It was dark and I’d look back from time to time for the bounce of a light in the trees behind me. Within a mile of Post River Glacier I saw Tyson’s light in the distance, but it was still hard to judge how far back he was. This is when I committed to going as hard as I could without (hopefully) blowing up. The rest of the night was a blur. Although I felt like I was keeping a good pace the good riding I had experienced earlier on turned to hard-packed, bumpy and moose-holed snow, which kept me out of my seat. At this point arriving at the ice covered Farewell Lakes were awesome, fast and smooth!