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Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
Brian & Deya met in Vancouver Canada. After a few years together we were married and made choices. One was not to have children the other was not to take life for granted. The rest is yet to come.

June 25, 2010

Raining?

I haven’t spent that much time in the rain. Prince Rupert was buckets all night. The police pulled us over to see if we were drunk as we tried to navigate through the dark roads in pounding rain. Why were we going so slow he asked? What were we doing out so late? I guess for a new cop in Rupert he wasn’t aware of the schedule or the difficulty in riding at night or in incredibly hard rain.


We spent the night 10 km out of town in a provincial park, it was a cold wet night and our tent filled with water. I was impressed how every three minutes our tarp could collect 5 or 6 litres of water and then dump it with a crash beside our tent every 3 minutes. The rain never let up, we packed up in the morning and left without having to pay the park fee. We road for several hours until the weather started to clear and by the time we hit Junction 37 the weather was steadily improving. It was a sign of things to come I think.



The route from Prince Rupert to the Smithers is beautiful and worth going back and I was again impressed with the beauty of the area around Smithers, the Bulkley Valley I believe. We stayed at a friends place and could have easily outstayed our welcome, these are some really good people for us and we were able to achieve part of our goals here. Want to be able to spend more time with friends and family and accomplish something important. What we did is ate like kings and queens and slept like babies. This was a great time, we fell trees, landscaped around the yard, burned stuff and built a fence. It was a productive week in Smithers and while I don’t feel our gracious hosts got a fair shake (because the food was soo good) I do hope we were helpful. I even read an entire book (Kitchen Confidential) which was funny enough to make me laugh out loud several time per chapter.



Time to go and the weather was wonderful, we head for the Cassiar Highway and North. On the way we pass two Canadian sisters who we met on the ferry and are heading out across Canada. We wave and wish them the best and hope to see our Spanish friends who probably cycled with them from Rupert on the route North. Deya and I agree to stop for lunch if we see them, unfortunately we don’t. Stopping at Bell II fuel before carrying on I can remember the route well enough to know there’s less gravel than before. There’s a grate bridge right after Bell II and Deya goes across it with great trepidation. Deya is now getting paranoid about the grate bridges, which there are many and she’s starting to posses over the upcoming Teslin bridge which is about 5-6 time longer than any grates we’ve crossed yet.



It’s daylight very later now so traveling days are luckily very long, we come to a beautiful provincial campground in Kinaskan Park right on a lovely lake. We’re getting pretty good at setting up camp and getting some well cooked meals down range.



Whitehorse, love it and hate it. It’s a nice town but has a bit of the scurvy going on. We tented in a campground right near town which was pretty nice but a little over our budget. There were some junkies cruising the ground on cycles looking for marks so that was unfortunate. We did meet some interesting folks though, a nice older gentlemen who was a very seasoned rider and had been many places on his V-Strom. We met a three other fellows who were a real pleasure to talk with and exchanged some information, hopefully we’ll be able to meet them where they live in the USA. Rich, one of the fellows who is super married, gave us the lowdown on a motorcycle camp in Tok Alaska, the guys all said it was great and thanks to them we now sport the official sticker of the campground. I recommend it to any riders passing through. We met some great folks there and shared one of the finest camping experiences yet, though I had too many pulls of the hard stuff as evidenced by the pounding headache in the morning. Thanks to One eyed Mike for his generous invitation for Sunday Halibut dinner, I’m not sure if our schedule will allow us to attend, though I’d like to hang out with you guys again!



The Alaskan Highway leading into the US is brutal. BRUTAL, I had to repeat that with capitals just to make sure people know that it sucks. We met some really nice folks from Washington who hit frost heaves so large that their Harley through them off at about 60 kph and then carried on down the road and off an embankment. Fortunately they we’re okay, only bumps and bruises but I think they were very lucky. We couldn’t leave them there so we escorted them to Tok happy to see them in one piece. I really hope the rest of their trip improves even though the bike is pretty banged up, it’s amazing really how well the bike held up to such a crash. A warning for people on the Highway heading into Alaska, take caution and slow down on those roads, they’re in bad shape right now and you’ll just wreck your gear.



We’re a little behind schedule on getting to the Wade’s residence, I hope they’re not worrying too much. Deya is super excited to meet Chuck’s wife and to see our old riding companion again but this time on her own bike.

The first two weeks

Maybe not the most interesting but certainly the most important is the first departure. If I could do it again I would have had more time between setting out and finishing work. I felt rushed and we had a lot to do before leaving. I never got to thank Sat for making me look good for two years, so I’ll do that now, Thanks Sat you’re a great guy and have awesome potential so keep learning and moving. I would have like to camp around the lower mainland a little more, there’s stuff we missed that we may not see again. It’s funny that the place you live seems to be the least discovered area.


