Sorry for not updating the last two days – but internet connections were non existent and our riding days were LONG. I am not sure where I left off last – but I think it was in Stewart, BC and Hyder,AK. A very quirky little set of towns that are not to be missed – so if you are anywhere near them – make the 40 mile drive in to them – the scenery is breathtaking and towns are very unusual. Go to the Hyder bar (there is only one) and get hyderized! We did not do it – but talked to others that did.
From Stewart we rode 525 miles to Quinsell, BC where we our last 10 miles were on a dirt road to Bob’s class mate from Orthodontics school. His name was Keith Corbett and when we pulled into their BEATIFUL home in the woods at about 6:30 – they had a crackling fire going out front and immediately tossed on a big pile of Moose Steaks, Elk Burgers and Elk Sausage for dinner and it was EXCELLENT! Moose is like beef, but this almost a slight sweet flavoring to it. I really enjoyed it and the Elk burgers. Then Keith’s wife – Peggy, brought out an excellent strawberry Rhubarb pie for desert. What a treat. Corbett’s thanks so much for your hospitality – it was great.
After a great dinner – I had a flat tire (second time of the day) and Bob, Rick and I set about taking it off the rim to patch it as it was more of a cut and plugs were not working. While we did that – Keith took Greg to his dental office and fixed his front tooth that had been slowly falling out for about a week. Keith did a great job and we could no longer kid Greg about his Mortimer Snerd look he had going.
After we got my tire patched (in two places), we hit the sack about midnight and were up at 6:30 the next AM to make our charge down the Frasier river canyon and back to the good old US. However, the stars were not in alignment and our great patch job on my tire let go (rapidly) before we ever got out of town. We tried 2-3 tire stores and none would touch it – however, one shop owner was GREAT and handed us the keys to his truck and told us we could use it to drive the flat tire around town in search of a solution. Ultimately we found a cycle shop that had one 17” tire – it was not the right size – other than being 17” – but it seemed our only option – but alas – his people that knew how to mount it were on vacation. AAAAHHHHHH! We bought it anyway and then drove to a few more places to find someone to mount it.
We were finally back on the road at about 11:00 – but 10 miles down the road – my brand new tire was losing air. There was only one place it could be coming from and that was the valve stem (unless I had the misfortune of hitting another screw or nail) – well, fortunately it was the valve stem and few quick twists of the wrench locked it down and all was good.
We rode roughly 550 miles down the very warm (nearly 100 degree) Frasier River canyon and then on to US.
See next email for wrap up!
Steve
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