Wednesday, September 26, 2012

FAST FORWARD MODE ON - Day5 through Day7


FAST FORWARD MODE ON

Day5 (Ride: 788 KM / 489 Miles )
Grand Forks ND - Glasgow MT

  • Remember to check expiration date on sunblock - left side of my face heading west got a little more burnt then the rest 


  • Small world - Sat down for supper at the campgrounds dinning room.  The American land surveyor sitting next to me is married to a girl from my hometown!  They now live in South Carolina
  •  Most campgrounds I choose seemed to be strategically located near train tracks or airports (military or civilian) - Result for unsuspecting camper = NOISE
  • North Dakota has LOTS of HUGE rigs traveling along them - Results of major upgrades to road infrastructure and a new pipeline= Traffic jams
  • Cruise control disengages if road conditions are very rough and bumpy for long stretches of time (Only in North Dakota) = Annoying as heck



Day6 Ride: 709 KM / 441 Miles )
Glasgow MT -  Missoula MT (KOA)

  • 1st time KOA kamping (intentional K in camping) - very nifty camping siteTo fancy for my needs but good to know this exists.  Very clean and full services 


  • Had my 1st ever meal in a Arby’s - Did not know it was another fast food restaurant chain


Day7 Ride: 386 KM /  240 Miles )
Missoula MT (KOA) - Spokane Valley WA(KOA)

  • Continental divide from MT to WA through the rockies is one of the top 3 scenic rides I’ve ever seen - Unbelievably I took no pictures!  But believe me if you ever have the chance to ride through Helena National Forest MT to Spokane Valley WA you will have your breath taken away.  I had 2 hours of twisties with majestic views of mountains and   what looked like truly great fly fishing country at every turn.  1 hour of twisties in 5th gear and another hour in 6th gear.  My dilemma the whole time was do I slow down and take in the scenery or tear into the twisties...not an easy choice!
  • Little time in Idaho panhandle after my thrill of riding through the MT rockies

  • Lone Wolfe HD Spokane Valley -> Really really nice dealer.  70 000 Square feet.  

  • Great service.  Bought myself a heated jacket and gloves.   I did not want to freeze in the Canadian Rockies as I planned to pass there on my return trip home.  This was not a planned purchase.  But lesson learned while going through the American rockies.  In some places I was rolling through clouds and it got quite cold
  • I need to return here someday as I’m sure there are plenty more of nice roads to ride in this area as the following pictures will support 


























Day4 (Ride: 405 KM / 251Miles)


Day4 (Ride: 405 KM / 251Miles)
The Lounge on Big Lake Shores MN - Grand Forks ND

Just a little return to the previous day ride to MN through Wisconsin to Duluth.    Here are a few pics I took along the way that I found came out ok.






This might also be a good time to explain my earlier complaints about my sleeping bag.  So here I am, alone.  It’s late.  I hear some rustling of leaves outside.  Seems pretty small.  My 1st guess..maybe a squirrel or some other very small rodent, either way I’m up and can’t seem to fall back asleep.  I reach for the home button on my iPhone, the display informs me that its only 03h05.  So I figure I might as well try and record my impressions of my first few days out on this journey.  So I locate the Voice Memo app on  the iPhone and start dictating.  Trying to recount names and places I’ve just seen, so I can seem like I know what I’m doing when I come to type all this up for this Blog!  I sound like zombie as I try recounting the last days events. I’m surprised to see that I’ve been blabbering into my phone for 35 minutes!  I’m just about ready to sign out when I’m hit with a very intense cramp in my calf.  I drop the phone, its still recording.  I need to jump out of bed to get my weight on my foot so I can be rid of this cramp..Oh Crap!  I’m not in bed, I’m zipped up to the chin in a sleeping bag that I’ve come to learn has a manufacturing defect in the zipper.  It’s snagged TIGHT and won’t budge - I’m trapped!  The cramp is not going anywhere.  It’s just getting more intense.  I’m like a big hotdog that’s super glued to its bun.  I’m doing my best to wiggle out, but it’s somewhat difficult with one leg that will not execute my simple commands to straighten out.  Ok, so now my cramp went from defcon4 to defcon3, If I don’t get out soon I fear I will lose my leg!  Somehow after what seems like a many minutes, I manage to free myself from the grips of my sleepingbag-tomb, and out comes my phone with me..I try and stand-up!  Wrong!! I’m still in the friggin tent...defcon2 sets in!  2 sets of zipper’s to get out of my lovely tent.   More coarse language - I’m glad I have no immediate neighbors and I’m sure any little rodents have fled the scene hearing the defcon countdown coming from inside my little green command centre.  I’m out!  I’m up.  All is well.  Back to defcon5 - Low readiness.   
Carefully I go back into my tent.  It’s cold.  I find my Stupid sleeping bag bundled up in the corner of the tent.  I find the phone still recording at the other end of the tent, this should make for good listening later, but 1st I need to get back  INTO that stupid tomb of a sleeping bag to get warm.  Get the headlamp on.  15 minutes to un-snag the zipper and I finally crawl back into it.  It’s almost 4am.  I look at the phone.  Got a little over 40 minutes of audio -  Hit play to see what it sounds like..nothing - silence.  Somehow I never thought to test the audio input to see if it would/could pick up my voice so my 35 minutes of dictation was never captured and neither the 5 minutes of my Defcon countdown..Doh!   I’m tired now.  Sleep comes with little giggles escaping me as remember the moments that just transpired..I will never tell this story I’m sure ;)  

