around 1:30 pm. After a long downhill, we reach a valley. Whereas we are eating on the side of the road, a guy stops by on his mountain bike and we chat. He works for the pipeline company and pilots an helicopter over the pipeline to ensure everything is okay. When he has spare time, he rides his bike on the highway or hikes around, which means more or less in the middle of nowhere! Pretty good life… The end of the day is hard for the bodies but magical for the eyes, it is pretty hilly but the mountains are awesome, some of them are reddish when the sun sets. We stops on a small hill not far from a lake. There are plenty of hunters around and many of them are obviously jealous of our spot. But that’s life guys and we will not give our spot up. A fox comes around during the evening and we see a small northern light during the night. Life is good, and we are almost there: 2 more days and we should be touching the Arctic Ocean!

Plateau in the middle of nowhere- Pump station 2
We start with a long downhill and we stop at a highway maintenance camp at the foot of it as we need water. These places are weird, there are not many people in it and they are in the middle of nowhere. But the weather is so tough up there that the roads need to be maintained almost all year long because of the frost. In the afternoon, we stop along a big river to grab once again some water when we meet a woman just coming back with some fresh fishes she just caught. She offers us one of them but sadly, we can’t accept it. We will have to prepare and cook it with a camping stove pretty small and we strongly doubt it is a good idea to cook fresh fish in bear country. Later on, we see our first muskoxen, hairy, very slow to move, obviously pretty deaf but so cute.

We stop in the tundra not far from pump station 2. We camp right in the tundra, it is like camping in the middle of the desert but with far more vegetation. There are 44 miles left!!! GGGrrrr, it is getting closer and closer.

Pump station 2- THE ARCTIC OCEAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We wake up at 5:30 and do you know what, it is -6 Celsius degrees! Well, believe me, it is cold. We waste some time looking for (and finding) Nicolas MP3 player (I actually involuntarily put it in his sleeping bag). The MP3 player is very important for us as we recorded our feelings on it for most of the trip.

We start cycling at around 7:30 and we literally fly, we ride at 16 miles/hour. We stop for a quick bite and we see a bull caribou with massive anglers coming out of the tundra. We look at each other and he finally leaves the area. He does not know how lucky he is, there are hundreds of hunters around looking for such a trophy. We jump on the bike again. The last 10 miles are so long, legs are shaking. We arrive in Deadhorse around noon. We put the bikes on the ground and jump in the other arms. WE DID IT!!!!

It s not long before we actually understand what a rubbish place Deadhorse is. People are not particularly nice. We are looking for a tour bringing us on the Arctic Ocean and at first, it is tricky to find one. Then everything becomes better. The boss of one of the only 2 hotels in town offers us dinner once he hears about what we did. He also find seats for us in a tour. At 2 pm, we are sitting in the bus with….. plenty of tourists. The driver is a funny former security guy, “I am the boss here and anyone contesting my authority will have trouble”. It is pretty tough to have to listen all this shit after 2 months with not many people around. When he asks if anyone in the bus intends to swim in the Arctic Ocean, Nicolas raises his arm. Then Superman with funky suit shouts: “Well, forget it as there are 5 polar bears around. If you ever try to jump in the Ocean, there will be big trouble for you, Did I make myself clear?” What can we say to such diplomacy? We stay in the bus. After 1 hour driving across the oil field listening a pretty subjective presentation of the oil industry, we reach the Arctic Ocean, we have 2 minutes to touch it. We do it. We then realise we just did exactly what we told you: cycling from Vancouver to the Arctic Ocean.

A great motorcyclist is with us in the bus and he kindly takes some pictures for us (my camera died from the weather conditions we met on the way…..).

In the afternoon, the boss of the inn tries to find us a ride back to Fairbanks in one of the tourist buses going southbound. Late in the evening, we understand that will not work, all these companies having insurance constraints clearly forbidding any hitchhiker on board. We enjoy the free dinner even if the place is weird. You have either tourists who fly up there or workers from the oil industry (who also fly up there). We camp in what looks like a scrap yard (but we succeed in not paying the $100 required by the 2 hotels in town to get a room!!!) and we know that tomorrow morning, we will have to wake up early to try to get a ride back to Fairbanks.

