23.08.16 Dease Lake, British Columbia to Stewart, British Columbia. Canada
It was a beautiful morning as we set off on our stunning route on the Cassiar Highway today.
Only a few patches of road construction held us up en route, it seemed strange how we would ride on our own for miles, but when we arrived at roadworks or a service area, the area was suddenly overrun with all types of vehicle and people.
Although during the last few weeks we have met fewer people, there have still been some really good encounters. However, there are those that only want to come over to tell us about how they’ve done it so much better, bigger, louder than we have. These types have a set of favourite questions, that usually go like this:
Where are you from?
What is the bike? We then tell them it is an 800 cc BMW
Is the bike powerful enough for the sidecar? Paul used to be very patient with this, but now his retort is: well, we’re here aren’t we?
Turning to me: Is the sidecar comfortable?, yes say I (thinking to myself no, I’ve chosen to ride along in a torture device, for fun).
This is followed by all the facts to prove how much better they are than us, such as that they ride 500 miles in a morning, have ridden the world 5 times over (even to places you can’t get to by bike).
They will also ‘share’ how much better their luggage/helmets/petrol cans/camera/stickers whatever are than ours.
Sometimes this kind of thing can make us laugh to ourselves for hours, other days it can become tedious, and grind you down.
Mind you, all the lovely people we meet far outweigh those wallys, thank goodness. Those people, you won’t see any photos of!
The last 40 miles of our ride today was through a glacial valley, where one glacier followed another, some were now quite small and there were also a lot of spectacular waterfalls, and very fast moving rivers.
Stewart is a quaint small town with some very interesting old buildings from the Gold Rush era, and the Motel we are staying in is a hotchpotch of really interesting old buldings, such as ‘The Crow’s Lodge’, ‘The Brothel’, Stewart House’ to name a few. Each building is full with antiques, and they are truly characterful.