The Catskill Chronicle

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Today Prince Gorge->St.John

Had intended to stop at Dawson Creek, but the weather was miserable, and I was happy on the bike riding. Rained all day (nearly).

The pass from whatever to Chetwynd was beautiful, but dicey. As predicted the tank hit reserve nearly exactly 85 miles. Filled the tank from the jerry can at 93 miles because it was a convenient moment….though I would have liked to see how far the tank could have gone before going completely dry. As the trip is going, I’m guessing that little ‘experiment’ is going to happen sooner than later.

Towns and gas stations keep getting smaller and further apart.

Pulled into town feeling “low.” Meaning that I was cold and hungry.

Despite my dislike of staying in hotels while on the road (hate taking everything off the bike and having to walk super far to a room, and the security problem), the lady at the information desk told me of an awesome open mic night at a bar in town. So I got a room and went to hang out with the locals.

As soon as I got into my room, having forked over $100 for a freaking room, the clouds disappeared and the sun came shining over the land. Man! Turns out this happened nearly every day during the trip. This was the typical fall mountain weather I was used to growing up in the Catskills. Sunny when you first wake up. Clouds and maybe rain, and clear skies every night near sundown.

There were some other bikers going north that passed me today. They were wearing open face helmets, leather jackets and chaps. I was cold in my blue rain/space suit. Those were some bad ass bikers. Definitely made of tougher stuff than me.