Chuck:
It rained all night. Listening to the sound of rain on the RV roof is a pleasant way to drift off to sleep. In the morning, that same sound doesn’t bode so well. Another day of riding in the rain, ugh. Somehow, when we were preparing for this trip, I failed to bring along a helmet cover and waterproof shoe covers. Plastic grocery bags over the socks will do, if replaced each day. Betty had a blue bag just the right size to cover my helmet and duct tape the excess inside the helmet. Now, if I could just improvise some miniature wipers for my glasses.
Betty met me at a turn-out for lunch. This is not just any turn-out, we dry camped here on our way into Alaska, nearly six weeks ago. It is here that we discovered we had a flat tire on the right rear of the RV and waited nearly all day to get a new one hauled 85 miles out from Tok and installed (Thanks Willard!). Today, just for “old times’ sake”, I left the head lights on and had to jump start the car and let it charge during our lunch. The afternoon ride was nice, not much rain but cooler; high fifties. Betty selected the Border City Lodge and RV Park so we could get ready for several days of dry camping as we enter Canada. Actually, Border City is not an accurate description, there are two businesses and a half-dozen residences and the border is still 4 miles south.
We parked the RV, hooked up utilities, showered and were walking to the little restaurant/registration when Doerte and Marty came riding into the parking area. We all had dinner together. They agreed to join us for a beer after they get set up for the evening.