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Well we busted over the Anarchist Pass today. We got up really early this morning because we heard it is just super hot at all other times of the day. Turns out it is pretty hot in the early morning too. But we made it. It was an intense ride up with lots of switchbacks. We rocked an 8 or 9 % grade for 8 km up and then it eased up a bit but we kept goign up. The scenery is beautiful. Huge expansive grass fields with trees and cows and horses dotting them. The mountains are all around us. In the distance are huge mountains with snow. There are hawks and countless other birds flying all around us. Ground hogs are everywhere as well. We saw some stupid deer on our trek down the mountain today. One of them decided to wait until trucks were coming in both directions before making the awkward bound across the highway. He made it ok! The other one waited until we were right by it and then turned and jumped over a fence and hopped and bounced down the mountain side into the woods. We went for a swim last night in Osoyoos lake to try and cool off once we reached our campsite (a small piece of grass beside a waterslide in town). The bike ride from Princeton to Osoyoos was intense. I think it was more grueling than the Allison pass. The first bit to Hedley was easy and nice. We cruised along a back road off the highway. Hedley is, well, small. We could see some old mining cabins up the mountain side though, which were cool. I can't fathom going up there though...60+ switchbacks and an average grade of 12%! We biked on to Keremeos and had lunch. The landscape had changed from huge trees to a very dry deserty feel. When we did the push from Keremeos to Osoyoos we felt the full weight of the desert. It was nothing but heat and hills. Down a little and then up a lot. Or at least it felt that way in the 30+ heat with no real wind. By the end of it we were all a little out of it and just wanted to crash for the night. Today being Neal's birthday and all, we are going to take a relaxing afternoon and set up camp and then just hang out and party. Maybe we can find a birthday cake somewhere for him. The lad you knew as Neal is a man now. 22 has never looked this good. Sitting at lunch he was showcasing the biking spandex, a wife-beater, moustache, helmet sweat hair slicked back into a pseudo mullet. But, we all love it. I hope things are well back in the maritimes or wherever you are reading from. So long, from BC: Willem, Neal and Patrick.