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A Mid Summer Ride, Badlands to Grasslands.

Most summers I get in one trip, usually the first part of July and it usually encompasses riding as many kilometers as possible in the 7 or 8 days I have available.

This year was different, I said goodbye to the work-a-day world earlier in the year and officially retired.  By the time this trip window came around I had already been to Lewiston Idaho with a bunch of friends from the East Kootenays region of British Columbia.

The first 10 days or so of July is my time to ride with the destination loosely chosen only a couple of weeks before I set out.  The final destination, route and nightly stops are fluid and in past years with the amount of forest fire activity I’ve encountered the route could change hourly.

This year because I had lots of time and no hard deadlines to follow I decided to cut the daily distance I traveled and focus more on getting some good photos and video footage.  I really enjoy the Alberta Badlands around Drumheller and Dinosaur Provincial Park and as Drumheller is an easy 3 hour ride from my home I decided to make it my stop for the first night so I would have lots of time to poke around, see the sights and photograph.

With the discovery of dinosaur bones in the badlands Drumheller has made the transition from a coal mining town to a tourist town with relative ease and places like Horse Thief Canyon, the haunted Rosedeer Hotel and the Last Chance Saloon in Wayne are top attractions.

I have been in the south central part of Alberta many times but have never traveled farther into the southeast corner of the province, into an area know as the Cypress Hills.  This area is a bit of an anomaly, it’s located in a dead flat part of the province yet rears up to an elevation similar to that of Banff located west of Calgary just into the Canadian Rockies.  Cypress Hills Interprovincial Park is located just 40 minutes southeast of the city of Medicine Hat and straddles the Alberta/Saskatchewan border with historic Fort Walsh located on the Saskatchewan side.  As soon as you leave the Trans Canada highway east of the “Hat” and head south towards the US border you can tell you’re climbing.  The road is a narrow two lane ribbon of pretty good asphalt that twists and turns but never stops climbing and the top of each subsequent high spot gives a view of the prairie that goes all the way to the horizon.  The small town of Elkwater in the park is located on Elkwater Lake and the majority of the campsites in the park are located in the high meadows and trees above the lake and town site.  For the people that live in any of the nearby prairie cities, the park provides the opportunity to experience camping in a parkland setting without having to make the 4-5 hour drive west to the foothills and mountains.

In past years trips across Alberta had always been made using the Trans Canada highway which from the Saskatchewan border angled northwest to Calgary and eventually entering the Rockies at Canmore and Banff, the Crowsnest highway from Medicine Hat to Fernie via Lethbridge was never chosen because it funneled traffic over the less developed and slower mountain passes leading to British Columbia’s lower mainland.  This was the route I chose to make my way west into southern British Columbia, the prairie part of the route took me through places like Seven Persons, Bow Island and Taber, all names I recognized but towns I had never visited.

Once I reached Fernie I was back in my own backyard, my annual summer travels usually took me through Fernie and Cranbrook at least once a summer and sometimes more than that.  I kept moving west and visiting some of my favorite little towns and riding some of my favorite routes.  After 3 or 4 days of poking around in southern B.C. I eventually made my way west as far as this trip was going to take me and spent a night in Hope, B.C.  Hope sits at the junctions of the Trans Canada highway #1, the Coquihaila #5 and the Crowsnest Highway #3 and to westbound travelers it is unofficially known as the point where the B.C. interior ends and the lower mainland starts.  In years past the route to the interior consisted of either travelling highway #1 or the equally slow #3, it was the addition of highway #5, a four lane toll road that turned the Kelowna to Vancouver drive into a short 4 hour affair.  Most of the interior bound traffic chooses the speedy Coquihaila and this takes a lot of pressure off the slower but more scenic routes to the interior.

