Ride on, Highway Cat !!: Miles Canyon

DAY 13, Monday Sept, 7, 2015 (Labour Day)
Robert Service Campground - Miles Canyon - Back to Stratford Motel. 20km a bit hilly, 1:15

As I was slowly packing up to leave camp, staff came around to warn of a bear nearby. I didn't see the bear as I was leaving. The weather was pretty nice for my short ride to "Miles Canyon".
http://www.yukoninfo.com/whitehorse-yukon/whitehorse-info-miles-canyon/
It was a couple ups and downs to the canyon, but was worth the trip. It was an awe inspiring sight. I was actually here several years ago, when I took part in the Yukon River Trail Marathon.
http://www.yukonmarathon.com/ It was a tough run as I had an infected ingrown toenail at the time.
Extremely painful. It was my first marathon length trail run, so I took it slow and cautious. I remember cramping up with about a km to go on a big downhill, ha ha....Anyway;
We didn't stay long. Got set up back at the motel and rode to the "Superstore" for dinner. As I was locking up my bike outside the store, A large older native man approached me. .. "Hey, that's a nice bike, mine's in jail". He said.
He was bleeding from areas of his face and got pretty friendly with me. I went along with it and gave him the benefit of a doubt, although, I was reluctant to leave Shirley alone. The last thing one wants to hear is "That's a nice bike" before leaving it. And why was the guy bleeding? Anyway, standing in line at the checkout was a very painful experience. It was taking so bloody long and I couldn't stop worrying about my bike. Everything seemed to be moving slower than humanly possible. It was like an episode of Star Trek when one person is sent to a different space where time is much faster, through a singularity. (or something like that) AAARRRGGHHH!!
I finally got outta there to find Shirley waiting patiently... sigh.
I got some more local hops and boxed Shirley up for tomorrow's flight home. The process of packing the bike was more difficult this time. I went through a dictionary of swear words by the time I was done.