Nature Sans Nurture
Whitehorse has embraced us with its warmth and graciousness. We are “actively resting” which is not a misnomer when one is extremely tired and hungry, or when one is taken into a retirement home and fed delicious moose stew, rhubarb pie, and saskatoon berry desserts. Nathan made the acquaintance of Father Jim, the priest of the Catholic church in downtown Whitehorse, and before we knew it we had been housed in a home for retired priests and fed like kings.
If only Mother Nature was so kind to us. This present splendor dulls the pain from a week of difficult riding. The road from Tok has been challenging. Nathan has struggled with tendonitis in his knee which led to a hitchhike to Whitehorse to rest and recover. We battled five straight days of 20mph headwinds. Unrelenting, unforgiving, unbelievable headwinds. Our “modest” pace of 65 miles per day was made grueling by the uncooperative attitude of Mother Nature. The wind was so fierce that our bikes would roll to a stop on slight downhills if we ceased to pedal. To give you an example of a day in the life of Bound South: the winds with steep mountain climbs near Haines Junction meant that we began to ride at 9:30AM, rode hard all day, completed 70 miles by 7:00PM, and finished just in time to devour 2,000 calories at a generous grocery store.
Our last day of riding was a 100 mile trek from our campsite in Haines Junction to the city center of Whitehorse. We were so mentally and physically exhausted that the crosswinds seemed like a gift from above. To be taken in by the community here was a gift from above and this rest is much needed.
Ten miles outside of Whitehorse, fierce and cold headwinds appeared. Once more we found ourselves yelling and laughing out of exasperation and exhaustion-induced euphoria. I said, “Don’t forget, David, there are thousands of people out there that envy us right now.” There are certain times when you lose sight of the important things; like when you’re hauling a heavy bike up a steep mountain into a headwind with grizzly bears around.
We’re riding bicycles from Alaska to Argentina, building a house for Habitat for Humanity, and capturing the essence of this spectacular adventure as we go. This is not easy, but it is a privilege and a dream and like any difficult and wonderful thing it is worth doing.
We are thankful again for the generosity and kindness of the people that cross your paths. Rest up…breathe it all in and press on.
Dad, Mom and Marta
Are you all riding in hiking boots? – mattylight
Yessir! No frills platform pedals and hiking boots. We’ll probably switch to a lighter and less insulating shoe when we hit the warmer latitudes. For now, boots are warm, multipurpose, and do a good job keeping dry!
Boys, boys, boys – from a Scouting family, roses, thorns and buds are standard fare on the hiking trail. All our best.
Gas Station Gatherings?
Just use Tang as the food coloring.
Oh, angry Frenchman. Too bad about the cookie. Once you get the route updated, I will attempt to send good ones!
Isaiah, you sound like an under-appreciated housewife about that picket fence situation.
I was going to suggest Obi-Wan if you did not get there 😛 Alex suggested Admiral Ackbar.
Hope Nathan is well-recovered, and that the headwinds choose some other travelers to pester, preferably ones who are not so affected by their tantrums.
Pedal on Boys,
Every mile you pedal, your legs get stronger, your hearts get bigger, and the people you meet get friendlier!!
May the sun shine brightly upon your faces, and the wind be at your backs!!