It turns out we had another great evening.
The next morning I discovered that Brandt drank the entire bottle of red wine by himself, and I drank all 6 cans of that 5% pilsner.
But all the bikes had been corralled and hobbled so they would not wander off in the night as we slept soundly.
You may notice that Brandt's bike does not have a license plate.
It turns out, that with all the extra weight of his luggage, the license plate made contact with his rear tire and was ripped off the back of his bike.
But Brandt heard the noise, and circled back and picked it up.
Here's how he reattached it.
It was late by the time we got Camp Snuggly all packed up.
We needed food and more Internet so we went back 10 miles or so to Fort Saint John.
Here's Brandt's bike parked in front of the super market.
I'm still amazed by how much he carried, and the fact that it all stayed on his bike.
Even on the dirt roads!
So we stocked up on supplies for a special dinner
and headed back north towards our 'special lakeside camping spot" for the evening. On the map it looks like it was going to be an awesome place.
Heading north to Andy Bailey Provincial Park.
More big trucks hauling logs.
Have you started to figure out that so far this trip consists of a lot of straight pavement?
A few hours later we stopped at an intersection and made some sandwiches.
"Your Lunch is served Sir..."
While eating lunch, I looked at the front of my bike.
It was covered with tons of bugs.
I guess that's to be expected.
The skies looked like they were threatening rain, so we zipped up our vents and kept riding to our destination.
It did rain briefly.
Later we stopped for gas. You could tell that there is not much population up here. The gas stations were far apart, and pretty minimal.
They would get even more primitive.
By the way. Gas is also pretty expensive up here. About $5 a gallon.
I can't imagine how much it would cost to drive one of the big RV's we kept seeing up here. I think later we stopped at a gas station and the vehicle before us had bought $400 worth of fuel. I think I took a picture. I bet I'll find if in future photographs.
A typical day would cost about $35 to $40 worth of gas. Tiger averaged 42 MPG on this trip.
On the road again.
Just can't wait to get on the road again.
Goin' places that I've never been.
Seein' things that I may never see again
Just can't wait to get OFF
the road again.
Ahh... That's better!
See, we had to ride about 10 miles down a dirt road to get to our campsite.
Brandt, on his overloaded Kantana and bald tires followed us.
Eventually we made it to our camp area.
We unpacked and set up Camp Snuggly.
Had our victory beer...
Cooked our yummy dinner...
Ate the yummy dinner...
Off of newspaper since we forgot to buy plates.
Since we were in Grizzly Bear country we had to hang the Bear Bag.
It's actually a funny story. The first time we hung the bag, it was too heavy and the tree simply bent to the ground. We had to try another tree.
Then we hid in the tent since the bugs were so bad.
My notes simply read, "Mosquito Hell."
Later that evening the "ranger" came by. He told us that there had been a Grizzly that had been frequenting the camp, and recently tore the outhouse seat off.
Then he asked if we had "bangers" or Bear Spray.
"So what are you going to do if a bear comes?"
"Um... Lay here in our tent?"
He was so unimpressed he just drove away without taking our money.
We lay in our tent all night hiding from the blood sucking mosquitoes and Grizzly Bears.
Stats for the day: 237 Miles Moving Average 54.5 Moving Time 4:21 Stopped 2:31 Total 6:52