Many years ago most travelers used the #1 highway as it followed the Fraser River to the lower mainland, from the highway there are some stunning vistas of the gorges the Fraser River has cut in the rock and continues to squeeze through, while you’re in the canyon you cannot escape the ever present sound of fast rushing water.  The most spectacular part of the Fraser Canyon is from Spence’s Bridge to Hope, the route is lined with lots of little towns all offering a unique take on life in the canyon.

As I visit some of my favorite locations, sometimes after many many years, I realize that in the short term change is a constant, but in the long run…nothing changes, for some people, life’s traditions have not changed in decades.

 

 

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Mexico’s one of my favorite places to ride!

After a hiatus of almost 2 years it was great to be back in Mexico,

and specifically back in Puerto Vallarta again.  My first riding adventure two years ago was with a new company called Bike Mexico, over the past two years their stable of motorcycles has grown dramatically and for this trip I was eyeing a new Suzuki 650 V-Strom that they had just recently acquired.

Our past trip had taken us south of Puerto Vallarta along miles of rutted gravel roads until we finally reached some of the most desolate beaches and unspoiled beaches that I have ever seen, it was quite amazing that these beaches were within 150 km of Puerto Vallarta.

On this trip we were heading in the opposite direction, north into the mountains that surround Puerto Vallarta, and after climbing to an altitude of 6000 feet we would eventually arrived at the old mining town of San Sebastian, at one time San Sebastian had a population of almost 20,000 people, today is home to about 250 residents.

In the old days San Sebastian was the bustling metropolis and Puerto Vallarta was just a small tiny fishing village that served as a port to offload goods that would be packed on mule trains and led up through the hills to San Sebastian. The mule trains packed merchandise and goods up to San Sebastian, and silver back down to the coast.

Our riding party today would consist of five bikes and we were keen to get going, after a short spin around the residential area surrounding Bike Mexico’s garage to get a feel for the bikes we headed out. Our first, but not last encounter with cobblestone happened right after leaving Bike Mexico’s garage, there’s no way to leave their facility and get to the highway heading north out of town without riding on cobblestone.  Once on the asphalt our group of five bikes traveled as one and we efficiently moved our way through traffic north past the cruise ship docks and the airport and finally the turn off to San Sebastian. Once on the highway to San Sebastian we quickly left the suburbs of Puerto Vallarta behind and moved out into farm country. Riding through farm country was short-lived and it was replaced with bush on both sides of the road and a road that was consistently turning and climbing.  On the outskirts of San Sebastian we stopped at a coffee plantation and casually toured the premises, this was the only coffee plantation in the area with a coffee bean dryer and not only were they drying their own produce but were contract drying for all the other plantations in the area.

San Sebastian is small and well preserved, the town flows around the central square and the church which in the early days acted as a fortress in case of attacks by bandits, the walls were extremely thick with rifle ports built in at key vantage points.  Flowing through the entire town was a river of well maintained cobblestone roads and alleyways, with the white stucco buildings and the tile roofs you really felt like you had stepped back into old Mexico.

After departing San Sebastian we headed back down the highway we had come up on but with a side stop in the little town of Mascota, this little town was an unexpected surprise, unlike San Sebastian which depended on tourism to stay alive Mascota was a thriving little gem in the mountains, there were lots of restaurants and shops to try out, the church spire could be seen above all the other buildings and sat on the edge of a beautifully cared for central square and gardens.  We sampled the fare at one of the local restaurants, an open buffet with lots to choose from and some of the nicest BBQ pork ribs I have ever tasted.

As early afternoon became mid afternoon it was time to start the journey back to Puerto Vallarta but a fuel stop was necessary for some of the bikes with the smaller gas tanks, the V-Strom was proving extremely fuel efficient as my gas gauge had barely moved off the full mark, waiting for the other bikes to fuel up I noticed the outside temperature gauge on my bike showed we were sitting in a balmy 33 degrees of heat…in full riding gear, it was time to get moving and get some air passing through our vented jackets.