So 05:30 my alarm goes off.  Already forgotten the nights events!  Time to shower.  
Now for 25$ a night I thought you’d all like to see the amenities of luxury RV campground can offer to us campers - 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z44TtLZwsrI

Now its not the Hilton you might say but it slightly beats out a port-a-potty...barely! All other campgrounds I stayed at offered way better facilities - As an example CottonInn’s in Montana (that will be my last video’s of a bathroom I promise).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dGMbHiZwazk

Here’s the view from camp site of the lake and from the lake to my camp site - It really is a nice place if you can get pass that tin can of a restroom.


My friend HUNGER joins me now as well as his partner THIRST.  For some reason, I just could not bring myself to drink from the sink at my current locations amenities.  Now when I tried to take advantage of the main building’s dinning room I found it to be still closed at 7am.  Hunger is not happy and Thirst is telling me to get busy or suffer the wrath of dehydration.  No kidding I’m starving.  I pulled into the 1st McDonald’s I saw.  Ordered not one but two breakfasts, one bottle of water and 1 large coffee.  Down the whole bottle of water as soon as it’s put down in from of me, then wolfed down breakfast number one then finally start on my coffee and savor breakfast number 2. 

My next stop is Andy’s Harley Davidson in Grand Forks ND.  My bikes needs its 1st oil change and I want to see what they think about my tires and how much use I can get out of them.


Turns out the service guy says I got 50% thread left.  He see’s no problems for me getting to Vancouver and possibly all the way back home on the same set (turns out he was going to be right - got just a little over 17K miles on them when I did get home).  Also had to explain how to clean my re-usable oil filter.  The HD mechanic was not impressed with it and it seems this has not really caught on yet in the Harley World and I’m always having to explain why I use it and its advantages.  I like it and I’ll be damned if I care that I don’t follow HD etiquette or trends.

Now this night I feel that a change of pace is required so I check in to the local Ramada Hotel - No camping tonight.  I need the use of their guess laundry room.  My first disappointment is that Ramada Hotel’s won’t let me leave my bike under their IMMENSE front covered entrance.  I explain how I would like to keep it out of the rain but I fall on deaf ears.  Guess this place is a little to upscale to have motorcycles laundering in the front of their fine establishment.  That was enough for me to make a mental note never to come back to this hotel chain.  Next disappointment..no elevators and I have to haul my gear up to the second floor!  I don’t mean to complain...but its a lot of gear, even if I have gotten good at loading and unloading it - it’s still nice to have some proximity from room to bike.  I’m sure I have a lot of supporters here on that front. 


This evening I eat in a nice place just over the State line back into Grand Forks Wisconsin.  I have what is to be my last Drink.  Went off the wagon since my father passed and this day seems like good one to get back on.  


Silent toast to my father, to my brother’s and as I take my last sip a special thought of my late uncle Dan.  
Cheers!

