Day 6 – To Lake Tahoe
Today we leave Klamath Falls behind, and set our sights on Lake Tahoe, where we’ll have a rest day before finishing up the ride in Carmel. First we dispensed with the obligatory email and conference calls, which was complicated by a disturbing lack of cellular reception. Then we got down to the altogether more serious business of scaring up coffee and breakfast. Read more…
Day 5 – To Klamath Falls
Day 5 dawned with me on the phone, following up with various issues back at the office, before we got underway. Ah, the joys of owning a small business.
Breakfast was coffee, juice, bananas and a loaf from the Dog River Coffee Company in Hood River. If you ever get the chance, they make a pretty mean Americano. We packed up fairly quickly and hit the road to Klamath Falls. Read more…
Day 4 – To Hood River
Saturday was a day of rest and relaxation. Well, it was for Dianne. Saturday was the day that I focussed on getting everything that didn’t get done before I left completed and out of my inbox. The good news is, I did. The better news is, I now consider myself to be truly on vacation. Three days and nearly a thousand kilometres from home, but genuinely and truly on vacation. Read more…
Day 2 – To Spokane
Friday dawned bright and sunny to find me in front of my computer, desperately trying to finish off my work before the start of my vacation. Which, of course, has already started. But really, when you get down to it, there is no well founded reason why this vacation should start any differently. And so we shall adhere strictly to tradition, which means that it’ll be at least Sunday before I’m caught up. Read more…
Day 1 – To Calgary
Eventually, my profound inability to proactively prepare for a motorcycle trip will disappear as a footnote to my many and storied adventures. This is a hope. The reality, however, is that it will probably be an on-going and increasingly pathetic prologue to my desperate attempts to enjoy what is an admittedly impressive though currently underused fleet of motorcycles. Read more…
Day 5 – To Victoria
There is no such thing as an uneventful motorcycle journey. For some, this is probably the appeal of travelling on two wheels. For others, it is probably their principle source of horror. But, once again, I seem to be getting ahead of myself… Read more…
Day 4 – In Ucluelet
Sunday dawned wetly. At least, to the degree ‘dawned’ is operative as a verb in this sentence, given that we didn’t really see the sun on Sunday morning. The oft proclaimed yet not-yet-seen rain visited Ucluelet with a vengeance, meaning that the bike and I wouldn’t be doing a whole lot of riding. Read more…
Day 3 – In Ucluelet
We arrived in Ucluelet last evening, and engaged in the (now) time honoured tradition of racing to the Co-op to pick up steak, potatoes and Caesar salad in a box. Stepping in to the cabin at the Terrace Beach Resort (the Amphitrite, as Sea Glass was already booked — although that too has aspects both ironic and appropriate, as it’s the name of the self same lighthouse that this series honours) we were greeted by a television already tuned to Lighthouse TV. Read more…
Day 2 – To Ucluelet
There are deeply twisted consequences to working a ridiculous schedule for an extended period of time. And there are ludicrous contexts that can quickly become normal. Take, for example, the concept of sleep. One would think, being tired, that someone would want to sleep in. And yet, on a morning when there are no commitments, no alarms and not even a working clock in the bedroom, when 5:30am rolls around I’m awake. Read more…
Day 1 – To Victoria
There are those that will tell you that it can’t be done. And there are those that will tell you that it shouldn’t be done. And then, there are those that will go ahead and do it anyway.
After 835 hours of work over 8 straight weeks (with one day off to go buy a motorcycle trailer in Airdrie) I had pretty much hit a wall. A big, hard, immovable wall. Read more…