And he'd been all the way from the tip of South America to get here; that's some bull-goose traveling there, on a bicycle. Man must be a physical animal.
I liked the Jack London quotes he had written down in his notes. Jack London wrote a lot of good stories, many of them involving a guy on some enormous frozen odyssey up the Yukon, or to Coronation Bay ... and he's out of grub, crawling along making a mile or so a day through the snow with a hundred hard miles to go. Sometimes it ends well, more often it doesn't.
But I don't remember any of those treks ending with two guys on Polaris snowmobiles with satellite phones showing up out of the distance, loading the half-dead traveler onto their sleds, and carrying him to town! Times sure have changed in the White Silence!
He might have made it to the village pushing that bike through the snow, but maybe not. Glad he lived to tell the tale! Can't imagine that kind of physical effort ....
Lannis
