Last night I decided that I would head for Cathedral Park, which is south of Keromes. There was a little rain last night, but the tarp and fly kept the water out and the bugs down, so I had a good sleep, and was ready for coffee by 8:00 AM, at a Princeton coffee shop which opens at 4:30 AM. Between the cowboy coffee and the free wi-fi, I was set for the day.
I decided to head over towards Cathedral Park via the Old Hedly Hiway, on the North side of the Similkimeen. It is a great ride of 30 Km or so, and I was astounded at the number of homes, ranches and farms which are buried along the route. I had to stop at the cafe in Hedly and have another coffee and muffin, and fill up with fuel, as I did not have any idea how far in the road would take me.
While coffeeing up, this rig went by. I was not quick enough with the camera, but did find it parked down the street a few blocks. Again, this set up reminded me of the Model A that Dad had, although I think that he had a pickup. This rig was a Plymouth, and I thought that whomever was transporting this setup had found himself a real gem. There was still air in the tires, and paint on the wooden rims. I imagine someone will pay big time for this antique. I would guess that it is somewhere in the early '30's.
After fuelling up, I headed towards Keromeos and the Cathedral Parks turnoff. I soon came upon it, and certain features again became familiar. I had ridden across this covered bridge about two years ago, when the BCBig Traillie ended in Keromeos.
I had stopped on the side of the hiway to say hello to a mother Osprey just before the bridge.
About 25 years ago, I had taken my sons on a long weekend campout from Chilliwack. We had spent a day wandering around Lytton, and then made our way up towards the Okanagan. I remember making this turn off, and ending up spending a few hours watching a Pow-Wow under this arbor. I don't know if the boys remember that experience or not. It would be nice if they did, considering I drove from the Island to spend some time with them. Anyways, the arbor still stands.
I carried on up the Ashanola Valley, which became narrower and narrower the further south I travelled. The river was a beautiful tea colour, and I was convinced that it was full of brook trout.
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I wandered back to Hedly for another coffee and muffin, and had a good chat with a couple of old-timers, one of whom was a former hard rock miner. He told me stories about riding to Sturgis and riding in 135 degree heat on the Prairies. He also said that there were 500,000 bikes when he visited Sturgis. On my way back to Princeton, I ran into a couple of thunderstorms, which cooled me and Blondie down. They have paved the road between Hedly and Keremeos, and all of the tar-snakes from other days are now gone. As I was rolling into Princeton, two guys were pulling a bambi off of the road. I guess they had creamed it with their car.
There are a lot of the buggers around, and I am extra careful about the jumpers, as they can do serious damage..