Stanislas - Félix et Alexandre
Stanislas - Félix et Alexandre (encore !)
Enfant Soleil - Di Zhang
Enfant Soleil - Jeth Guerrero
Kincardine in Menteith - Anonyme
Kincardine in Menteith - Anonyme

Cercle

Hello,

Jean and Nicolas are now at the north of the polar circle. They spend the night from wednesday to thursday just sleeping on it. Today or tomorrow they should go by the Atigun pass (1415 m/4643 ft) and consequently have some nice rises to climb… But they seem to have a beautiful weather and the landscape are much wonderful than they expected. If they keep their rythm they should be in Prudhoe Bay by Sunday or Monday, before coming back to Fairbanks by hitchhiking. And they might not have any access to internet before beeing again at Fairbanks.

Here you can have an idea of their way from Fairbanks to Prudhoe Bay. The Atigun pass is (I suppose) where there is this “little” moutains chain quite white. (you can double click on the map to be “closer”)

To see a bigger map

Besides, once in Fairbanks they had the opportunity to weigh their cycles. So, considering they had all their equipment plus food for twelve days, what was the weight of Nicolas’s one. I have no idea myself and Nicolas has not determined yet what will win the one who’ll have the good answer (or at least will be the closest of the right weight), but do not hesitate to suggest your answer in the comments.

And at Last, because they won’t have internet before many days, I added myself three new drawings.

Chanda - Ecole enfant soleil

Elena - Ecole Stanislas

David - Ecole enfant soleil

1000

Hello there, We are now in Jasper (Rockies) where we take our first real rest day. Pretty long day yesterday (90 miles) with a long pass but we have now done 700 miles since Vancouver and we are pretty happy. The legs start to be fit and we really enjoy riding in such amazing sceneries. Tomorrow, we will head north west, direction Whitehorse in Yukon …… 1300 miles away!

Please find below what happened in the last week:

9th July: Three Valley-Revelstoke, 20 miles
We just cycled in the morning before stopping in Revelstoke to have some rest: we ate burgers and steaks like ogres. Nothing special happened (rest day by definition!) except the fact that Nicolas had his first puncture when we were eating (???) in a restaurant.

10th July: Revelstoke-Roger’s pass, 40 miles
a 40 miles climb, in the heat wave, with lorries overtaking us pretty closely, not easy to cycle in these conditions… But we see our first glaciers next to the roads, the sceneries are awesome and we know we are getting closer from the Rockies, so good mood in the evening once camping just below Roger’s Pass.

11th July, Roger’s Pass-Yoho National Park
We reached the summit of the pass first thing in the morning and enjoy the downhill. 4 avalanche sheds and one tunnel on the way, one shed in particular is long, dark and has a bend inside…. a wee bit scary! We enter a new time zone (in the wrong way, it is suddenly one hour later and the consequence is we will stop late tonight again, we are not happy). We stop shopping in Golden (as the name tells, it is a former town developed during the gold rush), it is more than 30 degrees in the shade and we still have a massive climb before stopping, it is hard to find the motivation, but once on the bikes it is getting better especially when we cycle under a massive viaduc currently being built. We stop in Yoho National Park where we meet a family from Ontario. The father used to work in fire control so he is used to deal with bears…. Good chat. Moreover, he offers us some fruit juice and a couple of beers, what more could we ask? we fall asleep as babies, the bodies start to be tired.

12th July, Yoho National Park- Mosquito Creek, 60 miles, average speed 11 miles
Just after the start, new pass (il looks like the tour de France) 6 kilometres with some part with a 9% slope, but we are so motivated that in 40 minutes, we are on the top and we go downhill to Lake Louise. Psychologically speaking, it is an importamt step: Lake Louise is the end of the first stage of the trip, we are in the Rockies and we will now head northwest to Alaska. After a massive lunch (that is the case everytime we meet civilisation), we decide to go to see the Lake Louise without knowing there is a 4 kilometres climb to get there. I am struggling so much, Nicolas is flying… My motivation is low but when I see a black bear next to the road, I suddenly go faster, do not know why…..The lake is awesome and we then start cycling on the Icefield Parkway before stopping in Mosquito Creek (no surprise in the name, mosquitoes are everywhere!).