Except for the construction detour on the way back which routed us onto a barely passable gravel road where we forded the creek the trip back into Puerto Vallarta was pleasant and uneventful.  Another great ride with Bike-Mexico is in the books and as they continue to offer different bikes to ride and an ever increasing list of rides of different lengths and destinations I’ll have to keep coming back and checking off a different ride every year, what a great bucket list to work away on.

 


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The Nicest 130 km You’ll Ever Ride!

The nicest 130 kilometers you’ll ever ride resides on British Columbia’s Sunshine Coast. 

The Sunshine coast is located north of Vancouver on the B.C. mainland but is accessible only by ferry, either from Horseshoe Bay or the Comox ferry terminal located on Vancouver Island.  This short scenic piece of highway is anchored by the Langdale ferry terminal and nearby Gibsons Landing on the south and Powell River on the north.

Settling of the coast began in the 1880’s. Fishing and logging were the main occupations along with some small-scale farming.  The establishment of logging camps in the Powell River area in the 1880’s was a precursor to the future of the coast.   When  a car ferry service to the coast started in 1951 they started using the term “Sunshine Coast” to promote the whole area and the name quickly caught on.  The Sunshine Coast remains sheltered from the open Pacific but can still experience annual rainfall of approximately 100cm (40in.) per year with most of the rain falling in the winter months.

Today the Sunshine Coast is home to approximately 50,000 residents with Gibsons Landing, Sechelt and Powell River being the three main commercial areas.  Gibsons and Sechelt are one short ferry crossing away from Horseshoe Bay and Vancouver and therefore see most of the daily tourist traffic and have experienced most of the growth on the Sunshine Coast.  Many things have changed on the “Coast” over the past 20 years but the one thing that hasn’t changed is the wharf area in Gibsons Landing, the popular TV show the Beachcombers was filmed there from 1972 to 1990 and still holds the record for the longest running Canadian TV show.  Gibsons has done an amazing job of promoting the history of the TV show and developing the entire area around Mollie’s Reach into the top tourist spot on the Sunshine Coast.  After its days as the main set for the Beachcombers, Mollie’s Reach sat idle and empty for five years but today it operates as a fully functioning restaurant.  This area of Gibsons is definitely a must see and is worthy of an afternoon of poking around and exploring the shops and restaurants.

My ride through this beautiful part of British Columbia started at the north end of the highway at Powell River after exiting the ferry from Comox on Vancouver Island.  Powell River is still the hub for natural resource extraction on this part of the B.C. coast and doesn’t have the touristy feeling that the rest of the coast has, that being said it has experienced its own residential growth spurt fueled by people looking to remove themselves from the hustle and bustle and crime of Vancouver and the lower mainland.

The trip down the coast was punctuated with glimpses of bays and inlets on one side and steep mountain slopes covered by tall stands of old growth forest, everything was lush and green with the ever-present tang of salt water in the air.  The road rolled from right to left, one turn after another on virtually perfect asphalt, traffic was non-existent on this day and I quickly fell into a rhythm that allowed me to enjoy the performance qualities my bike had to offer.

 

I definitely have an attraction to the ocean, I don’t know what it is but there is a draw there for me that is hard at times to ignore, the smell of the ocean, the moisture laden air, the tides and beaches, a lifestyle that seems simpler and less complicated.  As time goes on and I get older these places will no longer be destinations to ride through but places to stop, spend a few days and absorb all the ocean side ambiance they have to offer.

 

 


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Ucluelet, The Overlooked Gem On Vancouver Island’s West Coast

It’s not uncommon as you travel around a country that you find some small towns have a little something that other towns don’t seem to have, a certain feel to them that makes you want to stop and have a look around.

Ucluelet on Vancouver Island’s west coast is one of those little towns.  In the past it was mainly known as the location of a Dept of Fisheries station and not much else but that has all changed. Ucluelet is a bustling little tourist destination complete with shops, a few restaurants and a couple of nice motels.

