DAY 23 (Salmon Glacier, bear story and running out of gas) Travel tip for this part: Gas station in Stewart closes at 7pm Filling up at the Tatogga Lake resort I spotted yet again another sweet European rig. I had skipped the trip to Salmon Glacier on the way up the Cassiar but not this time. I rode the 60ish mile detour to Stewart to go check it out. Here's little interesting fact about the Cassiar I learned from an old man in Williams Lake BC: In the beginning the stretch between Kitwanga and the Meziadin Junction did not exist. The road only came down from the North to the Port in Hyder because they were shipping the minerals they were mining and that was the best way to get the product out to sea. Only later on did they add the stretch to connect it to Kitwanga. This is why the Meziadin Junction (the intersection of 37 and 37A) looks the way it does; because 37A was the main road prior to the construction of the stretch of 37 that goes south and connects to 16. When I came thru the Meziadin Junction they were building a new gas station so next year there will be this new fuel stop for riders right there. This is a small Glacier on the way to Hyder/Stewart I arrived in Stewart and crossed into Hyder. There was no US border agents btw - open border. On the way to the glacier area. Getting closer to the glacier This is the main overlook for the glacier. A little past the glacier On the way to the end of the pass, I ran into some areas that were still covered with snow. Even tough there was plenty of dirt on the left, I still rode thru the snow for fun. Of course I ended up losing control This tunnel was barricaded with rocks on one end and covered in a snowdrift on the other. This one road was in a state of abandon; let's go check it out. As far as I went: beaten by snow drifts again. On the way back into town I spotted a boardwalk that was running alongside a shallow river. One lady there said that salmons run up the river and then grizzly bears go there to fish. Unfortunately I was still a few days too early for the salmon. No fish but I did spot this fresh beauty. A small grizzly was in the river when I pulled over but by the time I got the camera he was gone. I rode another mile or so then I spotted this little guy. I took a bunch of pictures of him but eventually he ran away. Probably back to his mom. I was in a pretty good spot to relax and eat so I decided to cook myself a gourmet meal: a can of stew. The can is barely warm then this happens! [ Ended up being a terrible idea... (sorry for the quality, the picture was taken from afar) Ok I made that last part up.; those two bears aren't related. The first picture of the little bear was truly from the side of the road. But the last picture is actually from the dump in Hyder. A lady told me that a few bears live in the dump and you are pretty much guaranteed to see bears when you go there. While foraging thru garbage that bear rolled that big tree trunk like it was soccer ball. Not too long after that I mounted up and left. I then went to the harbor to check it out. After this I rode back into Stewart Canada. They had border agents. When they asked me about the reason for my visit to the US. "Went to check out the bears at the dump sir" They got a kick out of it. Now this next story is very real. I roll into the gas station for some much needed fuel. It's only 7:20 but the station is already closed. I was so mad at myself for not filling up before checking out the glacier. I thought for sure that the station would be open later than 7. I ask a few people in town but nobody has fuel to sell. The bad part is that I have to be in Vancouver soon because I have to go put my bike in storage at Lucie and Pol's home then catch a flight home. If I sleep in Stewart, I will be dangerously behind schedule. So I pour the left over fuel from my trusty jerry cans into my bike and I do some simple math in my head. If I go super easy on the throttle I may have enough gas to make it to Kitwonga. I get on the bike and I ride south. About halfway there I realize that I probably wont make it: I run out of gas at around 9 pm - 35 miles away from Kitwonga. I wait for over an hour before a small car rolls thru. The folks in the car tell me that even if they bring me to town, the gas station will be closed and I will have to wait outside until the morning to buy some gas. Since I don't want to abandon my loaded bike I decline their offer for a ride and I set up camp off the side of the road. (picture taken the next morning) My only chance for the evening would be if a car carrying a fuel can rolls by but only a truck carrying gravel for the road construction rolls thru for the whole night and he doesn't stop. I do not sleep well on and empty tank.