My final night in Canada was spent at the home of Gail and Garry in the delightful little town of Fernie. I couldn't have asked for better hosts and they epitomised all that was great about the Canadians I had met - generous, hospitable, open and welcoming. The beer, wine and conversation flowed, Garry only fell silent when watching the women's Olympic beach volleyball. I arrived looking like a beaten down hobo, the next day I left refreshed and reinvigorated, the Prince of Fernie!
Shortly before reaching the border the Americans put on a sound and light show for me - rumbling thunder and sharp cracks of lightening forking out of the angry sky. I was about to get a soaking at the crossing...
Watch out Spielberg, there's a new filmmaker in town. Here is a video of me shortly after crossing the border: Border crossing
Chanced across this deserted campsite for a wonderful first nights camp in America. A great end to a slightly tough day on the bike. I had an owl for company hooting outside my tent for much of the night. Ospreys are a common sight, often nesting on bespoke roadside poles.
Looks fantastic Mr Moden! I hope you managed to get the bike fixed okay. Keep up the blog posts.
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