I had used the small village of Coombs as my anchor point on this trip and decided to make a day run over to Ucluelet and Tofino, as usual the trip over the pass to the west side of the island was most enjoyable, good asphalt, sunny skies and not a lot of traffic. On past trips I would hit the “T” intersection at the end of the highway and have to make a decision, right to Tofino, or left to Ucluelet, over the past twenty years it had always been right to Tofino but after hearing a lot of talk lately about Ucluelet I decided my first stop would be Ucluelet and not Tofino.

Only eight kilometers from the highway T intersection I quickly started to see the signs of a small town, at first a lumber yard, then a gas station, then the main street.  Make no mistake, Ucluelet is the smaller cousin to Tofino but you can enjoy many of the same outdoor adventures as in Tofino.  After cruising up and down many of the streets I parked the bike on a side street and set off on foot to really explore some of the shops and restaurants.  On foot I quickly discovered how hilly Ucluelet is, every street that runs down to the waterfront does so at quite an incline which was most noticeable on the hike back up.

All the shops I visited were quite busy, Zoe’s bakery had a line up out the door and after having a cup of coffee and a muffin there it was easy to see why, good coffee and fresh made muffins, how can you go wrong?  For curios the Crows Nest was one of those stores that once you got inside and started looking around it was hard to get out of there, I purchased a ball cap and T-Shirt for myself and a necklace for my wife and could have spent a lot more, I’m really attracted to native art of any type and the Crow’s Nest had lots of it.

I walked down to the government wharf which was quite busy, fishing nets were spread out on the wharf for what looked like repairs and the local tour guide was busy taking whale watchers out for tours, there was a steady stream of red survival suit clad tourists moving back and forth from the zodiac that was specially outfitted to take whale seekers out to the areas that the whales most frequented and the company’s office.

There was a general sense of busyness to Ucluelet, traffic moved up and down the main street, motel parking lots were full and sidewalks were busy, even the local church was undergoing an extensive facelift.

I did venture up the highway to Tofino before I headed back across the island and that’s always an enjoyable way to spend some time but I must admit Ucluelet was just a small town with some interesting shops and what was noticeable was the lack of that “tourist trap” feeling that a lot of places have acquired.  I will definitely not make the trip across the island again without making sure Ucluelet is on the schedule for a visit.

 

 

 


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Columbia River Gorge & Long Beach

Starting in southeastern British Columbia, The Columbia river flows 1200 miles to the Pacific Ocean, forming most of the east/west border between the states of Washington & Oregon.

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The Trans Canada highway crosses the Columbia river at Revelstoke B.C., at this point, the river is impressive but nothing like it will be when it empties into the Pacific Ocean at Astoria, Oregon.   The second longest river in North America crosses the Canada/USA border south of Revelstoke and meanders south across the state of Washington until just south of Kennewick Washington where it abruptly turns to the west and heads towards the Pacific, conveniently forming the border between Washington and Oregon.

The small town of The Dalles is the eastern gateway to the Columbia Gorge National Scenic Area and near the Mt. Hood National Forest. The Dalles area is prime country for hiking, kayaking, hunting, fly fishing, skiing, windsurfing or whitewater rafting and boasts some of the best cycling in Oregon.  The Columbia Gorge National Scenic Area is located on both the Washington and Oregon sides of the river and when the wind is blowing windsurfers, kite boarders and sailors from both sides of the river hit the water to enjoy the access to some of the best watersports environment in the Pacific Northwest.

After two days of motorcycling in the rain the heat of the Columbia River Gorge east of The Dalles area was welcome, this part of the gorge crosses the upper reaches of the Great Sandy Desert before entering the Cascade Mountains west of The Dalles.  The heat didn’t last long, as I made my way west towards the coast the cool wet weather would again set in.  After a day of mostly wet riding I took the Hood River toll bridge over the river and taking advantage of a lull between rain showers found a campsite for the night.

