By the Sea, by the Sea, by the Beautiful Sea! (or a Lake):
A 17-day Motorcycle Adventure in
Vancouver Island, Mainland British Columbia & the Northern Cascades

About 2500 miles / 4000 kilometers
September 2023

For this year's fall motorcycle tour, we chose to stay close to home, probably because the Belize adventure in January required so much planning and time and effort to get there and we are facing the same thing for next January and Guatemala. Stefan (coyotetrips) suggested Vancouver Island in British Columbia, Canada, and it was a great idea: it's beautiful with great camping, interesting roads, beautiful vistas and super friendly people - and it didn't take a week to get there.

A big problem in motorcycle trip planning now is that we are running out of new things to see in the Pacific Northwest - we have rather thoroughly explored this area over the years!

I've decided not to write a full travelogue about this mostly-Vancouver Island trip. It's not that it's not worthy of such, it's not that it wasn't yet another grand adventure. In fact, this trip redeemed Canada for me - we've done two trips to Canada and while I enjoyed them, on those trips, to get to the best parts, we rode through a lot of what I considered boring landscapes and on really boring roads. This trip didn't have any jaw-dropping moments, but overall, it was beautiful almost every day, and on the few days it wasn't beautiful, we experienced that Canada Nice that everyone talks about but that, up until now, we hadn't really experienced. But I'm tired, more tired than inspired, and so, no traditional travelogue.

Instead, I'm going to write highlights and information I think might help others who are considering visiting Vancouver Island and some parts of the British Columbia mainland, especially by motorcycle, and add some personal thoughts at the end. But if you want more information about our trip and where we stayed and what we thought about this or that, you can read the descriptions on my photos - there's lots more information and commentary there.


Where we stayed on Vancouver Island - and it was the campsites that really made the trip wonderufl:
Paddle boards and surfing are THE thing in Vancouver Island - and beyond. I love sharing a body of water with them: they are peaceful and gentle, there's no loud motors or radios or music. It's just about enjoying the water and the scenery. I could watch them all day, whether on lakes or the ocean. And it was fascinating outside of Tofino to see bicycles that had been altered so they can carry surf boards.

We were on Vancouver Island for 10 nights. I had hoped we woud be there for at least seven, so I was pleased we were there even longer. I had wanted to find a place that we loved so much we wanted to stay two nights, but that never happened.

We missed the ferry from the island to Powell River on the mainland, and therefore didn't get to do the Sunshine Coast highway. We hadn't planned on doing it at all, but when we got up that morning, we had a lucky break in the weather and realized we could experience sunshine on the Sunshine Coast highway. But it was not to be - we didn't check the ferry schedules the night before.

We headed instead to Nanaimo, a very big, ugly city packed with strip malls and chain restaurants, and the digital signs directing us to the port were noting a ferry three hours later - meaning that we had missed our desired ferry AGAIN. But we still had 45 minutes for that ferry we wanted, so we pushed on, hoping that maybe, just maybe, we could still get in. AND WE DID. We were two of the last three people they let on the ferry, probably because we were all on motorcycles. And oh happy day, they let us on first.

Getting off the ferry was a bit of a challenge: there was a nasty uphill right turn onto a two-lane road and, much to my shock, I was able to do it smoothly - maybe it's because I didn't have time to panic, I knew I had to just do it NOW. But for several kilometers, there was NO WHERE to pull over - Stefan was dying for a cigarette and we also wanted to stop for a bit and get our bearings. The towns are on the side of mountains - I don't do well stopping on sharp hills, especially if I have to make a turn from the stop, so we had to keep bypassing exits. The Sea-to-Sky highway was not impressing me - it was packed with traffic. As we pushed on North, we started seeing signs for Provincial Park camping - and every time we stopped, we found they were all full. Some were so full, people were camping in the parking lots of such. One Provincial Park worker we tried to talk to was so unhelpful, I had to write a complaint about her later. The sun was setting. It was cold. It looked like rain. Traffic was horrible. We were running out of gas and not seeing gas stations. It's the feeling I hate most on a trip.

