Heading North on this trip, into the North West of BC to be exact. The goal, Telegraph Creek - a point on a map at the end of a road. And why this trip, something so local? Well for one thing I got a job that will preclude any larger than life adventures for a few years. And it is because of a remark often uttered by Brian when questioning my routing decisions. When observing that we would be bypassing something potentially interesting but close to home on our way to somewhere not so close by he would almost always ask why. My usual answer was "Ah, it's close and it will be there later", on which he would invariably comment "But I might not be".
3-other fellow riders from last year's Silk Road adventure and myself met up in Boston Bar in time for a great dinner before heading north the next morning. We stopped a few places along the way to educate our visiting Californian about the history of the province.
Following the original route of the Caribou wagon road over Pavilion Mountain was a piece cake on the BMW GS motorcycles we all were riding.
Having travelled this route before I had suggested that the coffee shop in Clinton would make a great spot for a mid-morning break. When we arrived in town the "Open" sign was all lit up - but the little post-ey note on the door proclaimed "Closed 11-12: Meeting". Checking our watches we agreed that waiting the 5 or so minute until noon was not going to effect our schedule (and calling it a schedule was being overly generous) and that a fresh cup of coffee was far more important at that moment. By the time 12:15 had rolled around and the "Closed 11-12: Meeting" sign now being nothing more than a broken promise we were back on our bikes headed North; keeping our eyes open for signs of lunch.
Through the spotty rain that fell we eventually made it to Wells, our destination for the night. It was quite the surprise to find that the lobby bar proclaimed to have the largest Scotch collection in North America, if not the world. While the greatest in the world part may be in question the the list did stretch out longer than I am tall and it certainly surpassed that of the Scotch bar in the Shanghai hotel we had stayed in last June. Needless to say we sampled our way through the offerings an inch or two up the list.