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Day3 (Ride:757 KM | 470 Miles)


Day3 (Ride:757 KM |  470 Miles) – 
Orillia ON to Sault Ste-Marie MI to Somewhere south of Cloquet MN                

05:30 I’m up.  The campground has a public shower I can use and both Ken and I want to get an early start.  I’m not down yet with the packing up the tent and I let Ken know that I’ll take care of it after he takes off to beat the cross border Labour Day traffic returning home.  At 7am we grab the campgrounds complimentary coffee; we have seconds and take a stroll to the water front to chance a view of the sun rise over Lake Nicolet.  I don’t know what hit me just then but it takes all my concentration to keep the tears in check. I simply choked up there for a moment.  I guess the emotions of taking off on my own and heading out West are finally settling in. 


Ken’s all set – Oh those pipes of his will definitely get of some folks up!  At least he does not give it that little extra throttle.  So off he goes - this is it.. I’m officially on my own!  After seeing Ken turn off and rumble away towards April I turn around and decide it’s still early, so let see if I can update days 1 and 2 of my blog.  I get all the electronics out.  Fiddle around trying to get the laptop to reach the power supply.  Need to move the picnic table closer and then…nothing. Computer won’t turn on.  Check the power supply there is a light on the laptop that proves power is coming to the laptop…however it simply won’t boot up…now ask me why I hate PC’s…My iMac has not given me one once of trouble at home in over 4 years…but this Lenovo T60 piece of crap has always been a royal pain in the A$$.  Anyway, I figured I might as well start to tear down the tent and keep the laptop plugged in while take a go at it.  I’m hoping this will an easy exercise to put everything back in its place as it was when I left Brossard on Saturday.  Well surprisingly it did, the ONLY thing was it took way too long!  You see I had company, my 2 neighbours decided to come chat to me the whole time I packed my gear, what should have taken 20 minutes at best took an hour.  Nice guys, Rich and Chuck both have ridden and had full plethora of complaints from their GW and FLH days.  Seems they both liked the RG though and we’re impressed with how all my gear fit on the bike nice and tight.  Even the LapTop decided to joing in the celebration by finally booting up.  But by this time I decided I needed to get some ridding done.   Richard suggested that I take route 28 West on my way to Vancouver in lieu of route 2 which had been my original ride plan.  He said it was a nice quiet road in good condition and that I’d probably miss some of the traffic of folks heading home and that 28 would merge back into route 2.     I thanked him for the advice and wished them both well and kicked-off at 09:00 West Bound.
Finding 28 was fairly simple, using my GPS with the ‘’highway avoidance’’ mode set to on.  It took a little longer to connect to 28 but then the scenery is always more pleasant than hitting the Super Slab and I don’t have any stress of time; I do have all the month of September off.  I do want to get to Vancouver in decent time but I know my pace will be relaxed for a bit and that’s a nice feeling when on a bike in the middle of ‘’NewWhere’’.
Has I ride these new and unfamiliar roads I set the radio to the local rock station to try to get an idea of what kind of weather I will be in for the day, Rich at the campground warned of some bad weather heading my way but for the moment the sky is clear and again the wind is low.  Another great ridding day in perspective…or so I thought.
