Sunday 26 July 2009,
I have a love/hate relationship with Bob. Bob is my trailer. Downhill and on the flat, he is superb, and even on hills wit a slight incline he is ok. Its when he faces something more challenging such as Gobblers Knob (yes, honestly, thats what one of the hills was called), that his limitations become apparant. He turns from being a useful tool, into, and pardon my French here, a fucking liability. Granted, some of these climbs (Ice Pick, Oil spill etc) do have insane angles of incline, but even so, I seem to be pushing the bike, and of course therefore Bob, quite a lot. Its hard to tell for sure, but I definately feel as though I am reduced to pushing a lot more frequently than if I was travelling with panniers and racks. And this is not a good thing, when you take into account the amount of mosquitoes, midges and flies which descend on me in a huge cloud whenever I stop. Anyhow, there's my little grumble over with.
I said goodbye to Koko in them morning, and had my photo taken by him, which stands a good chance of either appearing in the Japanese equivilant of Cycling monthly or the Guardian, both of whom he writes articles for… Ahhh… Thats how he funds his trips!!
I rode the few miles into Coldfoot, and was just in time before the all you can eat buffet was closed. Two plates of assorted fried stuff, a bowl of fruit with yoghurt, 3 slices of bread and a lemon cake may seem excessive, but i felt it was my duty. My duty as a greedy bastard. The constant refills of coffee came in handy too whilst I was waiting for Jackie to turn up and unlock the post office so that I could get my next five days of food which had been dropped off. Whilst I was eating, some Israeli guys came over and we started talking, and I had my photo taken a whole bunch of times. With all this photo taking, its like being famous, even though it isn't. Jackie arrived with my food parcel, and after distributing it around Bob, I was off again.
To start off with, the road was sealed on leaving Coldfoot, which made a pleasant change from the previous 250 miles of rough stuff. It wasn't all plain sailing though, as the aforementioned problems with hills and pushing happened all to frequently for my liking. It was a tough day, and I was given a boost at one of my low points when a couple in an RV gave me a two energy bars, which helped me get to Arctic Circle. The campground, helpfully, was a further 1 mile off the roadside, all uphill, for which I was truly greatful. I was pretty tired, and it seemd to take forever to get my camp set up and some food in me. A German guy came over whilst I was eating and invited me over to his site for a beer. It would have been rude to refuse! I talked for a couple of hours with him and his wife, and the two beers went down nicely! They also filled my water container up, which was good of them, because I was starting to run drastically low.