Since entering Canada I haven’t had too much of a problem waking up early considering it’s light out most the day, but this morning I overslept. I heard my 8am alarm go off and was surprised because it still seemed dark outside. I opened my tent and the sky was filled with dark clouds ready to dump on me. I got ready as fast as I could and hit the road hoping to stay ahead of any rain that may come my way.
Month: July 2015 (Page 2 of 2)
In willingly facing the unknown, we offer trust in a greater purpose to life.
Meziadin Junction –> Bell II (177.5 Miles)
I was woken up early by some dogs barking near by. Apparently, a wolf had wandered into the campsite. There’s a ranger on patrol all the time and she scared it away by firing off some blanks. I was kind of thankful that wolf showed up because it gave me an excuse to get an early start to the day. I was heading towards Hyder, AK where I heard you could watch bears fish in the creeks.
And miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.
Hixon –> Meziadin Junction (430 miles)
I woke up refreshed after one of my best night’s sleep while camping and it was a good thing because I had a long day ahead of me. It got down to 40°, which helped me get into a deep sleep. I wasn’t able to find an area free of roots to pitch my tent so I ended up using my thermarest pad for the first time. I had been too lazy previously, but I totally regret it. I will be using my sleeping pad every night going forward.
Go placidly amid the noise and haste and remember what peace there is in silence
Cache Creek –> Hixon (318 miles)
I had hoped that the mountain hills east of me would block the sun from waking me up too early, but I hadn’t considered the horses naying at 7:30am. I felt gross from the sweating all day, but luckily the ranch had hot showers. After getting my campsite and bike packed, I went up to the ranch house and grabbed a hearty breakfast while a bus of tourists filed in and took pictures with a guy dressed as a blacksmith.
There is no accumulation of strength without making choices that stretch you
Vancouver –> Cache Creek (207 Miles)
I was in no hurry to leave early after being delayed four days. I thought I may be a little rusty riding my bike after the accident, but I felt just as confident as before. I headed up to Whistler and took the Sea to Sky Highway. The ride was beautiful.
I headed to the Harley Dealer in the morning to find out more about what needed to get done on my bike before it was ridable. The front rim was dented and it was going to be another day before they can get the parts. The guys at this Harley dealer were the best. I generally get really bad service in the bay area. They were really going out of their way to find parts as fast they could and get me back on the road as fast as possible.
Seattle –> Vancouver (142 Miles)
I had planned to make it pretty far into British Columbia but my trip got put on hold after a hit and run. I was about to get back onto the highway after getting gas when traffic came to an abrupt stop. I slammed on my brakes, my bike started to fish tail, but my instincts from dirt bike racing came into effect. I was able to keep my bike upright and stopped a few feet from the car in front of me. I thought I was in the clear until I hear screeching tires behind me and the next thing I knew I was on the ground.
The idea is that flowing water never goes stale, so just keep on flowing.
Portland –> Seattle (283 Miles)
My ride to Seattle was almost as miserable as the one to Portland. I wanted to avoid any blue shield highways because the point of this trip is to make it as scenic as possible. Instead of taking I5 to Seattle, I crossed through Clatsop State Forest and rode up along the coast.