Traffic is nothing to light as I continued on.  Sometime before lunch I see the shade of dark grey looming out in the horizon ahead of me.  I’m not quite sure how close I am but I don’t make out any of those shower curtain effects you see in the sky when you KNOW its pouring somewhere.  But they do seem ominous and dark and low.  At the very next Rest Area I decide at the last possible moment to pull out and swap gear.  Out comes the full 360 High Vise HD jacket and pants.  Was not sure if I should have brought this along with me or not, but then THIS is exactly why I bought them, that is for long rides and hopefully allowing me to continue on longer in inclement weather.  I don’t have my chaps off that a few drops of rain start to hit me.  Still the sky directly above me looks clear and the wind are still fairly mild,  but I feel the pressing need to dress up quickly.  Off goes the half helmet and on goes the Full Face.  Everything's tied down to the bike.  I wobble my way back on to the bike.  These pants aren’t the most efficient for walking they make me think of snow pants but with some extra padding.  Looking like a soldier from a G.I. Joe movie I get back up on the saddle and tear out of the Rest Area.  The winds picked up very shortly after, the windshields starts to show the 1st signs of what’s to come.. I about 20 minutes away from the Rest Area and then the sky become to rumble loud enough that I feel the ground shake.  I’m thinking I’m about to test out my rain gear in some real serious conditions.  So down it comes!  I mean HARD.  Some of the cars have all way flashers on.  I’m slowing down to 3 gear trying to keep my visor clear enough to see.  My thought is it can’t last long, or so I hope.  I’m about to take and incline into some mountain pass when the worst possible thing can happen.  All the cars in front of me are pulling over…here comes the hail!  Now this is only my second time in hail, and it does not take a rocket scientist to figure out that one:  you don’t ride in hail and two:  you better find cover if your on a bike…I know  just passed some commercial building maybe 50 yards back.  Traffic on both sides is stopped so no trouble pulling a 180.  I get to the place and find the smallest of covers which is at the front door of the business that is closed for the holiday weekend.  I simply take the RG up the crosswalk right up the door and parked it.  It’s so small that only two thirds of the bike and be under cover.  I’m not worried.  Everything on the bike is doubled up in Dry Sacs and should resist the water.  I’ll know for sure when I pitch the tent at my next stop. 
Funny thing about this commercial building I pulled into.  I just got off my bike when an official looking vehicle pulls up right next to the front door and an officer pulls out.  I thought the guy was an officer because of the gun on his belt.  Turns out it’s the Fire Protection Department and he needs to get in.  I’m blocking the only entrance!  That is my bike is.  So I get back on pull back out into the rain (oh did I mention they have no rain gutters?)  So I’m getting poured on by thunder showers and the massive water fall coming off from the roof…he tells me its ok to park right back once he enters.  But that will only happen once he finds the right key…and when he does, it’s kind of a finicky lock…you need to wiggle it one way then the other then pull it out a bit then finally it turns…wrong way!  Ok wiggle it some more pull it out stick it back in turn it the other way and ‘’CLICK’’ by Joe I think he’s GOT IT, none too soon either…I’m still sitting on the HOG and getting DRENCHED.  Well it was not so bad after all…I still had the Full Face on and the gear seemed to keep me dry.  You get what you pay for I guess.  I’m really impressed thus far with it.  The only thing that was really soaked was my leather sheepskin buttpad and my gloves, and that’s ok with me. So I get off the bike.  It’s still coming down hard; the hail had stopped though soon after I found the shelter.  Looking up at the sky I see what every biker loves to see when stuck in bad weather..‘’Clearance!’’ woot!  So I spy some blue in the sky, I take a quick little video of the passing storm front to clear weather.  

