Day six.

From Sparwood, BC to Eurika, MT. 81 miles.

It was a brisk 34° this morning—perfect weather if you’re a penguin—but at least the skies were clear and beautiful, and we were ready to roll.

We visited the worlds biggest truck for a photo op before we rolled out of town.

Our first stop was Fernie, British Columbia, a super charming little mountain town that somehow escaped the bougie treatment of a place like Banff. Max has been dealing with some finger numbness, which is less than ideal when you’re braking down gravel descents, so we stopped to get him some new grips and raised his handlebars to ease the pressure. While we were at it, he got a new chain and a quick tune-up—basically a spa day for his bike.

Not a whole lot to report for the rest of the day. We were feeling good and ended up going farther than we thought. We crossed into the U.S. at Rooseville (the border agent didn’t find my stock of maple syrup that I smuggled in) and rolled into Eureka, Montana. We managed to get our tents set up in a little downtown park just before a gentle rain started—nature’s way of saying, “Nice timing, fellas.”