I awoke in the morning a bit groggy, cold and wet.  

My feet were freezing.  As I rolled over, remembering that I had crawled into Davinders Tent looking for a dry space, I realized i was wet....very wet.  I had left the door and fly open and the lower portion of my body (half in the tent, half out) was lying in a puddle that was bordering on ice.  Shit!  I got up fairly quickly stripping my wet socks and gear, running around packing as quickly as I could, barefoot in a pair of dry stanfield long underwear.  By the time we were mostly packed, the rain had started again as a cold drizzle.  We did not even stop for a morning coffee, let alone breakfast.  We decided to take the backroads and due to the summers fire season which had forced many evacuations of the local farmers and ranchers, the dirt roads were very well graded.  We jumped on the bikes and figured we would just do a big lunch late in the morning at a cafe a few hundred km away but only made it maybe 30km before I realized that due to the epic riding the day before, we never fueled up at the end of the day.  We discussed whether we could make the next town using our Rotopax tanks and Auxillary fuel and decided it was unlikely.  We turned back to the town of Horsefly, praying that the towns only gas station would be open on a Sunday.  It was raining hard at this point, we were wet, and I was soaked.  To top it off my visor kept fogging up, I needed some Rainex or similar water dispersant.  The gas station was open but did not have the goggle cleaner.  we decided to pop back out to the main highway hit the main center of williams lake where we could restock, dry out and figure the next steps.  By the time we were sorted Davinder was getting antsy to get some km under us so we hit the highway and headed out at a good speed.  We dined for brunch in the Bear cafe and ate our weight in food while drying our riding gear out by the heaters and chatting up the locals and police.  The weather and our luck turned and by the time we were ready to go, it was after noon, the sun was shining and we had some of BC's best twisty paved and unpaved roads in front of us.  Throttles open we raced and pushed our bikes, taking all the opportunities for backroads and excitement.  We were to meet my brother beau and one of my best friends Eric at the ralley site (Silverstar Mountain)  Beau was lending us his 5th wheel camper for the week and they would both come back later in the week to provide support and drink all our beers.  we pulled up late (around 8pm) but thank goodness so were the guys.  the place was a buzz.  There had just been a big enduro race and most of the racers were well lubricated with hundreds of people slowly filtering out to go to work on monday.  We however were just getting started!  We set up the 5th wheel with Beau and Eric then headed to the pub to look for some mischief and laughs.  Pints and Laughs were found.  We even ran into friends from Terrace.  Davinder chatted up the staff and earned the knickname Gandalf due to his long beard.  At one point Eric and Beau hollered out to Davinder YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!!  as they reinacted the scene from lord of the rings.  As the night wore one we got louder and the place quietend down.  I hadnt seen Beau and Eric in over a year, and we all wanted to party hard.  Unfortunately Beau and Eric still had an hour to go home and Beau cound not have libations, so they headed off just before the bar closed.  Davinder and I stayed on with the staff to continue until the wee hours of the morning when we toddled back to our campsite and a good nights sleep in a dry warm camper.  The camper parking was almost empty (quite different from when we arrived), the site was quiet and we were exhausted.  We still had 6 days before we had to be home and so far this fire was burning at a full roar.  we each lay in beds at either end of the camper yabbering on, contemplating bikes and the ralley ahead of us.  excited as children awaiting christmas.  We tried to decide on the next shenanigans as our guts hurt from laughing so hard all night.  We later found out, we had already earned a name for ourselves as northern lunatics.  Everyone seemed and continues to be drawn to our child like attitudes and wholsome, genuine laughs.  As the furnace kicked on, we fell asleep.  The cold outside set in deep, but we were warm inside.