Saturday 23 June, 2012

Day 8 – D’oh! Canada.


I highly recommend Geraldines Counter for breakfast in Seattle. Best egg sammich I’ve ever had. Preparing to get underway I accidentally bent the Yamaha key in the luggage. Carefully bending it back made it usable, but I feared it was now ready to break upon using it again. I had two duplicates made at a [...]


I highly recommend Geraldines Counter for breakfast in Seattle. Best egg sammich I’ve ever had.
Preparing to get underway I accidentally bent the Yamaha key in the luggage. Carefully bending it back made it usable, but I feared it was now ready to break upon using it again. I had two duplicates made at a place down the street. Peace of mind restored, I grabbed a cup of coffee at Victrola and got underway. Brad suggested I take the ferry to Whidbey Island (say it like Stewie).
On the ferry I met Ken. He had a Honda ST 1100 with about 150,000 miles on it and liked it so much he bought another for when this one goes, but it keeps on going. He owns a liquor store on the island so he commutes by ferry every day.

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On the island I stopped in the charming town of Coupville. They had a Dutch shop with 30 kinds of licorice and I found myself missing Sally. (Every visit to Carmel we stopped in at the british candy shop for and other licorice). As much as I enjoyed the trip so far, not being able to share it with her is difficult. The skies and my mood darkened as I worked my way up the coast to the border.

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Back on the mainland I took Chuckanut Dr. to another cute touristy town called Fairhaven. There I met a bunch of Canadian motorcyclists who gave me lots of advice on the roads to take in Canada.
The border crossing was uneventful, almost anticlimactic.

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I missed my turnoff, forgetting to convert kilometers to miles. That landed me in the worst traffic jam I have ever seen. If I hadn’t broken a dozen traffic laws I would still be waiting in the 5km line of idling cars. I was tired and crabby when I arrived in Vancouver. Sarah put me in touch with her friend Tish who lives with her family near the UofBC. She wasn’t there but her husband John and son Lewis entertained me and fed me. They were super nice and I slept well in the spare room of their lovely home.

3 Comments

  • Sarah says:

    So glad you got to spend the night at Tish & John’s! Lewis reminds me a bit of West — looking forward to how that young man turns out :-) Your photos of the coast just past Vancouver are stunning! So glad we get to follow along this way.

    love you!
    Sarah

    • scottw919 says:

      Yes, a good end to a challenging day. Lewis is one if those kids I reference when some grumpy old person starts their “kids these days” rant. Of course there is no age limit to being a grumpy old person, sometimes I hear my younger friends lament the younger generation. I think I remember reading an ancient Greek text that said the same thing.

  • Scott Nelson says:

    Nice to hear about someone else enjoying an ST1100! The VerSys and R6 get occasional exercise, but I keep coming back to the ST as my favorite. Glad you’re making new friends and seeing new places, and looking forward to doing some riding with you.


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