I was greeted the next morning with blue skies but a look to the west showed an ominous cloud bank that I hoped would dissipate as the day heated up.  I struck out heading west on the Lewis and Clark highway, the roads on the Washington side of the Gorge were lightly travelled and followed the contours of the gorge which made for a pleasant meandering ride along salt marshes, beaches and through a number of tunnels cut through rock outcrops.  I had jumped over to the north side of the gorge in an effort to bypass Portland but this also meant that I had to ride 50 miles or so northbound on the interstate before I could again head west to the coast.

dscf6017I exited the freeway at Kelso onto the Ocean Beach Hwy which in a roundabout way would take me to Long Beach, little did I realize that my GPS unit had other ideas and promptly routed me south through the town of Longview and over a monstrous bridge back into Oregon and back onto westbound Hwy 30, the same Hwy 30 I had left at Hood River to cross back into Washington state yesterday.   In retrospect, the GPS unit was set for the “shortest route” to a destination and after referring back to my map book, it indeed was taking me on the shortest route to Long Beach. Some of us older riders have not yet completely embraced the GPS technology and heading south when you know your final destination is north is counterintuitive, kinda like taking two steps in the direction you want to go then one step in the opposite direction, not the quickest way to reach your destination.

It didn’t take long to reach Astoria and the bridge that would again take me over the Columbia River back into Washington, after crossing the river the road split with the eastbound lane heading inland to a meetup with Interstate 5 and the westbound leg hugging the coast to Long Beach.  It has been many many years since I was last in Long Beach and my pre-noon arrival would allow me lots of time to walk the townsite and some of the interpretive trails along the beach.  This was the first year that camping on the 26 mile long beach was not allowed, those concerned about preservation of the beach environment were happy but the businesses along main street, considering it was the height of tourist season were not happy about the lower numbers of travellers in town.

Walking the boardwalk through the saw grass at the edge of the beach was a lesson in marine history for this part of the world, Almost 2,000 vessels of all types and about 700 lives have been claimed by the treacherous waters off the Peninsula over the past 300 years. In the days before GPS equipment and cell phones, sailors sometimes had little idea where they were in relation to the shore. Even when visibility was acceptable, ships often had trouble traversing the Columbia River bar, the area in which the gigantic flow of the river rushes headlong into towering ocean waves. Sailing ships had a terrible time getting into the Columbia, since the two natural channels through the broad, sediment-choked river mouth, particularly the north channel, forced ships to turn sideways to the wind and waves.  If you know where to look and have a good pair of binoculars the remains of some ships are still visible at low tide.

I enjoyed the ride along the Columbia River Gorge to the coast and enjoyed Long Beach, I had a half non travel day to poke around in Long Beach and though change is a constant the town has managed to retain a lot of it’s original charm, if you like to walk on the beach then this place is a paradise for you and for those that like to paint or photograph, there is no end of subjects.

 

 

 


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Lolo Pass, On The Trail Of Lewis & Clark

Anybody that has lived or travelled in the United State’s Pacific Northwest is familiar with Lolo Pass.

The pass crosses the Bitterroot Range, part of the Rocky Mountains at an elevation of 5233 ft, the top of the pass also happens to be the border between west Montana and eastern Idaho.  This route covers one of the mosdscf6008-edit-copyt beautiful sections of the Lewis & Clark Trail as it winds through the Rocky Mountains of Idaho and Montana. A large portion of the route lies within the Lolo National Forest but some of the most spectacular riding is fairly flat riding across the Nez Perce native
lands where Hwy 12 runs parallel with the Clearwater river all the way to Lewiston, Idaho where the Clearwater rivers empties into the Snake River.  Even though this is fairly flat riding it demands the utmost concentration as the road winds and twists between the river and imposing rock faces perched right along the shoulder of the highway, there is no margin for error on this section of Highway 12.

