Today was a great ride with Dave and John, who decided to join us for the first day. We left with much fanfare
The ride was pretty, right up until we saw that John had torn out the centre of his tire about 1km short of Mile Zero of the Alaska Highway.
There was no joy in camp that night, as the mother of all thunderstorms roared through at about 8pm. We huddled under the tarp, staying reasonably dry, until the storm passed.
Oh, and when I saw "storm" I'm really not kidding...this tree was standing before the storm...
More tomorrow about the running around trying to get tires shipped to where John's bike was going to be. The best that can be said is that no one died.
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