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.
- The best advice we got for this trip was to camp in Recreation
Sites. These are low cost or FREE rustic campgrounds,
often in beautiful, remote sites, like on a lake, and at the end
of or along a gravel road. Recreation sites are not always
marked with signs on main roads or even on gravel roads - you
need to have something printed out with the sites marked to find
many of them, because the online interactive map is useless in
much of Vancouver Island, especially in the North, as there
isn't phone access. The sites are accessed via gravel roads,
have only pit toilets (out houses, as they are called in
both Canada and Kentucky), and do NOT have potable water. Every
site should have a fire pit and a picnic table but these can get
moved around by other visitors. Campers must carry out
everything they pack in - there is no garbage service. More than
one person recommended the Vancouver Island Backroad Mapbook,
and we absolutely should have bought it - even a cheaper, used
older version would have been SO helpful.
- I almost hate to share this secret... but the Chinook
Campground at Bush Pioneer Park in Bay Center, Washington
State is a great place to camp for a night if you are on
your way up or down the Pacific Coast in the USA. And it is
reservable! I will always make a reservation for our first night
out on a trip if I can, and since that was going to be a Friday
night before Labor Day, I knew it was absolutely essential to do
so if we didn't want to end up on sleeping
literally on the side of a gravel road like last year. You
can reserve a site at this tiny and usually quiet campground by
emailing
the contact info on this page. Like any campground, how
quiet it is depends on other campers. The closer to the ocean,
the better the site, IMO. There's a nice little hike down to the
shoreline, and comparing the
shoreline in the evenings and in the mornings is a must:
what a contrast! There is a KOA campground not too far away with
a tiny grocery, and there is sometimes a restaurant within
walking distance (it was still closed when we were there). The
Pioneer Cemetery is an easy walk from the campground and worth a
visit if you have some daylight after your camp setup. The site
is managed by the Chinook Nation.
- The second night out on our way to up Canada we stayed at Dungeness
Forks Campground in Olympic National Forest in
Washington State and here's another secret I almost hate
sharing: site 8 in this campground is often unused. It's behind
site 9, you can't park next to it in a car, and few know it's
there. The parking spot for it is across from the river, not
next to the site itself, and if
the weeds aren't mowed (and they weren't when we were
there) and if
the little sign for it has been vandalized or someone has
parked in front of it (as was the case when we were
there), you cannot see the marker for it nor the path to it. I
saw it only because I was standing next to the pit toilet, sad
that we were going to have camp rough and waiting for Stefan to
come back from finding a rough camp site. When my eyes locked on
to the almost hidden and completely empty picnic table, which I
could see through site 9, I almost took off running. We
parked our motorcycles right inside the campsite, which
meant we'd left the official parking spot empty. Later, when I
saw a VW van circling, looking for a spot, I ran over and told
them they should use our parking spot to camp since we weren't,
and they were SO THRILLED. To get to this campground, with its
just 10 campsites, you go down a crazy steep one lane unpaved
road and it's really demoralizing to make that journey and
there's no where to camp. I was happy at how much better I was
able to ride the road versus when
I was there in 2017. The Dungeness Forks Campground closes
for the season on the third Monday of September. Don't even
think about taking a trailer there. One last note: while
standing at the river next to the parking lot, we got to see a
bald eagle. That will never NOT be a thrill for me.
- And this reminds me: campers, please help out other campers,
especially in remote areas. Don't just smirk as you watch people
circle a campground looking for a site, missing the open site
you know is there. I will always flag someone down, especially
as night is falling, to let someone know a site is open that
they may not know is open (usualy because an expired reservation
tag has been left on the post). Consider sharing your site in a
full campground - someone did that for us once, and we've never
forgotten that incredible kindness. And thank you to the campers
at various sites who have said yes when we asked them to take
our small bag of trash out. When we try to pack out our bag of
trash, it sometimes comes off the bike and spills who knows
where, and we hate that.