I saw a big sign for Whistler RV Park and Campground and we headed there. We usually loathe private campgrounds, but I felt we had no choice. It's up a steep road and once there, they not only had a place for us, it turned out to be a beautiful campsite and the rare private one that treats tent campers and van campers with respect: such are put into a forested area near the bathrooms with flush toilets and hot water. And it was not stupid expensive. And it had Internet access! The views from the campground are spectacular. I highly recommend this place.

Knowing what we know now, I wish we had visited the Squamish Lil’wat Cultural Centre. Squamish and Whistler are cities that cater primarily to winter sport folks, alpine bicyclists, etc., the shops are all very high end, condos abound - they are a lot like Tofino, Jackson Hole, etc. And if that's your thing, great. But we're more into historic small towns and accessible hiking.

We used that Internet access for much needed research: to find a place to have a nice breakfast at a restaurant the next day and to think about where we were going the next two days, because we really had no idea. The next morning, after a scary moment where I did, literally, run out of gas on the busy highway, we ended up at the Wild Wood Cafe in a very working class part of Whislter just off the highway. The breakfast was delicious - hurrah, Internet research!

Rain was hitting as we left the restaurant, so we put on rain gear and then headed up the highway, passing through Pemberton, a completely different experience than Whistler. Pemberton has a large population of First Nations people, it's the flat part of the valley, and it's a speed trap that, thankfully, we did not get caught in.

But the big surprise was when the road changed to Duffey Lake Road. What a ride! It's a long, winding pass through the mountains and its gorgeous. Added bonus: the RV in front of us pulled over as soon as they realized what a winding road it was and that a very long line of people would be stuck behind them. The rain stopped, though it was still overcast, and it was an all-out glorious ride. And then the real payoff: a bear! A driver coming towards us had made the "slow down" sign, and at first we thought it was a group of wild birds crossing the road, but just a bit later, we found three cars parked on the side of the road, all watching the bear saunter down the road. Everyone gave the bear space, no one tried to do something stupid like get out of their cars and approach the bear, try to feed the bear, etc. What a thrill!

We reached the end of the road at last and turned off onto highway 97, heading south into Cache Creek. Our aim was the Sunset Motel - we were needing showers and a proper bed and a break from putting up and taking down the tent. And we were SO needing that taco stand just down the street - best tacos we've had since Mexico, or Austin, Texas. The Sunset Motel doesn't look like much from the outside, but our room was wonderful: very clean, actually quite attractive, with a fridge and excellent Internet. And an adorable cat in the office.

The next day, as we headed to a so-so breakfast in the restaurant behind a nearby gas station, I finally recognized the town as a place we'd been before: we'd stopped there on our way up to the Yukon back in 2015.

I highly recommend the route we took from here back to the USA. I'll get the map from Stefan of this area and share it so you can see it. It was so much more scenic and beautiful than we went to the Yukon once upon a time. Among the highlights:
Heading to the border, we went through Keremeos, the Fruit Stand Capital of Canada, and Cawston, the Organic Farming Capital of Canada, and we didn't really realize we should have stopped in one of them until we were through. In addition to fruit, there were places to get a proper lunch, get ice cream, get hot buttered corn... a shame we didn't realize it until we were passed it and had already eaten.

We crossed the border at Osoyoos and started looking for a campground. We saw a sign for Conconully State Park and after stopping for gas, headed that way. It was a lovely ride, but when we got to the state park, we found a big, empty campground offering no privacy at all. Stefan said "No way" so we headed back up to check out Liar's Cove Resort, a private campground we'd seen signs for. It's not noted on the road signs, but they DO allow tents, including down by the lake. "Resort" is a bit of a stretch - it's a well-worn private camping, fishing and swimming site that's probably seen better days. BUT, it's clean, it has flush toilets, and if other campers are quiet, it's quiet. And it has Internet access! Had it been raining, we would have booked a "Cabin Country Suite", which is actually a bunk house room, but we had lovely weather and perfect star watching. We even took a dip in the lake. If only the ONE RV camper there had not been listening to talk radio... and one of the few other guests staying in one of the cabins hadn't obstructed our view... I countered with playing Robbie Fulks and looking at the amazing stars. We even saw a few shooting stars.

