Nicole and Ingrid are in a roadhouse in Sourdough, a village who's name literally means : sour dough.
That is the main thing they do overhere : 'baking bread' made of sour dough.  It's delicious, Nicole tells us on the phone !

In a roadhouse you can eat, drink and sleep.  There is a little store too.  They sell a lot of fishing equipment because there are many rivers.  Most of the owners of a roadhouse own break-down lorries.  At every moment, someone gets stuck in the snow and needs help.

This week, before we arrived in the roadhouse, we stayed on a camping spot, owned by the state.  It's no more than a big wood.  Wholes covered with grills can be used as a barbecue-spot.  We use it as a camp-fire.   So,  we were gathering wood and we saw these big footprints, obviously coming from a bear !  Fresh bear excrements lay on the path, so he must be close by ! And right we were !!  Behind a tree, a big grizzly bear appeared.  Boy, he was big !!  We had experienced  a 'bear meeting' before, so we knew that running away is the worst thing you can do.   A grizzly bear easily runs 50 to 60 km/hour.  Climbing up a tree is no solution either; the bear waits for you patiently !  The only thing you can do to save your life is to make yourselve bigger than he is.  So, Ingrid climbed on my shoulders and waved gently with her arms.  We then moved slowly and quietly towards the lavatory of the camping and spent the night in there.
Next morning the grizzly had gone.