Early morning repair of blisters cured my foot problems at least for a while. I walked hard and fast all day. The sun, breeze, and the magically silent woods created the near perfect day.
My thigh muscles began to ache before noon. A blister on the ball of my right foot throbbed and stung with each stride. Then the most important milestone of the journey came into view. It was the junction of the Yukon Route 37. After walking nearly 800 miles along the Alaska Highway I could now head south along 37 into British Columbia. About 1200 miles away would be the U.S. border at Washington State.
The bikers had reminded me that Route 37 is a desolate, lonely road. The first food stop is 100 miles south. A small motel, if open, would be 150 miles away. Yielding to my sore hip I headed back to Whitehorse and a plane ride to New York.
Of course I will return!