The next day, we headed across the Northern Cascades. I had been across before, back in 2017, but it had been so smokey, and I had been so unsure of myself on my motorcycle, I didn't enjoy it. This time, I loved it. I especially loved when I looked behind me and saw I was leading about nine other motorcycles. Leader of the pack, vroom vroom! I eventually moved over so they could pass, as I knew they all wanted to go much faster than me.

We stopped briefly at the Newhalem, Skagit River Hydroelectric Project, just to pee. We didn't take photos this time, but this place is just so wild. Check out the Temple of Power photo from our visit there in 2017. The whole place is propaganda for hydroelectric power.

We would love to have traveled from Darrington to Granite Falls by Mountain Loop Highway, the back road that we think is mostly dirt and gravel, but it was getting super late. It was Friday night and the weather was gorgeous, so we knew it was going to be SO hard to find a place. Somehow, we got lucky, and found a spot at Verlot Campground in Mt. Baker-Snoqualmie National Forest - it was fully booked the next night, but had three openings that night. The campground is right next to the road, unfortunately, but the traffic died down, we were exhausted, and because of the campfire ban, people weren't sitting outside into the late night playing radios and talking - so the campground was largely silent. And it was glorious. The site has flush toilets - something SO rare for national campgrounds. And it's right next to a picturesque river with large boulders.

After getting onto Interstate 405 for about an hour to save time, so we could be back at home, for sure, at a reasonable hour on Sunday, and after getting stuck for a bit in Washington state fair traffic and then in the endless, ugly sprawling town of Puyallup, we started to get back into beautiful landscape. I saw a turnoff for Ike Kinswa State Park and took it. I was skeptical we would find a place, but what a shock - we got a GREAT spot right on the lake and it was wonderful to take a dip in it. It's a lovely campground, but it had two drawbacks: the boaters on the lake have the loudest motors possible and we were charged the extra vehicle fee (for which I have already gotten a refund - do NOT mess with me, people). But the noise was out of control. We'll never go back because of the noise, which is such a shame, because it's such a beautiful park.

And then we were home, to a very judgemental dog. We celebrated with naps.
 
Some random observations & personal thoughts:
a boardI believe that I improve as a motorcycle rider every year, and I felt really confident on this trip - I didn't spend a lot of time feeling like I was a forever beginner, which I usually do on trips. No, I'll never ride as well as Stefan or most KLR riders. I'll never be able to chose to explore any old dirt road that I see. I sometimes forget to turn off my turn signal. I can't turn around on a tiny two-late road, lickity split, or turn around tightly without putting my foot down. I'll leave it to others to say all the many other things I do wrong - I'm sure it's a lot. What I know is that riding over the Northern Cascades this time was completely different than when I did it back in 2017, when I didn't even want to pull over to enjoy the view because the inclines scared me so much. That riding the main dirt roads of Vancouver Island on this trip never completely freaked me out - in fact, I mostly enjoyed those roads. That I got up the VERY complicated right turn out of Horseshoe Bay after the ferry was a major morale boost. And as I noted earlier, I've never had so many compliments and encouragement from strangers on a trip. On this trip, while having lunch or something, I watched a guy on a new motorcycle, all freshly outfitted, with him wearing all the latest and best gear, and he struggled to leave the somewhat complicated parking lot. And I thought, yeah, sometimes, that's me, and that's okay, but for the most part, I'm a better rider than that. I put this image up on the left because it's my philosophy when riding on an unknown dirt and gravel road: I need to investigate a bit first, because it's really, really hard to turn around sometimes when I realize I've bitten off more than I can chew.

I love my KLR so much. It's such a wonderful bike. I'm going to keep learning, and I hope, keep improving, until my body absolutely refuses to do it anymore.

You can see all my photos here. You can see far, far more at Stefan's site.  

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