No news yet
I will call Al tomorrow and see what happened.
I will post my report on the ride here. This is a long story but I send photos of my trips to my adopted Greyhound in Florida. So this is not intended to be a report for riders,
in which case I would ask that you give me a break. My puppy needs to see where he is going.
The trip went well for the most part, with one notable exception, but I will leave that for those who where closer, to the incident to describe.
I started with a short ride to Longview and Ian Tyson’s Navajo Mug with my son, who snapped this photo for me and then I was off on my ride
The first stop was at the town site of Frank This place still gives me the creeps, and as a special note to myself, everything in the Crowsnest Pass shuts up tight at 8 in the evening, Buy gas before 8 !!!! No exception.
I did find some people in the town of Jaffery who opened their station for me, so I was able to make my way on to Cranbrook and finally to Creston the next morning for Breakfast at Granny’s. I was not the only person to think that
Creston is at mile one on DH 1 I noticed that there actually are reasons beyond the road for people to come here
Who knew?
The end of the road is the Balfor Ferry the dock is in a very nice location.
I had something of a wait, and the line up started to grow within minutes
After a while it became tough to find a bandit in the crowd.
Just a few too many bikes on this ferry ride
Next was the town of Kaslo and I found a nice place for lunch.
Note to self $10 is too much for a cheese sandwich and a coffee.
They have an Artist market and some very nicely restored buildings.
From Kaslo I went over DH 5 to New Denver and then south to Crescent Valley the site of some awesome white water
I took the cross road to the Town of Nelson, which I have to get back to and spend some time there. I did find a nice water fall
I made it to Salmo for Saturday evening where I had made a reservation, and met with Bobcat who rode up from Washington for the ride and managed to find a room out the back of the motel. This is what Bobcat describes as the perfect Motorcycle Motel, clean and cheap.
We did look around for the other that were supposed to be meeting us.
But didn’t find each other the next morning at a coffee shop, and then after much chatting and re-fueling we got going
Now the bad part, H2rick, lost it on one of the curves about 20 km south of New Denver.
He will be alright in a few weeks, dislocated shoulder and very hard knock on the head.
His bike will need a little repair and new mirror but was in good enough shape to be ridden to New Denver for him.
After getting H2rick to hospital and sorting out his belongings we continued the ride into a rain storm and a more subdued return trip over DH5 and back to Kaslo.
From there back to the Balfor Ferry
After a night in Creston and a Breakfast at Granny’s (recommended, along with the motel next door) I headed off for home and made my way back through the Crowsnest.
This area is called The Whale Back, There are no roads here and no road signs, and is one of the last unbroken natural areas on the Eastern Slopes of the Rockies.
Note the sky in this second photo.
It contains hail, lots of hail, an inch thick on the road for a stretch of a couple of miles.
Yes to end my trip I was treated to a 150 km ride in rain and hail. At one point I had to ride the rumble strip on the shoulder to keep traction.
It sounds like I was not the only one to have a rough ride home.
I hope every one else made it home safe and dry.