It's 4 p.m. when I arrive at the (closed) campground in Yahk. Yahk, as I was told, is a village of about 40 people scattered over three gasstations, two closed hotels, two closed privately owned campgrounds and a few houses.
A trip is like a dish, a combination of ingredients.
Sometimes it’s like a three course menu; a memorable starter (where and how I wake up), a sublime main course (the bikeride itself) and a delicious dessert (the arrival and the evening).
9 days, that’s how long it took before I felt good enough to get back on the bike. 9 days in which I felt a little bit better every day, but in which my head would still go a bit hazy and blurry in the evenings.
It's me! As I got out of the shower and looked in the mirror I saw it, like I do every time after a hard, extreme, showerless, multiday ride; Hera! I’m surprised to see I haven’t changed at all and at the same time I look like a new person.
My latest blog I wrote on October 9th. The next day I was going to start at the Icefiedls Parkway. Nonetheless I didn’t get to post it until October 13th, still in Jasper. This blog is about what happened during the days in between.
Right at the moment when I open my laptop to get started on my new blogpost the emergency alarm rings. My heartbeat trips for a moment while my brain immediately starts working and determining my position. What’s the procedure? Where can I go?