13th July, Mosquito Creek-Rampart Creek
We stay in bed (well, in sleeping bags, which is a wee bit different) until 10 before hitting the road. There are glaciers, brith blue-green streams everywhere, we are happy and are cycling in a good mood. We meet Ben on the way, he is also cycling to Alaska so we stop together in the evening. We go to bed early, the plan tomorrow is to wake up at 4….

14th July: Rampart Creek-Jasper
I do not know if it is because it is a particular day for French people but we are absolutely flying, 90 miles in the day with a 6000 feet high pass (Sunwapta pass) on the menu. We finally left the camp at 6, saw an eagle and reached the Columbia Icefield. On the way down after the pass, I reached the record speed so far: 45 miles/hour. With all the equipment on the bike, I look like Don Quichotte on a mad donkey at that speed! We reach the 1000 kilometres (620 miles from the start) and are happy.
We admire the sceneries a last time and stop in Jasper where for the first time in a week, we meet a shower. As it is 14th July, we put clean clothes, use a deodorant and use the soap (hard to do when washing ourselves in lakes as it is bad for water resources!).
To be absolutely accurate, our soap is not a lavander perfumed one but a multi-use thing which also cleans dishes and clothes. As Nicolas says, it is closer from an oil for early twenties aeroplanes than from modern soap, but we can’t ask too much.

15th July- REST DAY

Take care,

Nicolas and Jean

Enfin

Hi there, first contact with internet for 7 days (we have been cycling on gravel roads in the middle of nowhere and camping in the wild most of the time). Everything is absolutely amazing. We are at the foot of the Rockies after having done more than 600 kilometres (400 miles). You will have a very detailed update in the next couple of days, we promise and we can tell you there are some good stories coming…. Hope everyone is in good mood. Take care.

EDIT (mumu) I put the translation of the french post that “LTonton” (the uncle of the two heroes) kindly did

We apologize for giving no news but till today, we had very few contacts with civilisation. This first week was an opportunity to give us an idea what next two months will be like. We cycled on highways, pedalled up sandy tracks, crossed rivers and saw the wonderful landscapes of British Columbia. We’ll send photos and videos asap.

2nd July : Vancouver – Abbotsford, 90 km/h, average speed (avs) 19 km/h
Departure 10.30. Everybody recommends Lougheed Highway (very large speedway) to get out of Vancouver but we’re a bit scared planning it as we’re heavily loaded. Panic comes with the first ride : our front saddlebags are so loaded that any change in direction makes them swing and pushes the handlebars from left to right.. We find out that there’s a cycle lane on the highway, which is not that crowded after all, and that drivers do pay attention to cyclers. It’s not that bad ! First true fright : we have to cross over 2 highway lanes to reach our exit. Second fright : the shoulder suddenly disappears and we find ourselves on the right lane. Then, we’re kind of sandwiched between the 6 lanes of the Transcanadian and the 4 lanes of the Loughheed Highway (see here, right in the middle of the two highways). Third fright : on a bridge, the shoulder is 80 cm wide, cars drive at full speed and, at our low speed, handlebars shake like mad. The camping where we had planned to stay overnight being closed, we start again at 17.15 having ridden 75 km. We finally arrive at 19.00, after 90 km altogether. A camping resident, Nancy, kindly gives us buffalo burgers, pecan and strawberry tarts. We eagerly swallow the whole lot in fifteen minutes. We aren’t fully aware yet that this is the first day or our two and a half months tour.

