All kayaks were rented out but luckily we had reserved our kayaks in advance. Two doubles and two singles.

The single kayaks were much more exposed to the waves and felt less stable but they were also faster.

On the double kayaks the person in the back was controlling the rudder. That way it wasn’t necessary to steer with the paddles.

The bigger boats in the cove created a few waves which were great fun to chase and paddle into. We almost got run over by a big ferry which we noticed a little too late.

We knew it would be strenuous but I was still surprised. We powered on from the beginning and soon realized that a slower pace is the only way for us to get there.

We overtook quite a few people and made it to the top in one hour three minutes. Next goal: under one hour.

The Grouse view was a good reward.

After a good rest we took a little walk at the plateau at the top.

And saw a few Canadians like this bald eagle probably getting ready to be released again.

Or this vulture.

Or these brown bears.

The gondola brought us back down again.

It was.

It was steep all the way up but the first gimps of the views was worth it.

There steepness made for one of the best mountain views I’ve ever had. A little sign no this rock however reminded of a teenager who had died here last year.

After our lunch we continued to the next view point.

It was one was on the ridge of the mountain.

Anna and I comparing our strides. (Mine was x1.5)

Steep falloff to the left. But Kevin knows no fear.

Anna’s knee was making her aware of it’s existence after a deceiving step. So we turned round since we had already seen amazing views and the decent would be strenuous enough.

Kevin showing me how to tie shoelaces.

Thom instructing.

We were eager to get back down and we knew we were close.

Kevin practicing his walking stick swing. As you do ….

Before he drove us home…

… Just after stopping at McD.

Home again before sunset.

Early morning.

Jurassic Park painted 4×4 on the road towards Whistler.

Meeting up with Burger. And her humans.

Safe crossing to the trail head.

First view point.

Burger always leading the way.

Break time.

Still frozen Petgill lake.

We made it.

Shelter.

Breathtaking view.

Burger zeroing in.

Back at home before ice cream and board games.

And I could take care of the panic induced mess I had made the previous day.

Despite no mosquito pressure I was still in a hurry and hastily packed up my tent because I wanted to reach Canada today. Unfortunately because of this rush I broke one of the tent poles. I was still not sure whether I should tempt to ride back the remaining 1300 km in one day but this settled it. I was not going to be able to camp another day.

It was an unspectacular few hundred kilometers until I stopped in a town called Pendleton to have lunch.

I was really pushing it and got concerned I might exceed the capacity of my tires driving at 130km/h for hours but I was relieved to see that I wasn’t even close.

One last time on this trip I lubricated the chain and checked the bike over.

Back in Washington the temperatures had fallen significantly and if anything it was beginning to feel cold now. I was really hungry and had eaten all my supplies so after a few more hours in the saddle I stopped to take a break and got a box of doughnuts giving me some energy to finish the last couple hundreds of kilometers.

Apparently this was rattle snake country. I always assumed the’d like it really hot.

I still had a few hundred kilometers to go and it was already getting dark.

I was now on the same mountain pass I had gone south on at the beginning of my trip and the temperature up here was around zero. I stopped to put on all the cloths I had and I was still freezing.

Finally. I crossed into Canada (Beautiful British Columbia) after midnight. No waiting time at the border! The last two hours through B.C. were a challenge. I was really cold and tired.

But finally I arrived back at home.

It was the best trip so yet.