Somehow I had enough from the not anymore “pleasant warm” temperatures. It was not that cold though, but somehow I just did not feel like sleeping every night with the water bottle in the sleeping bag to prevent the water of freezing. It was somehow also the end of my Alaska-Bicycling-Adventure and so I gladly accepted Marie’s offer to give me a ride down the Whitehorse.

In Whitehorse I tried to figure out how I should proceed further south and by pure coincidence, I was offered to drive a campervan from Whitehorse down to Vancouver and that was what I did.