My trip started on a Friday morning, leaving Edmonton, Alberta and heading south down the foothills of the Alberta Rockies.  I passed through some of Alberta’s iconic old historic ranch towns, places like Turner Valley, Black Diamond and the aptly named Longview with it’s unobstructed picture postcard view across cattle country to the peaks of the Canadian Rockies.  The further south I progressed the winding two lane black top nudged up against the porcupine hills until it spilled down out of the hills and ended at the Crowsnest highway, one of Canada’s three routes through the Rocky Mountains to the Pacific Ocean.  Heading west on the Crowsnest the wide open spaces of ranch country was replaced with narrow forested valleys and the home to some of the areas early mining endeavours.  Places like Fernie, Sparwood and Coleman all have a rich mining heritage, but the most famous town along the Crowsnest highway was the town of Frank, At 4:10 a.m. on April 29th, 1903, 82 million tonnes of rock slid from the summit of Turtle Mountain into the Crowsnest River valley below. The slide lasted a mere 90 seconds and in that short time the town was obliterated and at least 90 people were killed.  The Frank slide is still known today as Canada’s deadliest rock slide.  The highway makes its way through the slide field and what struck me was the size of some of the chunks of rock, some of them were literally the size of the houses they wiped out.

Shortly after passing through scenic Fernie I headed south to the US border and Whitefish Montana.  Whitefish is just abuzz in the summer months with tourists and the town is the center for any sort of outdoor activities, canoeing, kayaking, hiking, cycling and fishing.  There are vendors in Whitefish that can set you up with the necessary equipment to do whatever it is you want to experience while in Whitefish.  As I left Fernie this morning I had set an ambitious goal today of reaching Lewiston Idaho, I still had another 90 minutes of riding to reach Lolo Montana so little time was spent in Whitefish or Kalispell.  Lolo was the southern most point of this trip and I eagerly headed west on Highway 12, the last time I made the run across Lolo Pass maintenance crews were chip sealing a long section of the highway on the Idaho side of the summit and this really slowed the ride down, this time, I was hoping for a clean run through to Lewiston.

dscf6006-edit-copyLolo pass and highway 12 are unique in that they’re fairly popular routes over the mountains for truck traffic and tourists alike, smooth, wide two lane asphalt in great shape and for the oversize loads that travel this route…no tunnels and few bridges, an unobstructed route east to the prairies.  Some upgrade work has been performed on highway 12 over the years, the most useful is the occasional addition of pullouts where larger, slower moving vehicles can move over and allow the faster traffic backed up behind the opportunity to get by without making dangerous attempts to pass.  As I progressed to the west and towards the summit the frequent sweepers started to tighten up and in some cases the shift down of a gear was necessary to keep momentum up and not lug the engine, the closer to the summit I got the more technical the riding became and picking my lines through the turns became paramount.  I love this kind of riding and riding at speed, focus on the vanishing point in the turn, determine whether the turn is opening up or tightening up, pick your line, power on and let the performance and handling capabilities of your machine do the rest.  Every turn is quickly followed by another one so practicing your skills over and over means that after a 100 miles of this every turn you encounter is ridden quickly, smoothly and without hesitation.

Lolo Pass is a popular route with motorcycle travellers and you’ll encounter lots of fellow riders travelling in both directions and some of the popular rest spots are a great opportunity to chat with other riders.  Enjoy the ride, for a guy like me from the prairie city of Edmonton, getting on this route every couple of years is a must.

 

 


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Summer Solstice Ride To The Sun

The idea of making a trip by motorcycle into Montana and traversing Glacier National Park’s crown jewel, “the going to the sun road” had been peDSCF6212rcolating in my brain for a couple of years.  I had ridden the sun road a number of years ago but at that time it was in bad need of repair as sections of the road had peeled away from the cliff side and slid down to the valley below, the trip up the west side of the divide at that time was a series of alternating two lane wide and narrow one lane s
ections of road.