(Will insert a video here once I get home and access to my MAC dumb a$$ PC)
YouTube Clip:
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ul7ZTJ_RGWI&feature=g-upl

Moments later, I’m still debating If it’s safe from the hail as the sounds and rumbles seem to still be hanging directly overhead and at that moment, a nice lady cracks the door open an inch or two as that’s all the room available with my bike in the way.  We have a nice conversation, her name is Kay.  It’s at this point that I find out it’s not a police station but a Fire Protection Department.  She rides a Kawa750 and we talk about where I’m from and where I’ m going typical biker talk and then she offers me to come in.  I thank her but don’t really want to stay much longer and she offers to go view the weather map and let me know what to expect on my westerly route.  Moments later she returns with a positive feedback that it’s all clear after this mountain ridge and looks good all the rest of the day.  Now that’s good news.  I thank her for her help and ride off.  The worst of the storm has passed and sure enough as I keep going West the weather keeps getting better.  Moments after leaving my coverage I ride pass a bad head on collision that must have happened only moments before I passed.  It looks bad.  Firetruck is there though, no ambulance or police yet, I was to pass them some 20 miles later.  I hope the persons involved in the crash survived.
Not long after passing the accident my deerskin gloves are nice and dry…I love those things too. 
Now at this point I start remember some of Shrug’s adventure and some to the little things that can add a little stress to the ride and case in point it’s lodging.  Where will I be staying?  What will I find?  Will there be room?  Is it safe to simply camp in the wild?  I have so many questions but no answers.  I decide to try and use the GPS for this by typing a keyword CAMP…and see what pop’s up.  Well the 1st place it found was close enough and it was getting late, and I was not really in the mood to try and set up the tent in the dark.  I don’t think I’m that good at it yet.  So the 1st place I pull off too thanks to my handy GPS is probably what can only be described as the Municipal’s City Dump Ground!  Some guy put up a sign allowing campers on his lot but the only amenities I could discern from my 1st ride by was the carcasses of what used to be at one point in their lifetime a panoply of RV’s and mobiles homes.  None of which could offer adequate shelter unless you were a rat.  So thank you GPS for finding me this GEM of a place.  It’s getting darker and I decide to call it quits for finding a campground and I decide to ask my friendly GPS for LODGING instead of camping.  Closest it finds is about 25 minutes south of my current position a little bit off my route but at this point I’m feeling a little bit stressed.  It had the name mountain lake lodge in the title so I figured I’d find a nice logging cabin type resort.  Well surprise surprise, it turns out to be an RV campground and they have room for a tent for 25$ a night without water or electricity.  The other person in the place at the reception/bar is this one guy and he comments how he did not know it was snowmobile season already (pun at my FF).  I tell him I’m all the way from Montreal and rode through a hail storm and severe thunder showers awhile back.  He quits bugging me and once he sees that I’m willing to pay 25$ for next to nothing for a patch of land he says and rent me a night in his camper for 15$, he’s a local and can stay at his home.  I turn down the offer, I’m guessing it might look like one of the rat infested versions I saw at my previous stop and I still wanted to improve on my tent pitching skills (have I mentioned I had never camped before, I forget?).  No registration, no taking down any of my information, I’m thinking the barmaid pocketed the money and the client tried to cut  it on the easy deal my offering me a lower rate.  Barmaid 1 – Client 0.
 I found a nice spot away from most RV’s.  It’s dark!  Guess I’ll be able to test my night time tent pitching after all.  Oh and throw in some ravenous mosquitoes to the challenge!  No worries, my only exposed skin are part of my face and I brought along some Musk Oil.  Well I got the little lantern on the forehead deal going and it works quite well at throwing the light at where you need it whilst at the same time drawing every known species of night insect that love the light!  Skills improved.  I got the tent up in less than 15 minutes, that’s 5 minutes off yesterday’s time and this in the dark to boot.  It really was a nice camp ground, right on the side of the lake
My only mistake, was I pitched my tent right next to the public bathroom and shower building.  So I got to hear all the comings and goings most of the evening to the loo when natured called.  But then again it was not that bad as most of the folks had RV’s and their own washrooms. It also worked out fine because I got to keep a close eye on my gear and bike when morning came and I took my shower.  

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Day2 (Ride: 574KM | 357Miles)