3rd July : Abbotsford – Kettle Valley Railway Trail, 109 km, avs 19.7 km/h
We keep on heading East. At the end of the morning, we meet a couple : Emma, swedish, and Scott, American. Both practice competition raid (Scott was a member of the US team). We do not feel under pressure at all !… Luck, Scott is Environmental Economist and Jean can chat. The day ends on a disused railwail trail which crosses wonderful gorges and tunnels we cover in complete darkness. We finally find a nice place where to sleep, next to a river. We’ve entered the land of the bear and our sleep is lightened.

4th July : Kettle Valley Railway Trail, 48 km, avs 11km/h
Departure 12.30, very sunny… Hard job, right from the start : 6-8% slope on a soft sand track. Jean’s anti-bear water bottle keeps falling nonstop and, once we’re stuck, it’s rough getting started again because our tyres keep skidding in sand. At the end, we’ve climbed 200 meters but are exhausted. We start wondering what we’re here for. The rest of the day will be nothing but steep slopes, soft sand, gravels. In the afternoon, Scott and Emma start ahead while we fix again Jean’s water bottle on his bike. While trying to catch up with them, we pass two bear droppings on the track. Nicolas kindly laughs at Jean singing to keep bears away, but does starts singing together with him soon after seing the first dropping. We’ll have climbed 1400 meters this day . Tough ! …

5th July : Kettle Valley – Nicola Lake campsite, 98km, avs 18km/h
Departure 9.30. After riding a while on a track, where we crossed a river carrying our bikes, we leave Scott and Emma who will follow the Kettle Valley Railway Trail right to the end. Tired of this track, we get back on the highway at the speed of 40km/h with a nice rear wind. We leave the highway after a 4 km downward slope, which allowed Jean to reach 65km/h (Nicolas, wiser, didn’t exceed 57 km/h), to take a small road towards Merritt. It’s hot, we lack water, the road keeps sloping upwords almost nonstop, it’s hard… One of our smartest acceleration was due to a rottweiler running after us. Jean takes advantage of one of the rare downward slopes to improve his record at 67km/h. We reach Merritt to find a seedy town of 3000 inhabitants. Therefore we decide to ride another 20 km to camp on the shore of Nicola Lake. This portion of the road will take place at dusk, with no shoulder, and trucks driving inches away from us. Nicolas discovers an instrument measuring Jean’s stress : his speedometer. Jean cycles at the speed of 37 km/h, on flat ground, no rear wind, even though we have done 80 km. We go to sleep worn-out.

6th July : Nicola Lake campsite – Douglas Lake campsite, 52 km, avs 16km/h
A comparatively short, but exhausting day (dirt track again under a blazing sun). We spend the night on a lake shore after crossing an Indian reservation. Life’s beautiful.

7th July : Douglas Lake campsite – Salmon Arm, 94 km, avs 19.6 km/h
Departure 8.30. The track is OK and we feel like riding along. While going downhill at more than 50 km/h, quite busy avoiding potholes, Jean sees a big dog crossing the road and we slightly slow down to let it reach the other side. We do need a bit of time to realize that we’re seing our first bear. It’s not a slight breaking anymore but a panic skidding which follows. From then on, we use our bear horns at each bend. At the end of the track, we stop in a general shop to eat. Jean notices samples of cakes to taste on the desk. He tastes one of them.
“-How do you like it ?”
Jean, who finds it a bit tasteless answers evens so “-Mmmh , it’s good.”
“-It’s for dogs.”
We then decide to leave quickly
Nothing special about the afternoon ride, but we’re put up by an ex bear hunter. We enjoy his conversation and laugh when he says that his main game is to approach behind a bear that’s just finished hibernating and shout “Bouh !” to see it run away.

8th July: Salmon Arm – Three Valley, 95.6 km, avs 15.3 km/h
Departure : 7.15 after waking up at 6 am. After 50 km of tarmac till Mable Lake, we get on a track. It’s 11.30 and, not being at all aware of it, we start a 32 km climbing on a stony track, in the scorching heat. The 3 km ride downhill after the pass is pure happiness. We’re camping on a lake shore, mountains all around, alone. We’ve started a week ago, rode 587 km (most of it on tracks) and we do appreciate this very moment, proud of ourselves.

We’re approaching the Rocky Montains