The ride to Fort Nelson was particularly pleasant. Charlie, the truck driver who picked us up on the side of the road, was a jovial and kind man. He described his life on the road in detail and I listened to him as a child listens to the bedtime story. He had seen so many places and people and experienced so much that I felt dizzy. There was so much more to the world than the small world of the Montana pack. The seven hours of driving that separated us from our stopover passed like a dream. It was with regret that we said goodbye to our saviour who had not finished surprising us since he found us another fellow trucker who agreed to help us in our journey and to take us across the border to the Yukon. After a night's rest and a good meal in the small village of Faro, we were back on the ro