Packed and ready – we are set.  Next stop; gas and a quick breakfast at Tim Horton’s - Once both machine and man are full, we headed North on highway 400 that turns into Route 17 West along the coast of Lake Huron.  Again we are having a spectacular sunny, warm day with no wind.  Some of the views of Lake Huron in the distance are quite impressive.  I know I need to come back and explore it someday.   As we neared Sudbury I start to recognize the landscape.  It took a while for me to understand why, but eventually it hit me..  One summer a long long time ago, my parents decided I needed to be sent out to my uncle’s place in Sudbury Ontario and help lend him hand in building his new home that he built on his own.  It’s remarkable that a parcel of land that I have only seen once in my lifetime 34 years ago when I was a kid of 13 could be so vividly recognisable.  Immediately was thinking how I needed to find Uncle Dan’s home.  I looked forward to seeing more landmarks that I might recognize, so many memories were flooding back, I was thrilled…then when we started to see the signs that we were about to head into the town of Sudbury, Ken’s veers on a Westerly route that takes us further and further away from Sudbury.  I felt disappointment.  But I knew then that I would double back and stop in Sudbury on my return leg of my trip.  I need to see my Uncle’s final resting place.  He passed away a few years ago.  I made a mental note to reach out to his daughter Lynn to get the information needed to pay my final respects.
Just before entering in the U.S. Ken’s suggest that we find a place to camp nearby the border as he realizes that he does not want to be stuck in the throngs of returning Canadians heading back home after the long 3 day weekend. I agreed, after all I’m in no hurry, so across the bridge toward the border we go.  Ken in the left lane and me in the middle lane.  Ken suddenly shuffles into my lane, figures he always picks the longest wait lane and figures he’ll fair better in mine.  What I neglected to tell him is that I ALWAYS choose the wrong lane also!  Sure enough both lanes on either side of us our WAY quicker than ours.. …then we hit the ‘’GUY’’, one of the nuttiest border guard I’ve met to date.  The one thousand questions guy.  Trying to trip you up, trying to catch you in a lie…trying to outwit the Stupid Canadian Tourists…was kind of funny actually.  Sometimes I wonder if the boys at the border say something like ‘’ Hey Joe, you be the A_Hole today me and Tom will let everyone by’’?  Now what really could be useful for these blokes would be a system of ratings of all our previous entries into the Country by each Border Agent.  That way one agent might score an individual as high risk and another as mild and another as low and they might actually have a useful rating tool and target REAL threats instead of harassing a City Water Works Manager and a Banker!! I mean what is all the worth of funds from homeland security and all the upgrades in computer systems and mandatory passports worth if they can’t even do that?  Any hoot we both got across Ken before I.  So once I finished paying the toll that is less than 50 yards away from our entry into the USA.  Ken’s ask’s me how much the toll just cost me.  I replied 3$ and I tell him how the toll operator tried to short change me by a buck.  I gave him a 5$ bill Canadian and he gives me a looney back instead of a twoney.  The guy says ‘’Oops!’’ after confronted with the mistake and he gives me another looney.  Now when I tell Ken this.  Ken got the same scam but did not call him on it.  So from 2 bikes he makes 1$.  Now if you multiply those odds by the amount of traffic coming through daily, that guy must rack up a little fortune over the long weekend!     
We took the 1st exist into Michigan to stop at the Tourist Info center to locate the closest campground.  I found this interesting little sign on the front door, the guy in the picture on the door shares my family name and also my Great Grand Fathers first Name.  Here’s a shot I took.  I will have to check with the family if we are related somehow.

Once inside the clerk helped us located a campground less than 3 miles out.  Place by the name of SOO  Locks Camping, 26$ dollars a night to pitch a tent with access to electricity and water and supposedly Wi/Fi.  I suggest to Ken to find us a few brewskies and ice nearby while I pitch the tent for the 1st time on my own.  Might be of interest for a few of you to know 2 things:  1- I’ve never camped before and 2 – I’ve only pitched this tent once and that with the help of Nathalie.  Well turns out, I’m not so bad at pitching the tent.  Got it up in less than 20 minutes even though the guy’s on YouTube get it up in less than 6 minutes…I’ll improve over time..I hope.

By the time Ken gets back we unpack our gear set the sleeping gear and polish off 2 quick beers from the twelve pack he brought.  Now it’s getting late.  Tim Horton’s breakfast is far far away and hunger calls.
The lady at the Tourist Info center also recommended we have supper at a place called The Antlers Restaurant, she said the ambience was different…well that was an understatement.  The place is filled with critters of all sorts that the local Taxidermist must have been kept busy for many years to populate the restaurant.  The wait was 90 minutes plus to be sited…forget that!  We are hungry!!  Nothing like hunger to make us seem like mean badass bikers…so off we go to a dive called the Corner Pub.

Me and Ken were the only customers inside but before entering a friendly couple were just leaving and getting on their ElectraGlide and said the food was good.  Turned out to be pretty good food indeed.

Ken had the all you can eat whitefish and I had the special mushroom cheese hamburger.  Our waitress was a sweet little girl studying at U of M in marine biology or something like that.  Before we finished eating, our ‘’nice waitress’’ shift was over and was replaced by what seemed to be the bithchiest barmaid around.. a pretty girl but oh…the foul language an attitude coming out of her mouth.  She must not have been happy coming in a Sunday night of a long weekend in a place that had by now only 4 customers in the whole place…not much tips in store for her that evening.  She entered the place by saying to the 1st customer she saw at the bar ‘’Hey AssHole!’’in an unkind unhappy tone, even at that I don’t know if it would have sounded any better if she had said it in an upbeat and happy tone either..  The guy was a local cab driver as we saw him park near our bikes and I’m guessing he’s a regular and probably NOT a real good tipper!   So our sweet waitress leaves and we get the pleasure of settling our bill with little miss Prissy..again seems that Ken got shafted in the exchange rate and somehow she probably scored a little tip after all for her evening by also shafting her colleague that just finished her shift.   
When we got back to the campsite, both Ken and I were ready to call it quits for the night…so Ken’s empties out the make-do ice box and out pop’s 2 silver bullets!!  Oh what the heck, we crack open the last two cans of brew and settle in for the night.  TIC TOC, TIC TOC..the beer needs to go..it’s 01:00 something’ish…I get up…make a racket with the series of zippers and doors…must have been at least 4 different sets of zippers to finally get out…no time to make it to the main building..quickly find the package and get it free and..''Ahhhh''- Relief!  

