Well, the ride has been excellent the past few days. BC is actually hot. I'm a little amazed about how little I'm aware of Canada's difference. For one, of course is the metric system, eh? now everything is switched over to metric; 1000 meter climbs, 150 km days, 92 Canadian cents per litre, I don't even know how tall I am anymore, or how much I weigh. I must say, the Canadian atmosphere is much more relaxed then USA, it's pretty cool getting to explore another country for an extended period of time. Back to the ride for a minute. From Whistler to Lillooet was a small 85 mile jog. This included a brutal climb up a pass steeper then Tioga Pass in California. It rocked. The grades reached 15% going up, and the climb lasted 13km. Along the way, were plenty of gorgeous views of beautiful British Columbian lakes and mountains. The day before into Whistler, I decided to work a little, and arrived 2 hours ahead of the group, so the Hors Catagorie climb the next day fried my legs, even though I was able to more or less fly up it. In time, work will take it's toll. The next day from Lillooet, was supposed to be 100 miles to 100 Mile House along the Cariboo Gold Rush Trail. I had a little bit of a late start, for a last minute data entry, so I had to work to catch up to the lead group. The lead group actually turned out to be Hogan and B-Hard, as they ripped apart the pack and took off. I caught everyone but them, and eventually caught them at the 20 mile stop after estimating them to be about 1:30-2:00 ahead of me. After that, I decided I wanted to ride with a group, so slowed a little, but ended up riding with Paul and eventually Seth. Well, I guess Canadians have kilomiles or something, for when we reached 97 to turn North, we saw the 20 Mile House Store at the 40 mile mark on our computers. Lillooet is supposed to be Canada's hot spot, and the temperature was estimated to be 40 degrees easily. Remember, thinKMetric... Anyhow, At the 60 mile stop, Paul and I were almost asleep or dead, and we were looking for a stream to jump into, when we finally came upon D-Bear's truck. There was a lake nearby, so I stuck my head into the water, we refilled bottles from the nearly empty coolers, and kept plugging away. Seth caught us at a pit stop, and we continued the rest of the way to 100 Mile House. Luckily, it was only 112 instead of 130, but it was a long hot day, nevertheless. Days like that are the days when you feel accomplished to get the day over with. Today's ride was thankfully short, and Seth and I spent the day recovering and I continued the loose training schedule I've set up, with my heartrate averaging 101bpm, and maxing at 134 over 60 miles. Very interesting stuff, I know. Tomorrow, things will pick up again. I'm proud of myself for restraint on the pedals today, however, I fear the restraint is over, and the machine will compensate for lost activity. Cool.

Today, we looked at old pictures, and it's funny to look at the changes from then to now. It seems a little sad to be over in a few weeks, but it will be good to meet up with the Rockies and exchange stories.

Out.

-Steve