Chapter 10 08 giant mushroom head

I met a weirdo in Prince George. At that time, I had just returned to the camping area after shopping in the supermarket, and a tent I had never seen before was deliberately set up very close. "Who? Deliberately set up the tent like this??????" Obviously there are vacancies elsewhere.I walked over with a little dissatisfaction, just as the tent owner got out from inside. "!" I was speechless on the spot, this guy is so impressive: the hair grows wildly in all directions, the head is so big that it looks like a huge mushroom, not to mention the face is as black as burnt bread, the eyes are long and sharp, Short and stout, with O-shaped legs??????

—Is this an Indian? The man glanced at me and said in a low voice: "Ah, hello." Perfect Japanese, I can't help but break out in a cold sweat. The other party claimed to be Qingtian.Amazingly, he biked around the world like me, and because he heard about me from the campsite owner, he ran to camp next door to me. Basically, people who plan to cycle around the world, myself included, are somewhat out of their minds.Sure enough, this guy was no exception, he began to tell his life without even asking. "I was a baseball boy in elementary school, number four on my back, catcher??????"

I thought he would talk for a long time, so he responded casually with "um, um" and started cutting the vegetables he bought. "Yes, and then, I went to Australia, and my outlook on life changed." I started to eat the freshly prepared stir-fried vegetables set meal, and invited Kiyota-kun to have a meal together.He ate happily, showing a boyish smile, "Ah! It's so delicious!" He continued to tell the story of climax.He is not eloquent, so I finished my meal while answering, and washed the pot while answering again. "?????? So, I embarked on a journey like this."

He spent a total of four hours introducing himself, and I even brushed my teeth. The next day, I blurted out "Let's meet at Mount Robertson!" and set off earlier.He doesn't look like a bad guy, but I still want to enjoy a leisurely ride alone in Canadian nature.Although I saw his lonely eyes when he watched me leave, I felt apologetic?????? Three days later, I arrived at Mount Robertson, the highest peak in the Canadian Rockies, 3,954 meters above sea level.The mountains that are as sharp as shaved ice are truly majestic.The uncle who looks exactly like former President Clinton in the tourist service center said:

"Riding up the mountain from here, there is a very beautiful hiking route! Now that I'm here, it's a pity not to go there, and about seven kilometers ahead is the camping area, which can be reached by bicycle." I looked at my watch, it was only seven o'clock in the afternoon, although the sun was gradually setting, it would take 20 minutes to complete the seven kilometers, no problem.Just in case, I also left a note for Kiyota-kun on the message board, and hurriedly rode on the hiking road. There is a small blue river flowing by the side of the road. Although the road is not paved, it has been leveled and it is very easy to ride.Soon after, the road surface became worse and worse, and the slope began to become steeper, so I had to push the bicycle forward.Pushing and pushing, the sun quickly set and darkness gradually enveloped the forest. Looking at the counter, it was less than halfway.

"This is terrible??????" If the sky is completely dark, it is almost impossible to move in such a place.You can't sleep here either, for fear of bears.I continued to move forward while I was constantly fighting in my heart whether I should turn back. After walking profusely for a while, I froze on the side of the road.The road in front of me sloped like a cliff, full of uneven rocks and tree roots.This can no longer be called a "road", it should be called a "mountain wall", which is more accurate.It was impossible to push a fully armed bicycle forward, so I had to take turns lifting the front and rear wheels, pulling the bicycle up step by step, dripping with sweat.

"You, you bloody Clinton, where's the road for a bicycle?" After finally climbing this section, I almost shed tears when I saw the lights in the camping area.At this time, there are already countless stars shining in the sky.The next day, I was sipping coffee leisurely, overlooking the magnificent Mount Robertson, and a huge mushroom head appeared pushing a bicycle, looking like it had just finished a marathon.He handed me a note with resentment on his face, which I had left for him. "I'll wait for you at the camping area. You can ride a bicycle up there. It's only seven kilometers. It's easy!"