Heading out has been a real experience, a wet experience. We’ve had a lot of rain but despite that we hadn’t had any real troubles. The opportunity to hang out with family on Vancouver Island was really good. We spent more time in a few days with the people we care about than we have in the last many years, sad but I don’t think this is uncommon to most people. This has something to do with our trip, one of the objectives. It’s easy to procrastinate and put off doing things that might be risky in order to regain your time back at the cost of your friends, family and personal growth.


We’ve been on the road now for a bout 10 days and up until last night it was a breeze. The route has been good, the Island is a beautiful place though there has been a lot of rain. It seems every time we decide to set out somewhere the rain gods rush in to shower us with good fortune. When we got to Port Hardy we arrived early and though we could hang out at the terminal for our early check in the next morning we were wrong and indecisive and lazy and as a consequence tired, cold and unorganized. We spent the night freezing and restless, half tenting in the ‘no camping’ zone. Fortunately we weren’t alone and we’re joined by a lovely Spanish couple who were also looking for accommodation that evening. They we’re better prepared than us though.


The Ferry North from Hardy to Rupert is quite nice and we’ve seen many whales and dolphins. The landscape is fabulous and I secretly wish that I could explore it, live it, breath it but this is not my adventure today. As we travel North I’m super impressed by the Canadian coast and hope that it remains this way or even improves and that people don’t spoil it. The world is a wonderful place; I don’t even mind the rain.


We’re going to arrive late in Prince Rupert, apparently it’s always raining (luck of the gods) and we’ll have to find camp and set up in the dark and the rain. This might have been avoided by a night crossing but we wouldn’t have seen much so I can't comment on the better strategy. We’ve started to feel the effects of our food budget, at 5 dollars a day for the two of us we are creative but hungry, it’s a good feeling but a challenge too, I’ve even started to like broccoli more.

June 04, 2010

On the Road Again

As we leave I can’t help but wonder
Was there some thing we should have said?
Some thing we should have done?
The look in their eyes suggests something forgotten
If only there was a little more time
They look away for only a moment
Searching for that missing thought
Reflecting on what might have been missed
But the Adventure won’t wait
And Then We Were Gone

Thanks

I’d like to thank you, for being you.


Today’s it, the last day of the first day of what the beginning of the next day is all about.?! What I mean to say is I want to thank some folks for their help and support in making our journey possible.

Ted Slusar – Imperial Motorcycles www.imperialmotorcycles.com

Thanks Ted for the years of fine service and technical support you’ve played a role in every good ride we’ve had.

John Valk – John Valk BMW www.johnvalkbmw.com

Thanks for your moral support John, your journeys and advice are a valuable resource to us. Your team takes good care of us.

Lee and Jen, Sarah, Thomas, David – Family

You know you’re a key player in our planning and your support has been instrumental in us being able to handle the logistics of the big escape.

Brian Michelle and Morgan - The Slumlords

You guys are just awesome, you’ve helped us constantly and been a lot of fun. Our last year here has been a pleasure because of you. Special thanks to Tess and Lilly for helping with security, entertainment and general attention to details.








Custom Building Products

To all the troops at CBP, thanks for the fruit I had a great time. I have big expectation for the team and their continued drive forward. To Bernie, it was an honour and a pleasure and best of luck with your team of champs!








Lafarge Canada

A great team and great company. As a spouse of an employee I had a good time with some excellent people. Thank you so much for the level of appreciation demonstrated for Deya at a senior level, impressive. Special thanks to the Colombian Connection!

Hit and Run

Hit and Run


We both had a feeling, Deya’s was to leave earlier and mine was to drive onto the sidewalk just because I could. Neither one of us listened to that inner voice but when the red truck approached the intersection I waited, wanting to see the truck clear the intersection before I moved. I was going to turn right and the truck was going straight past us so this shouldn’t have been a problem.

Suddenly the truck turned without warning and came straight at us! I only made it about one foot towards my curb before he hit my left handle bar. I pushed the bike to the right, my left foot on the ground, fighting the impact when I became shocked that the driver was continuing to turn into us. His rear wheel ran over the outside edge of my left foot and I felt the pain, the back panel of the truck struck both Deya and I a racket and we were sent flying onto the sidewalk. We hit the ground, I looked up and saw the break lights of the truck go out and the truck speed up as it left the scene. Deya, heroically chasing the truck like a chihuahua chasing an elephant, I wondered what she would do if she caught it.

At the end of it all there was almost no damage to the bike, Deya and I had a couple of bruises, aches and pains for a couple of weeks. We got the plate number of the truck but the police are unable to do anything really. We’re lucky to not be badly hurt.

I still wonder where the justice is though. It’s hard to try to be a good citizen and do the right thing when the level of accountability for people like that is almost zero. I hate to think what would happen if people starting feeling that they need to take justice into their own hands. At the end of the day this guy will get what he gives, I just hope it doesn’t cost someone their life.