After heavy rain the last few days I can set off into a beautiful sky but strong headwind. The first 80 km are flat but the road is diet. I’m still north of the tree line. In the afternoon I reach the Brooks Mountains and slowly climb up and down through the autumn coloured Tundra. There are almost no cars but I see a few bears, caribou and mosche ox.

Just before setting my tent, I pass a few hunters who are barbecuing caribou steak and get invited for dinner.