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MAY 28 & 29 – Crossed into Canada on Monday from Idaho’s Hwy 95. The weather forecast was calling for rain through Fernie. So I threw on my rain gear when I stopped to fuel up in Cranbrook. It was cold through Fernie, about 10 degrees celsius and combine that with the rain, it made it very uncomfortable having that cold wind hitting my wet gloves. By the time I made it to Blairmore for the night, my hands were in pain from the cold. Had to warm them up for a few minutes in the hotel lobby before I could even give the woman at the desk my credit card and write my information down. I was chilled to the bone and took a long time to get my feet warmed up under the blanket when it was time to go to bed, but I did sleep well.

The elderly man insisted I sit inside his smart car. 🙂

The next morning headed downtown in the small mining town of Blairmore to find the only restaurant that served breakfast in the area. The restaurant didn’t even have a sign outside and ended up circling around a couple of times before I pulled over and asked this elderly man crossing the street if he knew where it was. He pointed at the building behind him so I parked the bike and he came over to chat. He was originally from Calgary but moved to Blairmore to retire. I asked him how he liked this place and he smiled and said he should’ve done it a long time ago. Curious, I asked him what he liked to do with his spare time now and he said that his hobby was solar energy. He said his entire living room was powered with solar energy and that he had cut his power bill by 50%. He says to me, “I drive a smart car believe it or not! Have you ever been in one?” I said no and he insists that I walk over with him and sit inside. It was a lot more spacious than I had expected and had a great big sun roof that took up almost the entire roof. We got on the topic of goals and dreams and I asked him was his next project would be. He sticks out his arm past my right shoulder and points to something behind me. “I want to climb that.” He says. I turn around and see that he’s pointing at Crows Nest Mountain! The man must’ve been in his 70’s I’m guessing and he impressed the hell out of me as I could tell he was serious about it. The mountain is about 9,137ft in elevation and takes an average of 6 hrs to complete the 10.6km hike round trip. You could tell he wasn’t the ‘hiking type’ so where this one would be typically moderate for most, it would be a big undertaking for that fellow.

After breakfast, I continued along the Crowsnest Hwy, stopping at Frank Slide and the Limber Pine to take some pictures. I have travelled all over Alberta and have seen the Rockies from South to North and for those who don’t know; the Mountain Scenery changes considerably through out the province. I keep forgetting how beautiful it is down here in this area. In this particular section, the mountains sneak up on you if you’re coming towards them from the East in the prairies. It’s difficult to articulate but in my opinion this area all the way down to the Montana border through Waterton National Park, is Alberta’s best kept secret. This area is full of old mining towns, ghost towns, wild west history and Cattle Ranches that have survived for generations.

Turtle Mountain. You can clearly see the portion of the mountain that crumbled.

Frank Slide is a fascinating piece of Alberta History. In 1903, a massive rock slide sent 80 million tons of limestone rock down Turtle Mountain, burying a portion of the mining town of Frank. 70-90 people died and most of whom still remain buried underneath the boulders covering the area today. You can clearly see the portion of the mountain that came down and the hwy was built right through the rock slide path so you see nothing but boulders on either side. There’s a great interpretive center here as well.

Here’s a video about the Frank Slide:


The Burmis Tree, Crows Nest Pass, Alberta

The Burmis Tree, Crows Nest Pass, Alberta

The Burmis Tree is a Limber Pine that died back in the 1970’s, finally toppling over in 1998 but after the local community’s influence, a partnership formed between the federal / provincial government, local businesses, community groups and private citizens to raise the tree back to its original place and stabilize it permanently for future generations to enjoy. Known to have the longest life spans of any tree in Alberta, and grow in the harshest conditions where other trees would die,  this particular Limber Pine has become a symbol of endurance for the people in the area.

I continued North on Hwy 22 to Calgary and watched the Rockies from the Crowsnest Region slowly disappear from my mirror behind me, but caught regular glimpses of the mountain range to the West of me. Lots of rolling hills and grassland in this area, popular with cattle ranches that have been established as far back as the 1880’s. I’ve never been to Scotland but for some reason I keep thinking this area would look much like it.

I have a little over an hour left till I’m home and I realize how incredibly lucky I am to be living in such a beautiful part of the world. I have seen many places since I left for Phoenix last fall, but this place never fails to take my breath away every time I come back. It’s good to be home.

Here’s a video of Alberta created by Alberta Tourism. Please take the time to watch, it’s brilliantly made and gives me goosebumps every time I see it. Maybe it’ll give you a better understanding of what I’m talking about:


So the final odometer reads 16,130 kms. I started at 5,300kms when I left for Phoenix last fall so that brings me to 10,830kms. Not much for all you hard

‘Victor’ and I, taken along the Coronado Trail. We made some amazing memories together. 🙂

core riders out there but a milestone for me as a solo rider. The bike has taken me through, canyons, mountains, forests such as the giant Redwoods, deserts, gorges and coastline. Hail, snow flurries, rain, lightening, hard wind to hot sun. And cities like Las Vegas, Phoenix, Los Angeles and San Francisco. I’ve grown pretty attached to this bike. Maybe a little too attached….I’m told I get too attached to inanimate objects so as part of my ‘therapy’, after a lot of thought… *sniffle….I’ve decided to sell this bike in pursuit of a different style of riding; A

dventure riding. Met some interesting people who have inspired me to steer in this direction, so I’m going for it. I’m looking at Enduros. Haven’t decided what I’ll be getting yet. Any suggestions, tips or recommendations would be greatly appreciated. Stay tuned….