- The
ferry ride from Port Angeles to Victoria, Vancouver Island,
Canada is pleasant enough, but be sure to take some ginger ale
if you are, like me, prone to sea sickness, and get
reservations, because it almost always sells out. Motorcyclists
beware, however: they put us on last and provided NO help
anchoring the bikes. They also separated Stefan and I, putting
us on different sides of the boat, which meant that, when we
left the boat, we went through customs at different times and in
different lanes, and customs wasn't really happy about this -
but the guy dealing with me got over it quickly when he asked
suspiciously when finding out I wasn't alone, "Well, why aren't
you together?" and I shot back, "You will have to ask the ferry
staff that separated us when we boarded. I'm still very angry
about it." Realizing I was she-who-should-not-be-upset, he
immediately backed off and let me through.
- Getting out of the ferry port at Victoria, Vancouver Island is
really difficult: you have to stop on a steep hill at a stop
sign right out of the port, and you have to wait for both a
break in traffic and a break in pedestrians, which can take a
long, long time - it's packed with traffic and pedestrians. The
authorities in Victoria should be out there when a ferry
arrives, directing traffic.
- Victoria is a gorgeous city and I absolutely want to go back
and explore it. It's one of the most beautiful arrivals in a
city I have ever experienced. But be aware that, just like
everywhere, it has a big problem with drug users. While waiting
at stop lights and working out way through traffic and
eventually out of town, we saw people preparing things to smoke
meth and an entire building taken over by squatters, as well as
numerous people looking to score. Don't leave your bike
unattended under any circumstances in Victoria.
- The roads leading into and out of Victoria, as well as much of
highway 19 north of the city, are four lane highways and boring
and you will wonder why you came to Vancouver Island on a
motorcycle vacation. Be patient - they eventually turn into two
lane, much more interesting roads. I had no idea that part of
the island was so developed and so crowded. I spent the first
two hours riding thinking we'd made a huge mistake because of
the huge, busy highway 14 leading West, surrounded by sprawl.
Thankfully, the whole island isn't that way.
- Highway 19A, going along the East Coast, is worth the time to
take, at least one way. You do get some nice ocean views and go
through some quaint areas.
- Main
gravel roads on Vancouver Island are wide and are hard packed
dirt and gravel and most people travel them by regular
passenger car. They are easy to ride, but bumpy. They are
maintained by lumber companies. They aren't as scenic as we were
hoping for, but they are much more interesting ways of getting
around than taking main roads, and there are lots of remote
campgrounds off of them that are quite scenic and worth the
trip.
- If there is a sign in front of a campground that says "full",
and it's a huge campground with more than 50 sites, and it's
late, and it's raining, and there's still someone at the gate,
ask if, in fact, there are some abandoned sites. We did our
first night and, surprise, got a great site despite the
"campground full" sign. It might have helped that the staff
person was also a motorcycle rider...
- Most Canadian provencial parks stop taking reservations after
Labor Day and become First Come, First Serve - but NOT all of
them! Some still take reservations well past Labor Day - and if
they do, they will be full on the weekends, no matter the
weather.
- Port Alberni is easy to skip - it looks a bit rough in
parts - but you might want to have a closer look. The Harbour
Quay on Argyle street is worth
visiting for lunch and probably for supper too or just to
see a nice water view, as is Argyle Street itself. I almost wish
we'd stayed in the area, just to have a night walking up and
down the street in the evening visiting bars and shops. If you
are visiting the entire island, it's likely you are going
through this city twice. Don't just fly through - stop and have
a look at the Harbour Quay.
- Yes, the fish and seafood offerings in Vancouver Island are amazing
- take advantage of it every time you can in a restaurant.
- The scenic
viewpoints between Ucluelet and Tofino are must stops. If
they are open (sometimes one or two won't be, for maintenance),
you will want to stop and see the incredible views of the ocean
and watch the surfers. There ARE parking fees - we didn't pay
them, because we stopped for just a few minutes at each, since
the weather wasn't super great.
- We wish we had stayed in Ucluelet instead of Tofino.
