The Best of Times… And the Worst (Liard Hot Springs, British Columbia, Canada)

Ahhhhh… What decadence! What luxury! To soak in the lovely hot waters after cycling for 1 ½ months was a treat like no other. The four of us played and relaxed in the natural pools and allowed all the built-up stress to gently flow away.

Hours later we made our way to Kelly and Terry’s RV, where they had invited us to dinner. The boys spent a delightful evening playing and watching movies with their son, Michael, while John & I were entertained for hours by Terry’s stories. And the food – oh my! They had whipped up some of the best food we’ve eaten since Fairbanks!

But perhaps the best part of hanging out with Kelly and Terry all evening was the rain – it poured buckets and buckets – while we kicked back in lawn chairs under their awning. Maybe there’s something to be said for those RVs after all.

Around midnight we waddled back to our tent in near darkness.

“Who left the tent fly open?” I called out as soon as I arrived.

“Not me!” Davy answered.

“Not me!” Daryl echoed.

“I didn’t,” John added. “Someone must have broken in.”

Once we looked inside, however, it was clear that no one had broken in – nothing was taken, but LOTS of stuff was wet.

I don’t mean just a few little drops of water. Our mats were floating in a huge puddle of water, one pillow was completely drenched, another one quite wet, and half of two sleeping bags were wet. Quite a disaster, in other words.

As near as we can figure, John left the fly open – he came back to our site to get jackets and forgot to close it.

We mopped up the mess the best we could, then piled in. Our tent is just barely large enough for the four of us anyway, and with one-quarter of it rendered useless, it was quite a mess.

The kids and I crammed into one half of the tent using two sleeping bags, while John curled up in the remaining part using the dry parts of the two wet sleeping bags.

The moral of the story here is: ALWAYS close your fly!

Kilometers today: 67
Kilometers to date: 2546

Pedaling past a buffalo

British Columbia

books by Nancy Sathre-Vogel

About Nancy Sathre-Vogel

After 21 years as a classroom teacher, Nancy Sathre-Vogel finally woke up and realized that life was too short to spend it all with other people's kids. She and her husband quit their jobs and, together with their twin sons, climbed aboard bicycles to see the world. They enjoyed four years cycling as a family - three of them riding from Alaska to Argentina and one exploring the USA and Mexico. Now they are back in Idaho, putting down roots, enjoying life at home, and living a different type of adventure. It's a fairly sure bet that you'll find her either writing on her computer or creating fantastical pieces with the beads she's collected all over the world.

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One Response to The Best of Times… And the Worst (Liard Hot Springs, British Columbia, Canada)

  1. Kelly and Terry August 6, 2008 at 5:55 pm #

    Glad to hear you had a good time with us that evening! It was nice talking to you guys and you are very inspiring! Terry is trying to figure out how he can do a trip himself across Canada!
    We will keep on watching your travels!

    Cheers, Kelly, Terry and Michael

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