Columbia River Gorge

MAY 27 & 28 – “It’s just like riding a motorcycle” the Truck Driver said, referring to his Jeep Wrangler. I looked at him with raised eyebrows (maybe rolled my eyes a little), “Um…no. No, it’s nothing like riding a bike…” I said, as a matter of factly. I had stopped for fuel at a Truck Stop just before Spokane, WA. This man starts talking to me as I’m looking at one of the maps on the map stand. He was from Nashville and drove tour buses all over North America for musicians like Reba McEntire and Slipknot. He said he was asked to do a stint with Madonna this year, but he turned it down. I said, “Why? Is she a bit of a Diva? Is she difficult to work with?”. “No….” he said. “But, her manager is. He thinks he’s more famous than she is!”, rolling his eyes. “Sounds like you have some interesting stories to tell.” I said. “You have no idea!” he says. “My friends keep telling me, I should write a book but I’m too scared I’ll get sued.” Then he went on a tangent about how he was going to turn 40 soon and was thinking of slowing down, maybe semi retiring and finding work in Nashville where he was home every night. I asked him where his bus was and he pointed outside at this beautiful red bus at the fuel Island. He said it was worth 1 million. I asked if it was an automatic and he said “Of course! It also has heated seats, built-in massager, all the bells and whistles!” “And you said you’re looking to retire? Looks like a retirement job to me…” I replied and he smiles and blushes. We swapped a couple of Truck driving stories. For those of you who don’t know, I have had my class 1 licence for 11 years now. I tried long haul for a season but that was cut short when the man I was teamed up with, tried to crawl in the bunk with me one night. After that I switched over to city driving for a bit delivering all sorts of freight from produce to refrigerators and then on to off roading, working in the Petroleum Industry, driving through mud, snow, mountains, blizzards, logging roads, you name it.

Kite Boarders, Hood River, Oregon

Anyways, back to him. His youngest kid would be graduating in 4 years and once he does, he was going to start to live his own life. He wanted to travel the world. He’s never left North America. “I want to see Europe, Australia and Japan. I worked hard all my life, starting at an early age, and never made time to do those things. Once the boy graduates, then it’s ‘me time’.” And he pats his chest with both hands. Well, that’s fine I think to myself. But how many times have you heard the story about how this person, has worked hard all their lives and saved up all their money for retirement. And once that day comes, something happens and they die. All those years of hard work. Waiting for the right time and the time gets taken away from them…. This was me 4 years ago… And I came to the realization that there has to be a balance in

Kite Boarders, Hood River, Oregon

life. There is nothing wrong with planning for your future but you need to enjoy today and live in the moment now as well. Because you could be gone tomorrow. One of my favorite insights, as morbid as it sounds is to try to picture yourself on your death bed. Think about all the things that might be going through your head when you know your time is almost up. Will you be wishing that you had spent more time working and saving money in your life? Or wishing you had spent less time working and more time enjoying it? I’ll stop with the cheesy lecture as I can feel all of you rolling your eyes at me. We said our goodbyes, and continued on our own ways. Me from Phoenix to Calgary via Pacific Coast Hwy and him from Seattle dropping the last band off at the airport and driving back home to Nashville, Tennessee. As I watched him walk towards his bus, it dawned on me that I should’ve asked him for a tour of the thing to take a couple of pics to show you folks but didn’t want to waste his time as he had a long drive ahead of him. Guess you’ll just have to trust that I didn’t make this up. :)Click on link below and use your mouse to navigate 360 degree view of picture:

360 degree view of Columbia River Gorge, taken from Hwy 14, Washington side

Lets reverse back to the Columbia River Gorge. It was a great ride. From Astoria I was contemplating on wether or not to stay along the edge of the gorge on Hwy

Kite Boarders, Hood River, Oregon

30 or take Hwy 202 to Portland that was suppose to be one of the local favorites for motorcycle routes in the state. I was worried I would miss something along the Gorge so I stayed on 30 but there wasn’t anything to write home about and I wished I would have stuck with my gut and done the 202. I crossed the gorge to the Washington side, just before Portland and continued East along the gorge on Hwy 14. It nice, scenic with some really nice views of the gorge and a few sweeping corners. Crossed the bridge at White Salmon back over to the Oregon side and parked the bike for a bit to watch the kite boarders and windsurfers, carving the water. It was a sunny day and the beach was packed with kites and spectators. Kite boarding is on the bucket list too so it was particularly great to watch for me.Now the biggest highlight on this stretch, was hwy 30 that breaks away from

Lots of twisties on this stretch, Hwy 30 from Mosier, Columbia River Gorge, Oregon

Hwy 84 at Mosier on the Oregon side. A short ride, but packed a punch with twisties after twisties, through orchards, and valleys to birds eye views of the Columbia River Gorge. I enjoyed it so much, I contemplated backtracking and doing it all over again but I was running out of time and at this rate I wouldn’t get to Kennewick till 7pm anyways, so I kept heading East. If I do the gorge again I would probably stay on the Oregon side from Astoria and include the 202. I did the gorge a couple of years back and remember that there were some scenic parts with twisties early on, on the Oregon side as well, that I had missed this time around.

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Lots of twisties on this stretch! Hwy 30, Columbia River Gorge, Oregon side.

Cannon Beach, Oregon