It's 25 miles from Tofino and for the brief time we were there,
it looked much more like a city we would like. The itineraries on this
web site show why. Had we done some research, we probably
would have booked a room in Ucluelet instead of Tofino and
enjoyed a couple of days there.
- If you love Sun Valley, Idaho or Lake Tahoe, California or
Jackson Hole, Wyoming, you will love Tofino. You
absolutely must have a reservation to ensure you get to stay
there, no matter your budget. The visitor center just outside of
town is wonderful and helped us get a private room at the hostel
in Tofino (see below). There is no place to walk along the water
in Tofino, no place to sit and watch the water, to watch
planes flying off and landing on the water, to watch the
water taxis come and go, no old town to stroll through - it's a
place to shop for over-priced everything, look fabulous in
designer everything and to PARTY! Stefan pointed out that we
were the fattest people in town (thanks, honey). I wanted to sit
outside and watch the water and drink beer and we found a place
- a driveway behind our hostel with some
wooden pallets stacked up next to a light pole. It was not
all bad: the hostel was terrific (see below), there is a really
great place to look at and buy First Nations-designed items: the
House Of Himwitsa, on the tip of the island, quite near
the hostel, and we ate at the Schooner Restaurant and the
Pacific Rim Hot Pot was amazing: fresh white fish, Island
mussels, a scallop and plump prawns simmered in a spicy red Thai
inspired curry coconut cream with basmati rice. Also had
a whiskey sour. Stefan liked his salmon but said the
grilled salmon I prepare back home is better.
- If you love Tofino, you are going to love Telegraph Cove
as well. For the rest of us: there is NO campground there, it is
packed with people, parking is extremely difficult, its packed
with cars looking for parking or some place to stay and it feels
like a tourist trap. If you want to go, get a reservation to
stay overnight somewhere - it's the only way you will have a
parking place just to walk around. Otherwise, don't bother.
- The farthest North we went was Port Hardy. Not much
there, and the visitor's center was closed. But it does have
really beautiful vistas of the ocean and there are some nice
totems on a paved walk along the ocean. Apparently, it has
excellent diving. I wish there had been a cultural center - or
the visitor's center had been open (mid day on a Saturday!). I
wish there had been something to take up our time for a couple
of hours. There are also enough down-on-their-luck folks
gathering in parking lots of varous places that I didn't feel
comfortable leaving the bikes out of our view. We didn't go
farther north because, from what we read, there are no vehicle
accessible campgrounds on the most Northern Coast. We didn't see
any signs for whale watching or other tours, so we ate lunch,
enjoyed the ocean scenery and left.
- Canadian pit toilets are amazing! Clean, very little oder,
using less building materials that US National Forest pit
toilets (which must have a far greater problem with vandalism),
and the building materials are sometimes made with recycled
plastics. I still find it funny that they call them out houses,
as we do back in Kentucky.
- Internet access or better research beforehand would have made
for a better trip. I wish I had researched First Nations
cultural centers and events, wildlife tours and historic towns
before we left, so we had a better idea of what was in the areas
where we went. Maybe we should have stayed in Victoria the first
night just to get a local sim card and get our bearings - having
smart phone access would have meant we could have used Google
Maps and seen far more of what was around us that we might not
know about just driving by.
Where we stayed on Vancouver Island - and it was the campsites that
really made the trip wonderufl:
- Goldstream Provincial Park: the web site that
recommended this said "despite being so close to Victoria,
Goldstream feels like a world away." Absolutely true. You drive
through an industrial area and run down neighborhood to get here
and will be thinking, "There can't be a nice campground here."
There is! Apparently there's a lot of hiking here as well. Get a
reservation if you can to ensure you can stay here. And don't be
put off as you are driving to it through an industrial and
unattractive neighborhood - inside the park is another world.
Added bonus: there's a Tim Horton's not too far away (too far to
walk), great place to load up on coffee and get Internet
access.