Back into the tent.. I settle back in the sac.  Fiddle around yet again with another zipper on my soon to be ex-new sleeping bag (details later) and finally settle back into it to what warmth is left over from my little escapade outside.  Now this brings me to ponder how well my mat is working at keeping the cold from the ground from seeping into my sleeping bag.  The next thought that forms in my head makes me giggle, enough that Ken asks what’s up? It's pitch black in the tent and I thought he was asleep..and I come out and say…’’well I’m just wondering if I can touch your COT’’?’  Ken; ‘’says touch my what?’’ and I just loose it…back track one night to a conversation I had with Ken’s wife where we talked about the movie ‘’Broke Back Mountain’’ and how I’ve never seen it and all and here I am in a tent with another man asking him if his COT is warm!  Ok I don’t know if what I’m trying to express as being funny actually sounds funny but I don't think Ken heard the word COT at 1st..sounded like something else...at that moment, then and there, it was hilarious!  Turns out that Ken’s MAT was warm and old and did repel the cold quite well…a very small glitch in communications was soon resolved and we both got a good, but nervous laugh, out of it!  And soon sleep took over till morning.

Day1 (Ride: 598KM | 368Miles)

It’s surreal how suddenly this trip all came together.  Nat went from considering coming all the way to Orillia Ontario with me and then heading back home the next day, then preferred accompanying me  up till  our 1st tank full was consumed then have lunch wherever we ended up being to turn around to head back home, to finally just getting me to Kahnawake for the tank fill up.  She simply was too sad to ride knowing I was going away for a month.  I took a picture of her teary farewell and look at it every night before going to bed.  It’s a wonderful feeling knowing someone cares for you so much.  Makes me wonder how the spouses of our military deal with the long separations when they go away on tour overseas for months on end.
This day was sunny, low winds, not to hot, simply perfect riding weather!  1st destination; Harley Davidson in Oshawa Ontario, where Ken offered to meet up with me to then ride the up North for 2 hours taking the scenic side roads back to his place.  Plenty of nice scenery and events happening along all the little towns we passed as it was the long Labour Day weekend.  We even saw was a train and caboose that was converted for driving on the roads – whoever the owner was I bet he’s got quite the miniature railroads systems in his basement! 
We did a quick stop the Kirkfield Lift Locks to see some really cool historic marine waterway engineering feats.
  

Then off to Ken’s where I was greeted by not one, not two, but three dogs!  Naturally the whole neighbourhood dogs joined in the celebration of welcoming me to Orillia.  Once the excitement was over, I finally got to meet the cat and later even the Python!  Did we stop a ZOO? .. No, not at all, it was actually one the most lovely homes I have ever been in.  April (Ken’s wife) definitely has a talent for home decorating and could probably launch herself in a new career if she so wanted.  If I was an editor of some fancy home decor magazine I’d want to feature some of her work in my magazine.   I think Nat would have liked to have met April.  They have some similar qualities and talents.  I look forward to that meeting.
So after Ken and April whipped us up a superb BBQ the boys went downstairs to the man-cave where I finally met the Python.  

He was a friendly critter.  A little too clingy at times but for those who know me well, I kind of like clingy (zing Steve!).  Followed was a few cold brews, watching a bit of video of our comrade’s video of his ride trip to Alaska on Hester (Shrug’s Alaskapade blog Link), then a few entries in our bike Forum with pictures of the moment (link to thread).

