At Galbraith Lake I met Stephen Lowry who works for a land surveyor company and turned or to be a gem of a guy. He helped me to traverse a few miles in his SUV as my rear wheel was out of alignment. Enroute, I also met the two Swedish cyclists whom I had met on the Dalton on the first night. We climbed Atigun together, pedaling,pushing our bikes up the steep grade. The pass itself was calm and the weather was good. The sun was bearing down sharply. The air was cool and sharp winds blew in.
After ascending Atigun Pass which took 5 hours, it was all the way downhill to the Chandalar shelf. And after days of just seeing tundra, willows and flat grasslands, the landscape made way for breathtaking views of towering mountains spruce, fir and aspen trees and gurgling streams and the Dietrich river. It was a beautiful sight. My legs and body were tired, but the mountains have a mystical effect on me and the sight of them filled me with a rare energy and soulful joy.