Border

8:30 P.M. Paul just called from a payphone at the Border City Motel (no cell service). Their motto is, "There is no city - just us." He went about 92 miles in light rain for much of the day with a long stretch of road construction. He was glad to be able to clean and lube the bike (at the motel) because it was starting to protest. Continual low clouds/high fog has afforded only one glimpse of the Wrangell Mountains.

Paul has met so many kind people already. He was stopped at a road construction site today and visited with a native lady that was working the road crew. She asked if he was hungry or thirsty - she had an extra lunch so they had lunch together. On the "pay it forward" principle, I think Paul may have his life's work cut out for him!

Animal siting - he saw a fox at the B&B last night. Commented on what nice folks those were too - homesteaders with quite a story.

Happily, Paul should be able to make a road house at Destruction Bay tomorrow. Paulio reports that he is sleeping well and his favorite pack food lately is a raisin English muffin with peanut butter . . . well, not as favorite as a sandwich and chips provided by the good Samaritan today. Blessings to her and all others that befriend you Paul:)