When I finally decided to make the run to Montana from my hometown of Edmonton Alberta I knew I could make the roundtrip in three days without too much trouble but somehow the word had gotten out about my run and it turned out I had five other accompanying riders who were keen to get out on the highway and log some real kilometers.  This added an extra degree of planning as not everybody rides fill up to fill up as I have sometimes done and not everybody rides a bike with a 300 km plus range.  My role became more of a tour guide then just one  of the six riders and actually became an enjoyable diversion to riding mega solo kilometers.

The group met at the predetermined time and location, some of the riders already knew some of the others but I only had the pleasure of riding with and meeting one of the riders prior to this ride.  Any concerns I had about the abilities of the group were quickly put to rest as we headed out and the group quickly fell into a nice formation and rhythm, these were all seasoned riders.  Our first stop was in the mountain town of Canmore and a visit to the local micro brew house/restaurant was the group’s choice for lunch.

So far we had enjoyed fairly sunny skies but the skies over Banff National Park looked threatening so we suited up in preparation for whatever mother nature might throw at us.  We encountered a few drops of rain here and there but nothing significant.  Exiting the Trans Canada highway at highway 93, we started the second southward leg of the day’s journey with a steep, long climb to the top of Storm Mountain Pass, aptly named because of some of the storm activity that can happen there.  We crossed the Alberta/British Columbia border, entered Kootenay National Park and headed full steamDSCF6215 ahead to the small mountain town of Radium Hot Springs.  The road through Kootenay National Park crosses two mid altitude passes on the way to Radium, the descent down from the top of the last pass deposits you in the geographic area of British Columbia known as the East Kootenays, an area rich in mining, forestry and railroad history.

A fuel and rest stop was in order in Radium before we made the final 2 hour push to Cranbrook which was the end of our first day’s journey.  The rain suits we had donned in Canmore finally earned their keep on the final 75 kilometers into Cranbrook as the temperatures dropped and the heavens opened up.

Day two started out early with a quick breakfast at a local coffee shop, we were keen to get moving and had about three hours of riding to Kalispell Montana after clearing U.S Customs.  The initial part of the route to Kalispell was not overly exciting but the closer we got to West Glacier you knew the mountains were close and the terrain was changing, becoming more heavily treed and the road starting to climb as well as twist and turn, the road followed the south shore of Lake MacDonald to its upper end then headed cross-country for Going-To-The-Sun Mountain.  We had now entered the part of the sun road that many find intimidating, hanging on the side of the cliffs the road was steep and on some parts, narrow with a rock wall on one side and a drop off on the other, add to that all the waterfall activity that due to melting snow from a late season snow storm had water running down the road in places.  We reached the summit of the pass, Logan Pass is the highest elevation (6646ft/2025m) reachable by automobile.  The pass was named after Glacier National Park’s first superintendent, Major William Logan. Logan lived and worked in Montana for many years and had explored the Glacier area on survey crews before joining the newly formed parks service in 1910.  We regrouped at the Logan Pass Visitor Center before heading down the more casual east side of the pass to St Mary’s at the eastern edge of the park.

We finished the day by crossing back into Canada and staying in the small prairie town of Cardston, Alberta.  We had travelled a lot of kilometers today but had also seen some of the most exquisite mountain scenery in the Pacific Northwest.

Our final day on the road started out by heading due west, paralleling the Canada/U.S. border and heading straight for Waterton Lakes National Park, the closer to the park we got the more the mountains loomed over us, huge rock faces and snow-capped peaks, it was like riding into a post card.  We eventually cut the top northeast corner of the park before the highway turned north and the fun part of the ride was now behind us, we faced a long ride back to Edmonton on roads traversing the Alberta foothills that gradually flattened out to endless kilometers of prairie road.

As the Rockies receded in my rear view mirrors I couldn’t help but reflect on the past three days, a great new group of riding friends, exquisite scenery and a promise not to take 10 years before doing this ride again.