Did I mention that I tried really hard to get my packing fine-tuned and get rid of as much unecessary gear? I spent the time in Tahsis trying to configure and re-configure the gear. I decided to go with these fuel carriers, rather than the more cumbersome aluminum carriers attached to the foot pegs.
In spite of lots of angst and figuring, Blondie still looks like she is going to give birth, or she is trying to emulate a gold rush burro travelling up the Deadhorse Pass...they didn't have burros, did they?
Well, I remembered to mark my mileage around the Conuma Hatchery, as the bike rolled over 78,000 kilometers. I said goodbye to my friend the Elk. I have spent more than a few times catching a cat nap in front of this guy.
I had planned on leaving south from Victoria, and meeting up with my friend Garth in Seattle. Unfortunately Island BMW could not get it together to have the parts ready for me when I arrived at 8:00 AM, and I ended up missing the window for the Coho. I thought about heading over on the Anacortes, but I thought that two ferries would lengthen the day. I used our old standby, and rolled through the Peace Arch Portal at a little after 1 in the afternoon. I told the border guard that I was heading for Mexico, and after determining that I was not going to leave any of my "stuff" in the US, I was free to roll. I got away from I5 as soon as I could, and determined that I was going to head in a generally easterly directon until I hit Utah, and then move south.
I had to stop and take a picture of these guys scaling the rack face. A tough job: dirty, dusty and you had better not be afraid of heights.
I headed east on number 2 towards Leavenworth. I remember riding from the west towards Levenworth three years ago, when Ian and I were new to riding. I think that we were pretty tired and angry with each other after a 700km ride that day. I think that I have learned from that experience. I was not much impressed with Leavenworth then, and even tho there were few tourists, it was time to move on. I found a good place to camp for the night, on the road to Ellensburg. Part of the old hiway was inviting, and served me fine. The sky was clear, and in the morning I realized that I had chosen to camp at the height of the Cascades, and no wonder I was cold and anxious to get going in the morning.
Down the road, this historic site was an original Nez Perce site...
I ran into a bunch of firefighters rushing to deal with a spot fire on the highway. These young people are true heroes, trying to keep the fires from spreading and causing more damage than they already have.
I was low on fuel, so went into this small Nez Perz town, called Winchester. Nice little community.
On the road again, I saw another alien sitting in a field, ready to pounce on tourists..
In the morning, this is what greeted me: