We now return to our regularly scheduled programme, already in progress.
Meanwhile, back at Spruce we were dodging some mounted Germans.
And some stoner Canadians. At least they were nice enough to offer to share (we politely declined, but the sentiment was appreciated).
Around this point we started to hear some info on the radio from Martin. We didn’t get a really clear signal, so it wasn’t especially easy to understand, but the words “hand” and “sore” were coming through.
Well, that wasn’t going to affect OUR ride.
Ah. That kind of sore hand. If I had to guess, I’d say broken. Might only be a gnarly dislocation/sprain, but I’m not a doctor.
Hey, we offered to fly him back out from Spruce. Rob, tough guy that he is, actually rode out 25km on what would turn out to be a fractured driving finger (the part of it that runs through the middle of your hand was spiral fractured. I’ll show you next post). A bit of a rough break for Rob, but an impressive display of fortitude. Hats off, good sir.
I think you can see why he chose to keep riding. You don’t get too many days like this.
Hey, I know that dude….
Graham hangin’ it out on some Chilcotin goodness.
Is that a smile or a grimace? I’m going with smile.
Two weeks straight of bluebird weather in September. Incredible.
Oh wait…I may have spoken too soon. That sky is hazing over.
Well, it’s still pretty damn colourful out.
There’s that dude again. I KNOW that guy…
Yep, those are horsetails up there. And we’ve got real horses just behind us too. Better get crackin’…
Well, that was seriously impressive. Once Rob decided to ride out, we made record time. It wasn’t until this last few km that he really found it painful and slowed down, but we did the final 25km in about 3 hours. For those of you who haven’t ridden in the zone, that’s about an hour and a half faster than normal.
Yeah, we’re going slow now. Time for some candid on the bike shots.
YEAH! We made it.
Oh no, look what the cat dragged in.
And I quote, “Do you think you can stash this beer for us so we can have it waiting for us in three days?”
Sure boys, no problem.
A nice evening spent in comfortable confines of the Tyax Lodge, and we had a gorgeous chalet at our disposal for the next few days.
Life is good.
Now this is a map:
