The water was flat calm heading through the inlets to Bella Coola. Most of the ride was in the evening, and it was definitely too dark to see the sheer sides of the inlets. The day began with low overhanging clouds, common to the coast.
Leaving Bella Coola, and heading East
The so-called Freedome Road was built by local residents who were fed up with the lack of progress by the provincial government (sound familiar?). I think they started the road with a Cat and a desire to connect to Anahim lake, which is on the top of the hill.
I was fortunate to come upon Mr. Griz. I sat on my bike and watched him for about 30 minutes of so. I knew that there were a couple of mountain bikers coming down the hill, and I thought that Mr. Griz did not want to add bike chains and tire rubber to his breakfast, so I waited to warn them off.
Thanks for the pictures, and for the experience, Mr. Griz.
I carried on until I hit Riske Creek, as I wanted to see Farwell Canyon from this end. Can you see the rainbow?
I found the turnoff for Farwell Canyon, and decided it was time to set up camp. I knewthat ranchers don't cotton to tourists, so I rode off the road a bit, and set up a stealth camp of sorts...