I had a hard time getting up today. This is the pattern now every morning. Leaving the sleeping bag’s warmth, and energizing myself for the day is getting harder and harder. Once I was up and packed, I decided to take breakfast in Houston, BC, instead of the town next to the campsite.
After a few kilometers I made it into Houston, and got to see the World’s Biggest Fly Fishing Rod. Seems like these gigantic things are part of the journey north experience, and this one was actually quite cool.
After the mandatory photo, I found a small local coffee bar. As I dismounted, a guy came over and asked where in Texas I was coming from, after looking at the Texas 2 Alaska writing on the BeMWu. When I said Houston, we both laughed at the coincidence, and then he said: “Ah, Houston, Texas. I love it, when I get there I can already smell the tequila from Mexico. By the way, watch out for the deer. We have a local Evil Knivel, and while pulling a wheelie, he split a deer. He barely remembers any of it”.
The landscape started turning more ranch style, with large fields, barns, tractors, and cows. It was still great, but not as breath taking. A few hundred kilometers later, I met a European couple riding a Moto Guzzi. Christine, a British lady, and her husband, a Danish guy, are traveling through North America for a while. We had a great chat, and then said our good byes. It was just a charming experience. To cap the day off, I later stopped at the visitors center in Queznel, where the ladies running the place proved, once again, that British Columbia has some of the warmest, kindest people I have known.
My initial goal for today was to reach Williams Lake, but possibly push a bit more forward to be closer to Seattle tomorrow. However, as I entered the valley the sky suddenly turned to pewter. That sealed the deal. I quickly found a small lodge, and I am in for the night.
Miles accumulated today: 7,224 [11,626 kms]
Tomorrow, Seattle, and leaving British Columbia and Canada behind. Bitter Sweet.

Love reading of your exploits..missing you lots