But not to worry, the Road won't let me forget who's boss.
I'm in the town of Quesnel BC, it's cold, raining, and I'm getting sick. Sol was kind enough to drop me off at the edge of town before he went to work this morning, and it started raining. I've had the beginnings of a cold for a couple of days now, but it's starting to catch up with me.
And just to make things MORE interesting, my dead line to be back on American soil is quickly becoming shorter and shorter. I'm about 7 hours from the border, but I may as well be on the moon with this weather. Nobody picks up a hitcher in the rain. It's like a rule or something. I got tired of standing in the rain and getting blasted with spray from passing trucks, so I stashed my gear and am taking a break at a coffee shop.