- Gordon Bay Provincial Park: this is a short walk away
from the very pretty Cowichan Lake, which apparently is awesome
for swimming - but it was too cool to do so on the day we were
there. Lovely forested campround, no doubt wildly popular
in-season because of the swimming. We had it almost to
ourselves.
- Sproat Lake Provincial Park. Two vehicle accessible
campgrounds, with the ‘Lower’ one being closer to the lake, also
a handful of walk-in campsites located close to the lake. But we
chose the upper campground because it had many more trees. The
reason this campground is worth stopping at: the
prehistoric petroglyphs. If you know us, or you read our
travelogues regularly, you know how much we love pictographs and
petroglyphs. I love how they can be found worldwide, I love how
humans everywhere have always felt compelled to express
themselves through art. And ongoing discoverings and research
have indicated that most
rock art may have been done by WOMEN.
- Quinsam, Elk Falls Provincial Park. Apparently this
place never stops taking reservations. Unlike other campgrounds,
the staff here doesn't keep track of no shows or early
departures, and so some sites will sit empty, despite people
needing a place to stay and despite it being obvious the people
who were there have left early (our camp host at this site was a
jerk). Not a pretty campground, but a midway point for most
people exploring the island, so it's always busy. Visiting
nearby Elk Falls is a must: one blogger said "this 25
metre waterfall is one of the most impressive on the island."
Suspension bridge offers incredible views but is scary and I
wouldn't go far on it. It's the only hiking we did - it's
so hard to hike in biker gear, and bringing my hiking sticks,
which I must have for a hike, seems too cumbersome for a
motorcycle trip.
- HI Tofino, Whalers on the Point Guesthouse - a
Hosteling International hostel. This is a beautiful hostel, one
of the best I've ever been in, with a
beautiful view of the ocean from the common room and a
really helpful staff. But it is expensive: we got a private
room, with our own bathroom (no shower), for about $150 USA. For
just one night, and to have a night not camping, and a night
having a beautiful dinner, and visiting House Of Himwitsa, on
hindsight, it was worth it, but, wow... still can't believe we
paid that much for a hostel. We were also the oldest, and
fattest, people there. But Stefan
got to play some pool with the Youngs, who were all in the
area to surf. How do they afford to stay there? Some are working
there in exchange for a room.
- Muchalat Lake Campground is a recreation site about 15
km NW of Gold River on a hard-packed dirt and gravel road. We
found out about it from our waitress at a cafe in Gold River.
She told us it was fantastic and it absolutely was. It was
our favorite night of the trip. It was glorious. We ended
up with a
site right on the beautiful lake, and with two pit toilets
not too far. We did, indeed, do a bit of swimming and walked
down to the shore regularly to look
at the lake at different times. This was the first "oh my
god I am so glad we came here" moment of the trip. It was not
the last. The next morning, we continued on the road North and
rejoined highway 19 to Port Hardy.
- Clint Beek (Keogh Lake) near Port Mcneill. Another
fantastic, remote, picturesque recreation site near a
beautiful lake. There's a big grassy area, picnic shelter
and sandy beach that are well-used by locals visiting for just
the day. The local tribe prohibits motorized boats, meaning it
is oh-so-peaceful and is a paddleboard paradise. Added bonus:
the guy camping next door with Uma the dog.
- Kitty Coleman Provincial Park. The
campground is RIGHT on the coast, and it is gorgeous. What
a treasure. You can call the caretaker (250 338-1332) to check
how many sites are available or just show up and hope for the
best - as we did. We were lucky enough to watch a sea lion and
see a rainbow over the harbor. VERY hard to find - put it on
your GPS device before you go. Away from the coast, the area is
filled with small, lovely farms selling all sorts of fruits and
vegetables.
