The heat was real trouble today. A lady at a hotel showed
me the instrument gauge there: I read it myself at 4 PM: 38 C.
I felt as though I was biking in a brick kiln. A mosquito
could have pushed me backwards. My first of four swims
in mountain rivers was not the best choice, as a swarm
of white-faced hornets found me as I was bushwhacking
to the river. Five or so stings happened pretty quick.
As a kid I would have taken my baseball bat to that big
old paper nest! I can hear my Mom yelling at me to leave
it alone and instead let Dad take care of.
I’ve re-entered the incredible Canadian Rockies. Based on
the road traffic, half the population of Canada has too!
I pedaled right by the amazing Mt. Robson, the second most
stunning mountain I have ever peered at (behind the Matterhorn). It rises some 10,000 feet above the road I was pedaling on. It is such an
unusual feeling to have such wilderness views right off such a busy road.
All the views of the peaks as I soon enter Jasper National Park are
through intense forest fire smoke. It is so dry I was scared even
to use my propane cook stove for coffee. One guy I met today said
he had a fire flare up right before his eyes at a rest stop he and his
family had pulled over at. Both the sun and the moon for the past
couple days/nights have looked like pale orange lollipops in the sky.
I also stopped by the memorial for Terry Fox. A mountain here in named
after him (he was from BC). His was an amazing journey some 35 years ago,
also to help fight cancer.