After the tour of the Klondike we left Whitehorse at about 3:30 in the afternoon. There was intermittent rain and we were getting cold as we pulled into the Continental Divide Lodge at MP 720 on the Alaska Hwy.
This place seems to be one of the best kept secrets on the Alaska Highway. What a great place to stop!. The service is great, the owners are terrific, the food is very good and the prices are very reasonable. There is a guy that works there--I can't remember his name---that can play an electric guitar like you have never heard before. He is fantastic.
We also met Jacob there, who is from the Czech Republic. He had shipped his Honda to South America and rode it to Prudhoe Bay (Alaska). We had a great talk about his trip and gleaned a lot of information about Central and South America. Thank you for the information Jacob, it was great talking with you! Safe Travels!
The next morning we headed south to Watson Lake YT and then to Laird Hot Springs. We stopped at "The Sign Forest" in Watson Lake.
As we got close to Laird my bike started running rough, but sporadically. Randy looked it over and found that the fuel selector valve was on "main" instead of "reserve. With the 6 gallon gas tank that he installed I can only use about half of the tank on the "main" setting. He switched it to "reserve" and it ran perfectly. I breathed a sigh of relief.
When we got to Laird Hot Springs the place was completely packed...but it was on a weekend so about half of BC had shown up to soak. We went on, headed for Muncho Lake. The country around Muncho Lake is truly beautiful and very, very rugged. We rolled into the lodge on Muncho Lake for gas, at a whopping $1.69 per liter. And the dinner meal was staggering in price at $40 each and not that good....especially coupled with the crappy attitude of the server. Maybe they do not like bikers? Oh well~!!!
There was no camping available so we hit the road after we ate. We had seen a lot of buffalo, one black bear off the side of the road and some moose. One little bull moose came right across the road in front of me. i hit the brakes and missed him. We found a very expensive campground for the night at Toad River. Thirty dollars to pitch a tent is ridiculous but we had grass to sleep on rather than rocks, which was a welcome relief.
We struck camp and headed down the twisty road for Fort Saint John. The road went up a high mountain pass where the view was spectacular! You could see for hundreds of miles - breathtaking. A cow caribou ran across the road in front of us along the way.
We stopped outside of Ft. St John and called some friends that live 50 miles from town. They met us at their neighbors house where we parked our bikes. It had rained and their driveway (several miles long) was very slick even in their 4x4 pickup. We stayed with them for several days for rest, relaxation and a great visit.
Back on the road again we road about 20 miles south of Chetwynd, BC and camped for the night. Then on Friday we road 325 miles to Williams Lake where we camped at the famous Williams Lake Stampede grounds. Saturday found us pushing on to America. Alaskans call the Continental USA, either the Lower 48 or America. Because Alaska is so far removed from America, not only in road or air miles but also in our way of life, we often do not think that we are part of America....it is like the rest of the US is a foreign country to us.
We had planned on camping again in Canada but the closer we got to the border the more we wanted to get across it. So we rode 387 miles, some of it through the spectacular 100 Mile House country. What beautiful old ranches and wide open meadows. Then we followed the mighty Fraser River down this beautiful canyon with steep rock walls and cool mountain air. The twisting road was fun riding.
Just as we were getting into Hope a small red car with California plates passed us in the passing lane and gave us the thumbs up. As we got into Hope and a four lane street we ran up behind him, and his back window wiper was running on a very dry window. As Randy rode up beside him, he told me to turn down my SENA (helmet communications) volume. Then Randy hollered at the guy that his rear wiper was on, to which he seemed very grateful. (I was sure glad that he told me to turn down my volume. The absolutely crystal clear communications with the SENA 10S* would have blown my ears out with Randy's loud, deep voice!). As we pulled up to the stop sign for a hard right turn to the on ramp for the (dreaded) freeway of Hwy 1, we were both directly in front of the red car. The driver pulls out in front of the traffic and stops all of it so we could make the right turn!!!! WOW!!!! What a guy. He then followed us down the freeway for quite a few miles. If we decided to move to the left lane to pass a sting of cars in front of us, we would signal and he would pull into the lane before we did and make a hole for us to get into. We lost him when we turned off for gas. So...to the driver of the red car. If you happen to find this blog....Thank you. It was great traveling with for those few miles!!! Safe travels.
We arrived in Burlington, Washington at about 10 PM.
* Let me mention something abut SENA here. This is one of our favorite companies to work with. Their people define what a great company is. Their communications systems make everything else look dismal and pale in comparison. If you are looking for the best in helmet to helmet communications for your bike, smowmachine, etc., SENA is the only company that you need talk to, period. And they are very reasonably priced. Give them a try...you will be very happy that you did.