I left Whitehorse pretty late for me at 11.00, as I knew I had a short but still tough little ride ahead. There was a headwind for most of the way, and the roads were fiddly – up, down, in, out. Fiddly. I made my target destination of Marsh Lake campground in good time, and set up camp. There wasn't any water available apart from the lake, but a warden stocking up the firewood let me fill my bottles from his container. David cycled in and stopped for a bite to eat before he carried on for the day. Because he is keen to do longer distances, (and I know how addictive that can be), it will possibly be the last time that I see him, but people who do trips like this have a habit of bumping into each other again, so who knows.
Thats him, and here's his website… www.earningthehorizon.com
I had a campfire going for most of the afternoon and kept myself well fed, deciding that I had better eat some of the ridiculous amount of food I bought in Whitehorse as opposed to just carting it all around. My star buy is a tub of hot chocolate, although it didn't mention on the tin that after four cups of it you start farting non stop for an hour.