North to Alaska
I may have found a little slice of heaven and a river runs through it. And the road to get here may have provided the single greatest day of motorcycling that I have ever experienced.
The day began with promise 63 degrees when I pulled out of Whitefish, MT and I hoped it would be a different Route 93 than it had been yesterday. However, I couldnt have dreamed just how different it would be.
You see, some time ago, I decided to put my expectations aside at least as much as I am capable of doing you know those times when you want to invent the future. I finally figured out after experiencing a number of years of sunrises and sunsets, that I wasnt bright enough to wish for some of the really wonderful things that I have happened upon in this lifetime.
Today was one of those times, when if I could have articulated a perfect day of motorcycle riding, I couldnt have designed a day as good as this one has been.
Someone once told me I needed a little bit of the hair of the dog that bit me and sure enough I got a little bit of that this morning. I crossed over into Canada after being asked only a few questions not even asked to show ID and headed north right into a construction zone. Now in British Columbia, they do road construction a little differently they remove the entire paved roadway regrade the roadbed and then lay down new pavement. That may not seem unusual except, in this case, they removed the entire roadway not just one lane so I had about a 10-mile stretch of gravel to ride across.
Of course my mind immediately went back to the trip across Sage Creek Rim Road which landed me in the hospital for two days but a little hair of the dog that bit me was good for me today did just fine and restored a ton of confidence for what surely will be many miles of gravel before this trip is over.
As if the riding day wasnt perfect enough, at the end of it I found that little slice of heaven called The Jasper House a double tongue and groove knotty pine interior no air conditioning or telephone a horseshoe pit in the center green and a river runs through it.
If I should die before I wake just leave me right here.
So to you and Iowa Sioux and Kinsay, Labrador, Texas I say goodnight from Jasper, Alberta, Canada.[photogallery/photo30927/real.htm]