I bought my 2007 BMW F650GS last summer, so being new to ADV riding, I have been a bit nervous about doing much off-pavement stuff. My friend Craig had a week of holidays booked, and we have been talking about a ride through the interior of BC for a few months. We didn't have much time for actual planning, but at the last minute I bought a used tent off ebay, threw together some basic gear and hit the road, heading for Vancouver Island from where I live in Nelson. The first morning looked a bit damp, but I was excited to hit the road anyway. I'm sure my ebay tent has enough poles, a fly etc. and I did watch a you tube video of how to fix a flat tire on a motorcycle. And I brought some Tic Tacs in case I was stranded and got hungry.
I ended up riding 2,212 kms on this little excursion, hopefully you don't mind sitting through my holiday pictures. The first couple of days is on pavement in the north Cascades on highway 20 (Washington State)
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"if you photograph your bike in dirt on the edge of Hwy 3, you will magically become a competent off-road rider"
I know this road really well, but it's still fun. It's also nice to stop along the way and taking photographs for a Ride Report is a good excuse.
This flower is called Indian Paintbrush, or at least, that's what we used to call it when I was a kid....
The geography changes pretty quickly along here, you leave the mountainous temperate rainforest of the Kootenays, and move into more arid sagebrush country.
I saw this great dirt road heading up into the hills....looks perfect, but his is near Rock Creek and won't get me to Vancouver Island, so this is as far as I went. In front is the first of many cattle guards that we would see on this trip.
Dropping down from the hills, the holiday town of Osoyoos and its vineyards and orchards appears. This is a great twisty stretch of highway, and quite an elevation drop.
I stopped for gas in Osoyoos, and headed for the U.S. border. Crossing any border always freaks me out, but this time everything was fine. We cross the border from Nelson to Spokane quite often, and have had some pretty weird shakedowns lately. It's a notorious drug smuggling section of the U.S./Can. border so I guess its warranted. A couple months ago, we were coming back across from a day out in Spokane with another couple. It was pitch dark out, and we were the only vehicle at the remote border station. The two border guards were very polite, efficiently processing our purchases, charging taxes etc. They seemed a bit more serious and looked more 'professional' than the usual crew, who often give the impression that their last job was with the post office, or a convenience store. We were ready to get back in the truck when he announced that we were to pull the vehicle into the lighted area and proceeded to snap on the rubber gloves, as did his partner. We all stood around in the hum of the big lights, moths flitting around, everything dark and quiet. He asked the four of us to line up at a big steel table and empty our pockets, open our wallets, girls empty the purses. It all seemed a bit much. He looked at me and Nick and told us to lift up our shirts. Uhhhhh, OK. Confirming that we had no explosives duct taped around our torsos he says, "for our safety, please stand against the brick wall while we search the vehicle" I guess old cheezies, coins and bits of gravel aren't illegal, so they let us go.
Almost immediately after crossing the border, I saw this great old sign, very politically incorrect now!
This is a huge fruit growing area. These big wooden crates are for transporting apples etc.
I had started out around noon from Nelson, and it was now getting near supper time. I hadn't really planned where to camp, so pushed on until I saw what looked like edible food, and a decent camp spot close to each other. I figured I'd found this when I rolled into the town of Twisp. The Twisp River Pub is a real beacon of good food and quality beer...they even have live music. The place was hopping as my fish Tacos arrived. Great place.
The food was great, and I could have stayed longer, but I really needed to find a place to camp. Just down the road a few minutes I found a good campground, and while they had no river front tent sites left, they had a couple spots left at the far end of the campground. Good enough, I figured. The ebay tent set up as advertised, and I settled in.
Sometime during the night I was startled awake by the sound of what must have been Harley's a few feet from my head. They were apparently setting up camp right beside me. I imagined them spotting my BMW and immediately using my tent as a urinal or something.
All three of them piled into one tent, and I never heard a thing all night.
I woke up early, I think it was 5:30, poked my head out of the tent.....'uhhh, we've got pirates!'
I see they are from BC...too bad they arrived so late...could have had a chat and a beer. I packed up as quietly as I could and eased out onto the road again.
It was such a perfect morning, fresh and cool, everything smelled dewey and clean.
This is the Methow Valley, which the Methow River wanders through on its way to the Pacific.
I was thinking about breakfast as I meandered along towards Winthrop, past some really beautiful scenery and tidy looking ranches.
Winthrop has been given the Olde West makeover, but I have to say, its actually pretty well done. It helped that I was there on a Sunday at 7:00am, before the tour buses arrived.
The Duck Brand Hotel and Cantina was where I went for Bacon and eggs. Good breakfast.
Great old buildings, even if they were faked up a bit.
Just a note here on picture hosting. I am using SmugMug to host these pics, and have to say that it is a really slick site, very easy to use. Makes the whole process really easy once you get used to it.