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:
- Staying at Kentucky-Alleyne Park. Stefan saw a
"Kentucky Lake" on the map and we had to check it out. We ended
up camping there. It is BEAUTIFUL. The
water is a beautiful turquoise and the shoreline and lake
bottom of Kentucky Lake are this beautiful gray color - we were
told by a park manager it was because the area is volcanic. A
small herd of deer passed through the site in the evening. The
lakes are perfect for paddle boarding or canoeing. The whole
area is magical. No one knew why it was called what it was
called. There's a web site that claims it was named after the
first black person to be elected to a provincial legislature in
Canada, but that's not true - the first black provincial
legislator was Leonard Braithwaite.
- Riding Coalmont Road, which is kinda sorta parallel
to 5A. I was ready to buy a ranch and move there. It's a mix of
paved and dirt/gravel, but very
easy dirt/gravel. Added bonus was finding the
historic Coalmont
Hotel. Coalmont was a tiny mining town, 11 miles (18
km) northwest of Princeton, British Columbia, Canada, on the
Tulameen River. The town was established in 1912 as a supply
point to a coal mine at Blakeburn. When the coal mine went away,
so did the town, though there is still a tiny settlement there,
and several vacation homes on the nearby lake. The Coalmont
Hotel opened in 1912, along with the town. It celebrated its
100th anniversary in 2012 and its bar reopened for business in
2014. However, by the summer of 2015, it was all closed once
more. We think someone is living in the back now. I've long
dreamed of restoring and operating a historic hotel.
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:
- We really lucked out regarding the weather and the smoke. We
had less rain than we've ever had on a Canada trip, and far less
smoke than ever before on any trip in the last 10 years.
- We don't swim in cloudy lakes and we don't go under the water
when we swim in lakes, no matter how clear - we'll pass on the
whole brain-eating amoebas, thanks. But I LOVE taking that dip
in the water on these trips.
- We so rarely end up in the same campground as other motorcycle
travelers, and this trip was no exception. We see them on the
road, we see them on back roads, they are out there - but we
rarely end up staying in the same place. It's just nice to
sometimes drink a beer and talk about the trip with someone also
traveling. I wish it happened more often.
- At least three people recognized Stefan's original Honda
Africa Twin. We get a lot of people asking what it is, or asking
why it looks different than the current Africa Twin, but these
three folks knew exactly what it was. One called it "the real
Africa Twin." I always enjoy when people come over to talk to us
about the bikes and our trips. Most think we're on some huge RTW
trip because of Stefan's panniers, which have maps of everywhere
he's been on a motorcycle. They seem let down when we say we
live in Oregon (and therefore haven't come that far).
- Cruise America / Cruise Canada has a rival: Canadream!
We saw their branded vehicles everywhere. And they have
camper vans and truck shells for rent, not just RVs. Every time
we saw Cruise Canada or Canadream, we'd joke, "There go the
Dutch." We were right next to some campers in one at one point
and, yes, they turned out to be Dutch.
- I got more compliments for riding a motorcycle than I've ever
had. I absolutely beam at "good for you!" comments.
- I got to sit on a Triumph Tiger that was low enough for me! I
think it was a 900 GT Low Ride Height model. At 5' 4", it's rare
I can sit on someone else's adventure motorcycle and touch the
ground - this fit me as well as the KLR! Thanks to the guy at
Kentucky-Alleyne Park for letting me sit on his bike!
I 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 wish more women rode motorcycles.
- I'm getting old and I hate it. I'll be 58 in a few months, and
I feel all those years everywhere in my body. In addition to
struggling to get in and out of the tent because of my aging
joints and all the weight I've regained, and having my massive
belly hit the tank bag when I get on and off the motorcycle, I
also got sick twice on this trip, once with a cold and once with
a gastrointestinal issue. I pack a variety of medications and I
was able to manage all the aches, pains and discomfort without
ever having to pause this trip, but it all really slowed me
down, and I think it those two boughts of illness, my age and my
weight absolutely affected my enthusiasm and stopped me from
suggesting something like a real hike. There's no ignoring my
age or my weight - and there's nothing I can do about my age. I
don't want to think about the time when I can no longer tent
camp, when I can no longer ride an adventure motorcycle. But I
am, indeed, thinking about it. It scares me.
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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