• 11:30am – Hit the road
• 1:20pm – 24.48 miles, 13.5mph avg. I left riding very strong for the first 15 miles, then my left knee started hurting. I sat in the Manley Café’ in Teslin and waited for Patrick to catch up. He had a bit of a hangover and was riding slower today. When he arrived, I sat outside, icing my knee, for about 20 minutes.

I took it very easy riding the next 34 miles to Johnson’s Crossing. Patrick was there waiting for me and talking to that older cyclist from Montana. The three of us decided to find someplace down the road and camp together. I left riding strong and feeling better than ever. I felt so alive as I pedaled as hard as I could, speeding off the shoulder into the grass, and then back onto the pavement again. Ah, how I miss mountain biking. I was tempted to ride down in the ditch but these tires were no match for that.

When I reached a sign that said Squanqa’ Lake Campground, I waited for Patrick and the other guy to see if they wanted to stay there. The consensus was yes. Riding in, we saw the 3 Germans setting up camp. We met them in Watson Lake the day we took off from riding. They were arrogant then and only one of them briefly talked to Patrick outside the store. My "hello" was un-returned and all I got was a glare. The older cyclist with us, from Montana, met them 2 days ago and they refused to speak to him. After we set up our tents, Patrick went to get some water and found that the Germans had re-packed their stuff and bolted. Geez, what’s up with that?

Anyway, we had dinner and talked with the other guy. Of course, I totally forgot his name. One of these days I’ll be able to start remembering names :-) Well, he said that this has been the most desolate road he’s ever biked on. His route began in Glacier Park and will end in Whitehorse. After this ride, he said he could probably cycle anywhere in the world, even Siberia.