Miles:  1,133.6 Days:  19 Flat Tires: 1 (on Sunday the 16th leaving Bellingham) Broken Spokes:  0 (was lucky to catch a dangerously loose one just before the Great Divide, lucky because I heard an odd ping and decided to stop and check.  It is hard to hear much of anything with traffic noises and considering [...]

I camped last night, and intend to camp again tonight (seeing as I’ve already paid), at Hinton Centre Campground.  This is an amenity provided by the city of Hinton.  The town stretches along a corridor defined by the Canadian National rail-line and the Yellowhead 16 Highway.  Kind of strip-mall, Canadian Tire, Wal-mart, the usual assortment [...]

…named Zephyr, coming up Loup Loup Pass between Winthrop and Okanagon.  Red hair, bushy beard, wearing a long denim smock with a poofy-shouldered, light-blue dress-shirt underneath.  He had a floppy-brimmed, brown, cotton hat too.

     Tyler and Mel of the Hinton Voice The following brief interlude of blog-postings is courtesy of Tyler Waugh and Mel Ewasiuk of The Hinton Voice: Hinton’s Locally Owned Weekly Newspaper. The Hinton Voice is a recent start-up local paper.

Sunday, August 16, 2009 (92.2 miles) Bellingham Sudden Valley Sedro-Wooley Marblemount Newhalem Gorge Creek Campground (Free National Park campground just outside Diablo) Monday, August 17, 2009 (73.6 miles) Gorge Creek Campground Rainy Pass (4600′) Washington Pass (5477′) Winthrop Pearrygin State Park Tuesday, August 18, 2009 (90.1 miles), Hot 102ºF Pearrygin State Park Winthrop Twisp Loup [...]

….that sumuvy’all are having trouble posting comments.  Don’t know the cause.  Please send me details of the error(s) you are encountering and I’ll see if I can down pin it.

Dearly Beloved, I’ve made it as far as Hinton, Alberta.  A few clicks east of Jasper National Park.  Just time for a brief post because I know some of you are probably worried about my continued existence.

….thus far has probably been just laughing deeply at something on TV with Maxx and Melissa.  But I take that friendship and laughter for granted.  Almost expect it.  The highlight after that, probably one of those rare moments when I’ve felt strong on the bike.  Just gotten into a meta-groove and churned the pedals fluidly.  [...]

…Taco Bell not ready for Port Angeles.

Dad at Coleman Dock On Tuesday, unbeknownst to me, my dad tried to rejoin me for the bike ride. He called my cell a few times, but I had it off to save batteries (and may not have heard the ring in my bag over the traffic noise of Highway 101 anyhow).