Mike on a bike. 70 year old cycle tourist that I rode with for 25 miles or so. He was a great rider and was hauling a hell of a load. I ran into him few times the next day and really enjoyed our time together.
After turning around in Jasper the storm clouds that seem never far away started building in behind and above me but it remained clear and bright ahead, sort of a metaphor for my life, so I kept moving forward and climbed my way back up to the Columbia Icefield. The elevation of my camp was 6300 feet and Jasper was at 3100. Most of the climb was in the last 15 miles which was an interesting way to finish a 124 mile ride.
I arrived back on top as the sun was setting. Plenty of time to get dinner and clean up but not long after the rains came and put me to sleep with it's gentle sound. As is normal, when I woke in the night, the clouds were gone and the clear skies gleamed with stars in one of the darkest places on the planet.
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