At any rate, made it to Canada today and realized this is the first time I have ridden a bike I own outside of the US, so there's that.
I was a bit nervous about crossing the border as I'd heard it can be everything from a nothing burger to a hour long ordeal, so when I woke up at 6:30 I couldn't get back to sleep. I also wasn't really that motivated to go super early, so instead I made coffee, got 90% packed and just hung around for an hour or so sipping coffee and being lazy. I finally got my self together, loaded the bike up and was on the road around 9:30. It was slightly overcast, but still in the 80s. I was not far from the border and things were already looking different. I really liked this part of Washington, small towns, lots of orchards, good views and the people all seemed very friendly.
I had a tailwind yet again, probably what was driving the overcast weather. I felt like fall. I kept on going as I wanted to get to the border ASAP. But, it was monday and there was roadwork. Washington has great roads, but, that comes with a lot of roadworks.
On the upside, this was at about the hour mark, so it was a good opportunity to get off the bike and stretch. I got to watch a train roll by as well.
Right about the time I was as stretched as I was gonna get, we started moving. I just stuck to the pace as there was no sense in trying to pass such a long line of cars. Things spread out after a bit anyway and the scenery kept me from being bored.
One last picture in Washington (Oroville) with the border a few miles away.
Next thing I knew speed limits were dropping and I was approaching the border and it was... empty. I rolled up the the checkpoint with only two cars in front of me, both with Canadian plates. I had all my documents and made sure to kill me engine as I stopped. The guard walked behind my bike to check my tags, took my passport and asked about my plans. I read from my itinerary because I hadn't committed it to memory. He agreed Alaska was ambitious and explained which types of bear spray are legal to cross the border in case I bought any. With that I as on my way. Nice guy, but disappointingly didn't look anything like South Park has led me to believe.
And with that I was in Canada realizing I have no idea how to translate KM to Miles so speed and distance didn't compute. What's My range in KM? I adopted the get gas every 50 miles method of dealing with this and let my phone GPS tell me my speed in KMs, which btw, is irrelevant because they drive like bats out of hell, or bats fresh out of a hotbox in BC. One or the other. I watched a few passed in their wine country by cars that I think most of us would think twice about. And yet, I pass a semi a few kilometers past the end of the dashed yellow and I get the horn? But I digress...
My initial few pictures in BC were rushed as I was taking it all in
I turned around for this one because it was weird.
It's a heavily mineral rich lake with no drainage, like the salt lake on steroids but with more minerals. Very striking and as such no surprise it has a long long history as an important site for local indigenous folks. It kinda looked frozen at first glance.
I was basically in their wine country, but with more fruit stands than Napa / Sonoma can shake a vine at.
Once it ht noon I decided to stop for lunch as I had about 4 hours left to go to my destination. The place I stopped at ended up full of bikers, so I guess I chose wisely.
I got poutine, because Canada.
Then I got back on the road, and the road got good. Smooth pavement, fast sweepers, good views. Oh and those semis that don't like being passed. Subsequently this was the only picture I took on a very twisty, scenic stretch, because there were a lot of truckers hauling two trailers a piece while hauling ass, and once I got around them, I didn't wanna let them catch me. But trust me, the road was scenic and fun.
Quite some time later I happened upon this massive
copper mine. The scale is unbelievable. I didn't stop for too many photos as the wind was aggressive, blowing, I dunno what out of their dry tailings pond. But wow, mountains of tailings everywhere.
Thankfully one of the few times I had a headwind today, but it was aggressive.
After that, just miles and miles of more fun roadway which distracted me from taking pictures. Eventually I pulled off to grab a shot. Soft shoulder warning, managed to slide and not fall.
And the view of Cache Creek
Grabbed gas in Cache Creek, 94 up here, supreme!
Thought this building by the gas station was neat.
And then it was just 30 minutes to my stop for the night, Clinton BC.
I got in around 5pm, showered, laundered my base layer and cleaned the chain.
Then it was time for dinner at the "pub" which lacked bar stools, so I sat at a table, had my meal and few drink and then got a few cans to go.
Tomorrow I head to Vanderhoof, my last taste of easy riding before I'm in the Yukon riding all day with no cell reception or services (well some services, but I'll be carrying gas).