| The river was
dammed in numerous places.
I still didn't see any falls.
The '97 started filling with RVs, and lots of weekend
The rivers and lakes widened enough for water recreation.
I stopped at one of the dams to look and rest. The cold weather gear came off: it was
again back on the '97, I had one of my infrequent encounters with
an asshole driver. A car in the back of a line of approaching
vehicles pulled out to pass. As he came closer and closer, there
didn't seem to be enough room to complete the pass without me bailing
off the side of the road. I slowed the bike and stood up on the pegs to make myself
visible. At the last second, he dropped back into his lane.
We simultaneously flipped each other off as we passed. I'm
not sure why he was pissed... maybe I was supposed to get out of HIS
The last town
before the border was Osoyoos. I stopped at Smitty’s Restaurant for a late
breakfast, my last chance to dine in Canada. The border was only about a mile past
At the border crossing, I was number five in
a line of cars, and when it became my turn, I had my license
ready. The border agent asked about the lack of a plate on the bike, so
I showed him my DMV temporary plate. He asked me for my occupation. I
gulped and said, “Semi-retired?”
I explained about my layoff package.
He asked if getting laid off was a good thing, and I said, “yes.”
I told him I
was on the way back from Inuvik and returning to San Diego. He
waved me through.
continued through Washington. I was on the highway pegs now for the most part,
except where the road was slowed by my passage through one of the small towns dotting the route. There were also billboards and road signs, something not often seen in Canada. The '97 took a western turn at
Wenatchee and joined the 2.
The road began
climbing into mountains. It started to get
cold. There was a final crest and the beginning of a
smooth downhill. The road was in excellent
shape. Parts were being repaved, but my
lane was clear of construction.