I woke up at 6:15 and it was cold outside. I retrieved our food, made breakfast, purified water, cleaned the dishes, and took down the tent. Paul said he was really cold and he didn’t help.
We met Frantz 2 km down the road at the Toad River roadhouse and ate cinnamon rolls and used the internet. The roadhouse had a collection of miscellaneous hats on the ceiling. There must have been over 1,000 hats.
We rode up to Summit Lake, the highest point on the Alaska Highway and Paul went for a swim in the lake. A guy from New Hampshire was there and he gave us some water and granola bars.
We had nice weather descending from Summit Lake. We rode about 30 km in tee-shirts with very little pedaling.
We stopped for cinnamon rolls in the afternoon and met some people from Vancouver Island.
Frantz suggested that we all camp at the Testa River campsite. Kosuke was ahead of us and climbing a long hill so Paul unhooked his trailer and chased after him. Paul caught Kosuke and told him to come back down the hill to camp. Kosuke was sad because he had just climbed so far and had to turn around.
The campsite wasn’t worth the $17 we paid for all of us to stay there. The only real advantage was having access to an outhouse.
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| Cleaning and lubricating my bike. |
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| Servicing my bike. |
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| Kosuke, Paul, and I in a cutout at Toad River. |
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| Cinnamon roll at Toad River. |
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| Blue sky. |
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| Paul and a mountain. |
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| Me and a mountain. |
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| More hills were climbed. |
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| Summit Lake. |
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| Paul went for a swim. |
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| Summit Lake. |
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| Three Bob trailers. |
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| Open road. |
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| Drying out the sleeping bag. |