We woke up well rested and excited to eat our oatmeal. With our breakfast bowls still half full and our bellies yearning for real food, we headed out for Fort Nelson.
From our sources at Prophet River we were expected 1 to 2 climbs and then flat the rest of the way with a down hill descent into Fort Nelson. I believe now that ‘hill’ needs to be defined in length and grade. I say this because there were definitely more than 2 hills.
We met another biker, Frank, heading to Montana as we descended into Fort Nelson. He was approx. 60 years old and had begun his journey in Fairbanks. After exchanging trip information we headed on our way.
We were doing well on time and decided to forego our peanut butter and cucumber wraps and have lunch in the big city. As we raced down the hill towards the bridge and into what we thought was the town, we were met with an unexpected hill. This proved to be a hard climb due to the heat and our disappointment that we had one more hill to go.
Exhausted and sweaty we arrived in town and quickly found the local pub where we ate like Queens and Kings. It was the best lunch of the entire trip and a great way to end the day.
