Another HUGE day, and another HUGE post. I’ll split it up into two again, so we don’t overload the dialup guys.

Ok, so we have had a real campout now. You guys are alright.

Like a Jewish Cowboy….

Oh, did I mention we were flying today?

Yep, the Bush Pilot is FINALLY getting a ride in Dale’s plane.

It’s only been about 10 years since I’ve been trying to line this one up.

We sent the boys out to Warner Lake first. I was going to head up to Spruce with the girls later and we were going to meet on the trail. Warner is a lot longer, and the girls didn’t want to ride that hard today.

Well, not a bad call, but they DID miss out some vistas.

Someone is having a good day…

OK, the plane is gone. Now it’s only 43 km to get back.

Yer not chicken are ya?

Actually, I think that was a Peasant….or a Phartridge. I can never tell. Meh, whatever. Back to stupidly epic riding.

All week I’ve been hearing about how Canada doesn’t look like what they expected (Wales?). Well, I think we’ve fulfilled some expectations. Postcard, anyone?

Ahhh, it must be time for us to head up with the ladies.

How’s that Holly?

The boys were making good time, but we were still relaxing in the plane.

Watch out for that tree, Andre.

We approach our destination of Spruce Lake. This is sure a lot easier than the 4-5 hour ride in over Windy Pass.

Oh, another Hallmark moment.

Time for a break…..