I'm sure many of you have been through here, if you haven't, its a great ride. After the Methow Valley, you head up into Steven's Pass. Some pretty dramatic looking rock spires, and some clouds that makes me think that I need to put on wet weather gear for the descent towards the coast.
Top of the pass looking back to the highway I had just ridden.
The crazy turquoise color of Diablo Lake is a bit of a surprise. Impressive views.
Highway 20 after this point, becomes decidedly less interesting. The rain didn't help either.
Not much to take pictures of, so I just worked my way through the mist, heading towards my early afternoon booking on the Anacortes-Sidney ferry.
A very concrete 'Welcome'. What was the name of the movie that was filmed in Concrete? I think it had a very young Leonardo de Caprio in it?
Woo hooo! The coast! I always get excited to arrive at the ocean, even if it is just to line up for the ferry.
On board the ferry. Its always something of a shock to realize that one is a tourist, and while I'm staring at all of them, people are probably looking at me in my weird get up. Not quite as colorful as this lady, but close.
The ferry stops at Friday Harbour on San Juan Island, to offload and pick up passengers. I wish I had time to stop, as we used to come here to visit my Uncle, and I have great memories of the place.
When we were almost at Sidney, the captain announced that we were going to come close to a couple of tall ships.
They looked great on such a beautiful day.
We landed at Sidney, and was one of the first few vehicles off the boat, which was good, as I had to catch the Mill Bay ferry in 55 minutes. I pulled up to the customs officer, who asked the usual list of questions, including, did I have mace or bear spray? I said that, yes, I had bear spray....and immediately regretted it, as I thought of my 55 minutes ticking down. He took a step back and said 'Bear Spray! Ohhhhh...yer gonna have to line up over there' so I wait for a second interrogation from another customs dude.
Great. The next guy walks up and says, 'so you have some mace?' I said 'well no, bear spray' He asked to see the can, and as long as it says its for spraying bears, not people, you're good to go. Huh?
I made the Mill Bay ferry in plenty of time, then picked up my friend Craig up island. We spent the night at his place, then had a leisurely start the next day, heading for the Nanaimo ferry, planning to stay at a friends place in Whistler that night.
It was pretty rainy when we hit Horseshoe Bay, so had to drag out the wet weather gear.
The Sea to Sky hwy up to Whistler was fine, just a bit much traffic for my liking.
We stayed at my friend Grant's palatial digs in Whistler....we were pretty pleased to see he had a heated garage for the wet bikes and gear.
Grant is a contractor and had recently renovated this house...it was pretty nice, to say the least.
We had a great meal at an Indian Restaurant in Whistler, and a checked out of the 'Hotel Grant' the next morning pretty early, and struck out for Pemberton, where we hoped to get off the pavement and onto the dirt.
There is a great breakfast stop in Pemberton called the Blackbird Bakery. Great coffee and croissants. We also bought sandwiches to pack along for lunch. We did a bit of spur of the moment route planning over some very good lattes. We had heard of the Hurley River FS Road, but thought that it would be closed because of the slide. We figured that to be sure, we'd stop in at the RCMP station in Pemberton to ask what the status was. The female officer on duty was very nice, but looked at us like we were seriously stupid when we asked about the Hurley River Rd..... "I THINK its open .... but you do realize that the Duffy Lake road is paved, and will get you to Lillooet faster?" We tried to explain, but I don't think she was buying it.
You may have heard on the news last week of a massive mudslide/avalanche at Meager Creek just up the road in this same valley.
40 Million cubic metres of mud, debris and snow came careening down Meager Creek and slid into the Lillooet River.
They say its the second largest slide in modern history in BC.
Here's a picture of the slide. photo credit: Bonny Markarewicz
After gassing up, we headed up Pemberton Meadows Rd. into the Pemberton Valley following the Lillooet River.
We were really excited to hear that the Hurley River Rd might be open. I'd seen some other RR's on it and it looked fantastic.
Crossing the Lillooet River...looks pretty muddy...we could see that it had been much higher in recent days.
Wooooooo Hoooooo!! Its open! The gate that closed the rest of the road because of the mudslide was right after the turn off to Hurley, so we were in luck.
Had a funny thing happen on this stretch of gravel road. We were bombing along, eager to get the Hurley River. Rd., juddering over some pretty bumpy washboards....when I caught a flash of yellow in my rearview mirror. I whipped my head around to see my sleeping bag in its yellow waterproof bag merrily bouncing along the road behind me. I hit the brakes and headed back to get it. As I got off the bike, I noticed that my tent and sleeping pad were gone too! I cant believe I hadn't noticed. I was standing in the middle of the road holding my my sleeping bag, looking like a dork, wondering just where in the hell my other gear was, when a 4x4 truck comes barreling around the corner. They pull right up to me and an attractive girl gets out of the passenger side of the truck, holding my tent and sleeping mat. Apparently I had lost them a couple km's back and they were trying to chase me down. I sheepishly thanked her, feeling like a total amateur.
More to come!!!