We left Nakusp for the North Okanagan to visit with family. That ride took us through the Monashee Mountains along Hwy 6, through Cherryville, Lumby, and on into Vernon. On the list of great rides from this trip, we’re rating this one at number two just behind the ride along Hwy 31A from Kaslo to Nakusp. Going through the Monashees was a treat! There are some very tight high mountain turns along this road that deserve the reputation it has as one of the best rides in Western Canada. The asphalt relentlessly snakes along sheer mountain cliffs. There is one stretch that is 8km of nothing but curves non-stop. It was a magnificent ride.
We’ve taken today to relax in our hammocks. There’s a nice cool breeze keeping the heat at bay, we’re both feeling at little lazy, and I wanted to do some blog post editing and publishing while we had some free WiFi available. Beyond that the only things I’ve really done today are make breakfast a trend go to the grocery store to pick up some fresh food for dinner. I expect I’ll be making that when the time comes.
Our neighbours one site over, also motorcyclists, brought us over their remaining beer a trended a bag of chips. They couldn’t fit it on the bike. It was kind of them. We will bust it open when the other motorcycle hammockers join us this evening. Here’s to a good night and a bigger post tomorrow after we ride the 6 through the Monashees.
Bikers really know how to party.
NMBL and I both quit the party early last night. Neither of us drank much. We enjoyed good conversation, good music, and the company of some new friends. But we wanted to have a good ride in the morning. Everyone we talked to said that the 31A from Kaslo to New Denver was a great ride but to be careful. There are bears, deer, tight corners, and rough roads. Pay attention is what we were told. We wanted to be on our game.
July 1. Happy 150th Canada.
Picture a biker in your head. A real North American biker. What do you envision? It’s likely a bearded guy on a Harley, wearing leathers, shades, and a beany helmet. He may have a woman riding behind him in the post seat. There are probably some sort of side bags on the bike. Maybe something that looks like a bed roll. Lots of chrome. And the bike is loud.
Now picture a few hundred of them. That is Toad Rock on the Canada Day long weekend.
Oh. A bit of a heads up about some of the charm of Toad Rock. There are dogs, a pig, and ravens. The dogs bark all night but keep the bears away. The dogs and pig are terrible thieves. The pig in particular likes beer. Secure your food and drinks. The ravens are just loud.
Wow! And we thought yesterday was good. Now that we’re back in B.C. the rides just keep getting better. We were told that the Kootenays offered some of the best riding in the Province but I don’t think either of us was prepared for this.
NMBL and I had the usual casual morning consisting of breakfast, coffee, and a leisurely tear down of our camp. We packed up the bikes and hit the road for another day of fun but relaxed riding. It was that and more!
This trip has fewer days left in it than have passed but some of our best riding is still ahead of us. A big part of that is the 93 south through Radium and Cranbrook to Wyrie Lake Provincial Park. Right along the Continental Divide. A day of riding the Rockies; we’ll take it.
We woke up to clear skies at Bow River. After the usual breakfast and coffee we struck camp and headed out. The goal was to hook up with the 93 Interchange on the #1 west of Lake Louise. What we didn’t know at the time was that we could have continued along the 1A. Next time. We made a quick roll through Banff since NMBL had never been there. It’s crawling with tourists, ourselves included.
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When you live in the mountains they are just always there. Omnipresent. Unmoving. You navigate by them. Hike them. Ski them. And, when the vast majority of your home Province is defined by them, you can take them for granted.
Then you leave home, riding through mountains to visit flatter lands. You’re still in your home Country, but not your home Province. The roads are straight. There is a horizon. The sky goes on to eternity. Nothing breaks the straight line marking the curve of the earth and, while it has a certain beauty, it feels… odd. Like there’s not enough topography.
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We like natural history. We also like riding our motorcycles. Today we put the two together.
We’re in Drumheller, Alberta. It’s where you want to be for anything dinosaur in Canada. Drumheller is home to the world famous Royal Tyrrell Museum of Paleontology, a treasure trove of dinosaur fossils from the area. As I write I are am sitting on top of one of the largest fossil deposits in the world. That’s not hyperbole. Dinosaur fossils are pulled from the ground around here almost daily. The Royal Tyrrell Museum is a natural offshoot of that embarrassment of riches.
And from park to park. We left Saskatchewan Landing this morning after breakfast, coffee, and a brief chat with a fellow camper. She, her daughter, and a friend were heading across the country to New Foundland. She was interested in our hammocks and touring setup. We were interested in her nifty trailer! It was a teardrop that expanded. Made in Quebec. Very cool!
NMBL and I decided to take the Trans Canada again. It’s not as exciting as taking the secondaries but we couldn’t be assured of fuel when needed. So the #1 called and we answered. The ride was easy and uneventful. No tire pieces or gulls hitting us. We moved west at assn easy clip, passing places we had seen in the other direction. A stop in Moose Jaw and Swift Current for gas. A quick wave at Maple Creek as it went by. On to Alberta.