Moving on and very moving

Well , what have we learned? One thing is for sure biking, camping and blogging do not mix. It is only now that we have found a WiFi campsite that allows me to write this. This is not strictly true as we found one earlier but had too much writing to people at home which left no time to blog, My sincerest apologies for the delay.

Anyway a great deal has happened.

We finally managed to leave Vancouver and the ever exciting company of Richenda and headed North up the Sea to Sky highway. Well we did about 10km when I asked Sandra if she felt the shed was behaving herself, she felt very odd indeed (the shed not Sandra). It was clear that we had well overloaded her. So we stopped at a local gas station and started to be very brutal with our pocessions, throwing about 5kg of unecessary stuff into a conveniently placed skip much to the amusement of other gas station users.

Setting off a second time the shed was back to her old self. What a road the Sea to Sky is for newcomers to Canada. It took our breath away.

We had arranged to be in Clinton one week after this one to meet up with a bunch of other BMW riders but as we where already en route one week earlier than planned we could not get the timing right , Sorry guys. However we did go to Clinton and pitched our tent for the first time. Not a bad job on a rather peculiar but good site.

That night however the wind was strong at first but cleared up, This being hunting country the odd rifle shot could be heard too.

The next day broke bright and clear, not a cloud in the sky. We packed up quickly and headed out east towards the southern part of the Jasper National Park. A great ride indeed with varying weather and road conditions. A hairy moment when a 70km highway just turned into gravel and great care was needed to keep the shed upright, Sandra must be given credit she saw the danger long before I did.
Anyway all was well except new underwear needed.

Revelstoke in the lonely planet says its sounds its own horn and they're are not wrong. My God , how many trains pass through there is amazing and lucky for us we had our tent 10 meters from the track so we could appreciate every one of them. It didn't spoil a most enjoyable stay.

Then it was onto Jasper over the Icefeild parkway. Now I'm going to stop here. There is no way on earth I have the verbal or written dexterity to describe any of what Sandra and I saw or felt this day. Any thing I say or write will not even begin to show you what we have seen. I can tell you it was the greatest motorcycle journey of my life and, before I get even more sentimental and gushy, what I will say is - whatever you do before you meet the grim reaper RIDE THIS ROAD. Preferably on a motorcycle and preferably with some one you love, but if not ,do it in a car, bus, walk, do it alone even but I beg you do it. It was astonishing.

Jasper is a popular place with overpriced campsites. We pitched again and met Scott and Mark, both riding Motorcycles and had a beer and chat. It should be said at this point how many people you meet and chat to when traveling. The UPS guy at Whistler (Olympic village) Dave the I.T guy and his wife at one of the many service stations we visited. The young German couple in Pemberton. The crowd of people at the Icefeilds who lost interest in the mountains and all wanted to know about the adventure and the bike. The retired couple on the way to Prince George who we bumped into at a layby. Everyone wants to chat and we love it.

So here I now sit in the tent in the Bee Lazy campsite just south of Prince George . It's raining outside but it doesn't seem to matter. This is great stuff.