We waited half an hour for Steve ... but still no sign of him.
In the end, Erik said he would wait 15 minutes more before going back for him. I would ride up to the Vitim, 10-15 km ahead and tell the guys we lost Steve.
It occurred to me that Steve must have kept going straight at that turn off where he blew past me at high speed.
There were a few more funky bridges between here and the Vitim (this one shot on Steves camera)
But I got there and found both guys had taken their bikes over. Geir was waiting at the near end and was asking where we all were. I told him we lost Steve.
I looked at the bridge ... I looked at the river. It looked loads better than 3 years ago when were here on that cold, dark, stormy, windy, frightening day. The river now was lower, and calmer. The sky looked happy and kinda blue. I decided to ride it.