The next morning I collected all my things an prepared to storm out of the tent. But luckily the mosquitoes were all gone.

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.