We reach Bell 2, which was a really nice heli-skiing lodge. We were soo lucky! They do have gas and we got there 10 minutes before the clerk closed up for the night. We filled up the Safari Tanks with an impressive amount of fuel. At least, the clerk and a Honda Shadow rider were impressed.
It had been 380 miles since we last got gas. The low-fuel light wasn't even on.
This Honda was piloted by a young man trying to move from Alaska to Florida on a shoe-string budget.
He was like so many Alaskan riders we met, woefully unprepared for cold, wet weather.
He said he would camp, but didn't have a decent sleeping bag. He said he was near hypothermia already,
but had a warm bed waiting for him in Hyder. It was 11PM when we heard him head south. I hope he made it.
The lodge had one tentsite left, so we took it and set up camp in the rain and mosquitos.
This was a pretty long day considering it was raining and cold all day.
Helen doesn't do cold, even though she grew up in the Netherlands.
However; she really impressed me by hanging tough all day without complaint.
In hindsight, this day is remembered as fun. Funny how the brain works.