BC Heading North

On our way to the border from Arlington we had to tag along behind a small group of motorcyclists due to the fact they were travelling quite slowly and taking up the whole road which being narrow and winding prevented us overtaking. Just after a piece of road works their leader indicated left, turned right then did a U turn in front of his group. It was very nearly a disaster but some very heavy braking avoided disaster.  We took our opportunity to zip past them.

Shortly after I misinterrupted  Mrs Google's instructions and consequently we ended up on some very very rural back roads before popping out on our intended route.

Made it through the border check point but not without getting growled at by the border control agent for riding up to her window with my passport between my teeth. She was less than impressed.

Got to John's place about lunchtime,  had a coffee, loaded up the bikes with the rest of our gear and headed off. We headed north via the Fraser Gorge. What a stunning bit of country.  Sadly I didn't take any photos.

Made it to Cache Creek where we spent the night. This town seems to gave more motels than anything else.

We had breaky the next day in a lovely little cafe in Clinton. Thank goodness we decided to share the omelette, toast and hash brown type things. It was massive.

Marty had contacted a guy in one of his e groups so we arranged to meet him at the Tim Horton coffee shop in 100 Mile House. Spent a pleasant hour or so there before heading off to the lovely old town of Quesnel where we are spending the night.
I made a dramatic exit from the gas station resulting in my first off. No damage to bike just riders pride hurt and a few bruises on my already well battle scarred right leg. I failed to notice a small concrete wall at the end of the row of petrol pumps and as I left my right hand panniers clipped it and thus tossed me and the bike over. This us why I much prefer my roll bag which bungees across my rear seat.

 This is the longest wooden truss walking bridge in the world. It opened in 1929 and is 831 feet long. It crosses the mighty Fraser River which is very fast flowing.

I had a lovely long soak in a hit bath tonight to ease my battered limbs. Lol

Looking forward to a good night's sleep and more good riding tomorrow.