I'm finally in Terrace after beating the living tar out of my skeleton walking along the asphalt of Highway 16 for three days and making very little progress. My knee blew up like a tennis ball under the weight of my pack, and on day four of rain and damp and wet snow (I read the claim the other day that Prince Rupert is the rainiest city on earth, though I don't know if it's really true) I had just one day of food left and had only gone 60 km, the last ten in a rigid limp. I reluctantly decided to hitch it into Terrace, wait two days to bring down the inflammation, and continue. So now I'm in Terrace, where it's been snowing for at least the last 30 hours. I've been reunited with my skis and sled and can now do what I came here to do. Tomorrow I'll be heading into the valley of the Copper River to cross over 100 km of wilderness to Telkwa. Wish me luck.