Once we got over the horsing around and having fun, we started having even MORE fun planning my route out of Orillia to the States via Soul Ste-Marie.  Not sure how the idea came about (the mind was a little numb by lack of sleep and the light beer at this point!), but in nutshell, Ken decides to come with me all the way to Sault Ste.Marie MI!  The plan forms, we tell April.  Her reply to Ken (with a smile) is ‘’don’t let the door hit you on the way out honey’’ (what a great gal!). 

Friday, August 31, 2012

23h30

7.5  hours till kick stand up and away...All packed with the help of Nat.  I got my Tent, sleeping pad, Kermit Chair and footprint all in that Yellow bag.  Got to tell you I'm really stocked for this trip.
Will be heading to Orillia Ontario to meet with a good friend of mine (Ken) and do a little BBQ and then decide if  I stay one more night and reboot or simply get going for the US border...will know how things turn out tomorrow.


Thursday, August 30, 2012

The Meaning

Well lets see how to start this..
July 30th 2012 our father (Lawrence John Brophy) passed away at the age of 87.
The weekend of his wake, I had 2 of my 3 my brothers staying with us in our home. 
Now being of Irish decent you might understand that SOME liquor was consumed...for those who know me, I've been sober for the past 2 years...but his death, this passing, was a time to reminisce and well DRINK…Oh did we drink! 

Now to Rewind just a tad:  Our mother passed away November 15th 2004 at the age of 75, nearly 8 years ago already.  Since then I’ve been taking care of our father who at the time was also very ill and continued having health issues till his final hours, he was however still living on his own in his same apartment complex that he lived in for the last 25 years.

His only wish to us was to remain in his home till the end.  He did not want to be a burden to anyone.  His wishes were agreed upon from all his 4 sons, however we would have liked to have provided him with better care but in the end..it pretty much went the  way he wanted it to be and he spent his final days on earth as he had planned.  He was home till the end, he only spent a day and a half in the hospital.  Pretty stubborn old fart if you ask me..but then, I think that it runs in his family (on the men side anyway) and I think some of his boys might have also inherited this trait from him…I’ll leave out naming any names…its all hearsay at the moment anyway.

Back to the present:  After my big brother John flew back to Perou (where he lives) and our eldest brother Steve was back in his home I had a series of little events happen to me and my daughter on the day our last guest left our home.  I can`t really share those events with you all, anyway most of you wouldn’t believe it anyway and it changes nothing about this trip and my need to fulfill it on such a short notice…

So the journey begins with the idea of riding out to Vancouver to meet the only sibling who could not attend our fathers funeral…my older brother Richard, who I haven`t seen in 26 years.  My plan is to simply surprise him with a visit.  Pass along some personal effects from our parents and finalize some estate matters and then wish him well and be on my way home.

Now NONE of this trip could happen if a whole sequence of events did not happen and happen they did and VERY quickly.  So just to put some of it in context for you all here`s a somewhat brief summary of events:

I worked for 24 years for the same employer.  I was not thrilled with my last position that I occupied for the last 2 and a half years.  The bank was going through a series of restructurations and I found myself in a job that left me less than satisfied.   I decided to gamble on applying on a temporary post that would put me in a department that I knew and liked and had previous experience in.  The gamble was that after 1year, I might lose my post and not have a place to return too.  I took the risk. My contract expires on September 14th of this year.  Guess what...the division I work for announces budgetary cuts and freezes on all new hires!  Not good for me.   Long story short, my fathers passes, my contract is about to expire, I try to apply on some interesting positions outside my division.  I get an interview 3 weeks later.  I get the job…I negotiate a start day of October 1st with my new employer and manage to get authorizations of non paid leave for two weeks before my contract end date so basically I get ALL the month of September off for this pilgrimage to Vancouver!  I must state that my current employer showed me lots of compassion and both parties are aware of my plans and have all passed along good wishes to me and my trip.  (Re-reading this last paragraph I did plan on keeping it brief…it could have been sooo much longer if I put all in but that`s the best summary I can manage…I leave for Vancouver in less than 2 days!).

Today - Well, I have 2 days of “work” left.  I have butterflies.  I seem to have a light case of insomnia lately.  I have my Girlfriends support as those from my children, family, friends and work.  I`m prepared (as prepared as can be on such little planning).  The bike is ready.  I`m stocked for Saturday`s kick stand up for 7am. 

Looking forward to the ride..