I talked to Dad for a long time tonight, and he sounded like anything but a guy just shy of the thousand-mile mark on a long, long bike ride. He's staying at the Coal River Lodge, which he didn't think I'd find online, but I did. Testament to how popular this whole Internet thing seems to be getting these days. There's a map on the other side of that link that says he's on Mile 533.
Lots of fun to report today. Dad has been averaging around 95 miles for the past four days, which is close enough to a hundred that he had to round down at least twice. Today, he was riding in beautiful country, where the rain preceded him, and where the wild horses accompanied him. Apparently, these guys:
live nearby as well, but he didn't see any today. That's a Wood Bison, or Wood Buffalo. They were hunted down to near extinction in the eighteen-hundreds, but there are a few thousand of them now, thanks to our friendly neighbors to the north.
Tomorrow is a "short" ride to Liard River Hot Springs, which is the second-largest hot spring in Canada. Dad's planning to rest his weary legs a day or two, then a few more days to Dawson Creek, which is only a thousand miles from home. Stay tuned for more from beautiful British Columbia now that Dad has left the Yukon Territory behind him. Featured in upcoming episodes will be more of the poetry of Robert Service, the original chronicler of Dawson-trail-mushing manly-men.
Dad, enjoy your rest and have an extra soak for me. May winter continue to stay far enough behind you that you don't even feel it nipping at your heels.
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