Day 34: Prince George

 

In the morning I have to work. Unfortunately, the whole job is not easy and so I am busy until about noon. Then I prepare something for lunch. It gets really warm and sunny, so I have to use sunscreen for the first time on this journey.

After lunch, I clean the motorcycle, which has become dirty on the ride from the campground south of Fort Nelson, because the road was watered and craters worked on it.

It's soon time to head to the airport, which is just 10-15 minutes distance from the campground. Of course, I'm far too early. Fortunately, today is much less smoke and therefore I'm not afraid that the flight from Vancouver to Prince George will be cancelled.

The plane with Brigitte (a turboprop brand Bombadier) arrives on time and I can watch the landing from the parking lot. I wait impatiently until I can finally see Brigitte on the airplane stairs. Wonderful to be able to embrace my beloved partner again after five weeks apart! And wonderful to be expected by Wolle and to see him alive and well after five weeks.

Fortunately, Brigitte's luggage is on the plane too. In Hamburg at the evening check-in she has been told, the luggage could not be checked through to Prince George. In Vancouver then the shock that the luggage was not on the baggage carousel. There she got the information, it was checked through to Prince George. Now that doesn't matter anymore, most important: the luggage, the motorcycle clothing and also the new bag for the camping gear (as a replacement for the crashed top case and the pack bag) has arrived here too.

We decide, to return "home" on the campground and sort out the luggage there first and then ride to Prince George for dinner. Brigitte started 25 hours ago in Germany and is quite tired, but she has to get accustomed to the different time.

We are going in a steakhouse for dinner, which is well frequented and we have burgers, fries, salad and beer at 4:45 am German time.

The first night in the tent is getting pretty chilly. The thermometer eventually go down to zero degree and so we have to use all our clothes to survive the night. For the following nights in the tent, we will connect our sleeping bags together, so we can warm up at each other. Our sleeping bags are not really made for one digit degrees.