Woke up to a construction crew starting work around 6:30. First day of rain, which kept coming down on us pretty much all day. Ran into Marcus again, but this time we met his friends who he was riding to see, Kate and "Mandy?"..."Molly?" Anyway, she gave me hear bear flare, which is like a pocket-sized rocket. Think today we might have made it over the hardest pass on the island. We saw our first bear, but it was dead. When we finally got to Woss we went into a little bar/cafe. Chris and I had been dreaming about, of all things, having a fresh garden salad for dinner. Well, that's what we got. Met Heidi, an amazing woman, couldn't place her age, but she could have been our grandmother. She is riding to the Baja form Alaska for what we gathered, the second time. She's biked from Paris to Dakar, among other places. Says riding through British Columbia is boring because there are "too many f*cking trees." We rode a couple miles out of Woss and set up camp at a rest stop. Chris climbed a tree to hang the food and I made two fires to ward off bears. See if we'll make the ferry tomorrow!
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