Day 15. 3,383 Miles. The Cassiar Hwy

I imagine people are preparing for BBQs for Labor day as i ride north in the vastness of British Columbia. I am happy to have the solitude, glad to have chosen to ride…two days passing golden aspens, changing to the color of the hidden sun as the cold sets in. Clouds loom with proclamations of falling water ahead, but travels at the same cadence as me and my bike, providing shelter within the grey stretch. I catch up to rain as I finally set up camp for the night.