The ride Saturday June 18, started out from one of our meet up spots, the ESSO station at Westview in North Vancouver. The weather was threatening and most of us showed up with at least some kind of protection against the rain. When the seven of us kicked our stands up the rain was light but the sky’s looked brighter towards the northwest, the direction we headed. Through Horseshoe Bay and the upper levels the light rain gaveway to clouds and the roads started drying.
As we continued through the Whistler area and into Pemberton the sun was showing its radiance and the roads were completely dry and it seemed to me the radiance of our spirits was somewhat lifted as well. Leaving Pemberton we continued along the Lillooet Lake road toward Duffy Lake, the sun was out, the riding was excellent and the surge of the throttle was enhanced by thoughts of a four day ride ahead of us. We travelled through the awesome countryside with its rustic farms and fens and as the elevation climbed up Mt. Currie and then ascended, it eventually connecting to the Duffy Lake road where we stopped briefly to enjoy the scenery and a stretch.
Forward, through the Duffy lake area, we went on to Lillooet, the coastal forests giving way to a more arid vegetation and the climate also warmed. Lunch in Lillooet and back on the bikes we zipped through the Fountain valley along Hwy.99 along some very enjoyable motorcycle roadway that twisted and turned and happily, with very little traffic. Once in Cache Creek we found our rooms and soon too found a cool beverage and supper, the conversations filled with hearty laughs, innuendo, sarcasm and more jocularity. And pie. I must say a good crew to travel with. That first night, just as we walked back to the motel, a block buster gale ripped through the area and through the night the rain tumultuously dropped from the dark skies. In the morning, expecting the worst, surprisingly we found clearing skies and drying grounds.
After a hearty breakfast we took off north on Hwy.97 blasting through the miles through Clinton, stopping for gas and a break in 100 Mile House. Onward through Lac la Hache and stopping for lunch in beautiful Williams lake.
There we gassed up and enjoyed a nice meal and discussions of the ride up to that point and what was ahead.
Leaving Williams Lake we headed through some very beautiful country, the rains over the spring season had left the pastures and grasslands green and lush. The beef and dairy cattle were often seen mowing the lush grasses nourishing their bodies with the energy from the photosynthesised sunshine. Our energy happily was also infused from our lunch and it was certainly needed as the ride from Quenel to Prince George being the last leg of the day, drew much of the energy from this rider and I’m sure the others. The ride to Prince George did go through a bit of rain but it was short lived and for me it didn’t seem like much at all. I was happy to reach our destination and after procuring our rooms a few of us were not to long in finding a place close by for a refreshment or two and unbelievably, more food. Did someone say pie?
I have never been through the Yellowhead pass which crosses the Canadian Rockies. Pierre Bostonias was a Iroquois Metis guide who worked for the Hudson Bay company and led the companies chief through this pass. It is told the native had yellow streaks in his hair and so was nicknamed Tete Jaune (Yellowhead). So in part we drove east and south from Prince George through the Yellowhead, Hwy. 16 and just before Tete Jaune Cache the road splits, Hwy. 16 east through the mountains into Alberta and Hwy 5 south. through some very rugged country, McBride, Valemount and into Clearwater. I can attest to the water being clear as I poured a glass from the tap and sure enough it was clear. Clearwater is a small place consisting of a few shops and service stations, a Rona and a number of other small retail outlets. Our motel was right next door to a restaurant and bar so for us we were set. A good night was had by all (including pie) and our waitress who also rode motorcycle invited us all to a biker bash hosted by her MC group the Twisted Sisters. Unfortumely it was in a weeks time and Clearwater would only be a fun memory. The last day of our trip was filled with twisty roads, a bit of rain, more awesome scenery and curving roads and the trip on 5A from Kamloops to Merritt is a must for any rider. At Merritt we had our last lunch together, everyone I believe felt sated with friendship, great riding and contentment in the tremendously beautiful country we live in and enjoy. One rider headed south continuing on 5A through to Princeton, another took the fast lane down the Coquilhalla and the remainder headed to Spences Bridge and home through the Fraser canyon. In all a great ride, the roads stayed dry for most of the trip, the comeradery and laughter was infusing and the bucolic countryside was second to none.