Day Seventeen – Eastbound and down..........After the world's best breakfast and coffee We broke camp in the quiet forest - we were nearly the only campers there. We found, courtesy of Yelp, the coolest breakfast place on our trip called The Rookery/Toaster Museum. And they certainly served the best coffee EVER, probably due to the fact that all the tap water in Stuart was locked up in a glacier hours earlier! And yes, the décor of the restaurant actually consists of antique electrical devices from another era and world. And there were a few electrical toasters included...Vintage cars seem to have found their way to Stuart and are parked out front. Service was good and the food beyond great. Did I mention the awesome coffee? We rode back up the Glacier Highway, somehow losing Fran who was lagging behind, he eventually caught up with us way down the highway. Due to our mandated day of rest, the blown seals and crappy planning on my part, we had to shave two days off the agenda and skip the road out to Bella Coola – with its 18 degree grades, endless open range and towering forests... it wasn’t possible this time as it would add two full days to our agenda. And we all had to get back to work. 2600 miles to go. I was the trip planner, but given the distances covered so far and the endless possibilities of human frailty and mechanical failure – I never actually plan these last days. We just program our Garmins for home and go. Garmin directed us back through Prince George, we stayed at the same provincial campground and discovered that the staff had already changed, millennials escaping back to the connected world. The newest park ranger wasn’t quite as cheerful as her predecessor, and she made us pay for the firewood. Still - a pretty campground!