I know this is getting a bit dull, but will this fecking wind just stop! There said it, let’s move on.
And what about those fecking hills! I ground up about 2 kilometres on one hill on gravel. Canada. It’ll be lovely when they finish it.
Met a chap called Steve who was cycling around the area. He was from Washington, BC and seemed to be carrying everything he owned on his trailer. We cycled together for a few miles and it was quite nice to pass the miles together, but he was too slow up the hills so I had to kill him and leave him at the bottom of one of them. Ok, not kill him. But he was certainly history.
After that it was another day in the saddle. Hills, wind, scenery. I finally stopped in a place called the Tatogga Resort Campsite just south of Iskut. The word ‘resort’ is somewhat self-aggrandizing, but it’s quite a sweet place that caters for a lot of huntin’ and fishin’ types. They have a plane and a helicopter here which can fly you into even more remote spots so that you can have at bears, moose or fish that think they’re safe in those remote spots. They don’t stand a chance!
My cunning idea to get them to helicopter me and my bike to the bottom of the Cassiar fell apart when it turned out that they charge about £1500 per hour and that it would probably take about two hours to get to the bottom. And they charge for the return journey! So £6000 just to escape the ever present headwind seemed like less of a good deal. Damn, I’m going to have to cycle this thing after all!
There have been no physical changes as far as I can tell. No super-muscled thighs, no shrinking of the waist, no rugby ball sized calf muscles. The only thing I’m sporting at the moment is a fetching cyclist’s tan – white everywhere apart from the forearms and legs below the thigh. Sexy! Ok so it’s only been 19 days, but I’d have thought 19 days of constant cycling should have brought about some sort of Hulk change! Maybe after 119. There will be no photos until my legs look like Arnie got to work on them!
Here are some photos.
They have a stuffed moose in the restaurant.
And this is the little cabin they put me in with it’s own little wood burner. Cosy.
No beaver jokes please!
Thanks so much for all the comments and please keep them coming. Next time I do this I’m going to do it in company, but in the meantime you chaps are my virtual companions.
Love
Pete
Patagonia Pete 
Seems like your not cut off from the outside world afterall, interweb in the back of beyond who’d of thought.
Was the moose stuffed or enjoying a pie and a pint and regaling the clients with stories of crazy Brit cyclists with honky horns. Don’t scare me none nosiree.
Just a thought but have you shaved your legs yet? Cuts down the windage and as an added bonus you may get a camp cooeee wave from one of the Harley bikers. Also the calf muscles may look more ripped. Oil at your discretion.
Shame steve was a slowcoach or he would have made a good wind break. You need to get mixed up in le tour de casias, throw a colourful jersey on and tuck in behind the peleton. You may require some ‘flu medicine’ but I understand it’s great for the grade 1 climbs.
The wheels on the bike go round and round and round and round……
Good work fella
Bro
Awww, just had a lovely catch up read having banished the interweb for a couple of much needed days of sleep and sun in Tenerife. You know we all love you and are honoured to be living vicariously through you. Oh and Willow sends a purr and some drool. I think it was all actually aimed at me (literally in the case of the drool) because she’d missed me after 3 days away – but I’m sharing the love and the bodily fluids. Such is my wont.
C x
According to my very un-precise measuring of the map it looks like you’re over a third of the way to Prince Rupert – keep on rolling! Too bad you can’t take the stuffed moose as a deterrent to other moose to not get too close, should the honking ever fail. xx
Moose in the restaurant! Helluva buffet – I guess you just cut off the bit you want slap it between 2 pieces of sliced beaver and heat it up in a pannini type squashy, burny thing? That would have you honking.
Keep it up mate.
Love the little hut/shed thing. Based on my men and shed observations I Imagine if you stayed more than a night it would be full of Black & Decker workmates,power tools and home brew.
Oh, and a Q from a vegetarian, do they eat moose in them parts?
Finally, some inspirational words from Churchill to get you to the next stop: keep buggering on.
Nxx
Forget the power tools, just home brew. And maybe porn!
I’ve not seen moose on the menu, but I have had caribou burgers. A bit dry.
I will bugger on some more tomorrow!
Pete x
How tasteful that Moose looks, we need one for the livingroom, would go great with the wall paper
I recently purchased some bar ends (and cut off two inches) from my flat handle bars on the hybrid, they make head wind cycling and hills so much easier, have you got bar ends on yours? If not, and if you can, get some. Down side is that you can’t operate the brakes while on them but I did read somewhere once that brakes are for girls anyway so you’ll be fine.
Hope the wind changes direction for you, I know how tiring it is
Keep on moving mate!
You buy them flat pack for easier posting, but of course there’s nothing stopping you from not assembling them when you get them. That way you can save space and just nail them to your wall for a fetching addition to any home.
Got bar ends, and very comfortable they are too, but I still get a numb left hand after a couple of hours. Must be my age, or maybe the imminent coronary. The good thing about the roads over here is that they go on for ever without turning (that’s a good thing?) so you can happily pedal for miles without having to touch the brakes. An addition I may make when I get back to civilization is to add some of those road racing, streamlined, rest-your-elbows-on type things. Can’t remember what they’re called now, but they seem like a good idea.
Thanks for all the comments and support. I really look forward to hearing from you. Keep it up!
Wow, i can’t believe how much progress you have actually made so far, it’s pretty amazing. Carry on doing this well and you’ll be done in no time.
Best regards,
Sammy (Your talented nephew)
P.S. Remember to buy some maple syrup before you get out of Canada, you’ll never forgive yourself if you don’t. And try not to kill everyone that may not tickle your fancy, and if you do, be more discrete and avoid leaving the body at the bottom of a hill.
Sammy
Maple syrup smuggling is a serious crime in these parts. It can get pretty sticky!
Love
Pete
Hello mate, hows the nosh. Is it all salmon and molasses outta there ?Keep pumping fella and stick some wheels on that moose and get towing.
Hi Uncle Pete
We’re in NYC and the views are just too amazing for words. NYC makes me feel like a tiny little ant! Madrid and London are nothing compared to here.
We’ve already been today to The Empire State Building (which gave me the heeby jeebies) and the Statue of Liberty. The taxi drivers creep me out and drive like maniacs. The inmigration dudes are soooo sour. They’re jerks. They made me feel sooo uncomfortable and were so mean to my dad. Yeah, my dad is a terrorist coming to NYC with kids and everything. Well enough talk about us what you’re doing is amazing! The cabin seems very homey. You’re beard is gonna get way past grandpa’s and in to the Uncle Bob zone.
Love you,
Helen
Helen,
Totally agree with you – New York is one of the best cities in the world! Remember, Bloomingdales not Maceys!
Love
Pete