August 12, 2001

Journal Entry/Day 8

We are at “Livengood.”  You must have to live a good life to live at “Livengood.”  There is nothing going here at the little store.  The lady that runs it says that there is a 1200 man camp nearby. 

It is still raining and muddy and I am finding it very difficult to progress.  Fairbanks is within our sights being only 54 km. Away.  Then we will finally have a decent road.  I am feeling tired and sore today but when the weather warms up I will recuperate quickly. 

I wrapped my legs in glad wrap to keep some of the mud off.  My shoes are wet and heavy from the rain.  They never get enough time to dry.  Iron cannot become steel until it receives a lot of heat.    And so I have to persevere, things will get better.  I stopped for a great breakfast, at 38 km, of oatmeal, eggs, bread and coffee. 

Brian measured the distance to pavement at 16 km.   I will change bikes at that road.  Joof, Brian and Ronel had trouble again.  The van did not want to start and had to be jump-started.  The motor home got stuck but Joof managed to get it out eventually.  I stopped at 17 km. And changed to the GT bike.  Brian and Ronel left for Fairbanks to do errands.  I cycled the 68 km. to Fairbanks non-stop. 

 I could see that something was wrong as Brian walked up to me.  He had driven the van and bicycles into the car wash.  I was not too happy about it.  Brian is still unable to get the e-mail to work with our phones and my patience is wearing thin. 

We went to “Pikes Landing” for a great supper.  We all went to bed in a comfortable motel room.  This is well deserved.  Tomorrow is another day.