My husband First Lobster (FL) and I are riding to Los Angeles, specifically Mullholland Drive. Why? Because if you YouTube search for rnickeymouse you will see a corner that has some spectacular motorbike crashes on it. Apparently FL wants to see if we cansurvive the corner without crashing.
Motorbike holidays are all about the journey - the destination is just where you turn around and head home. The fun starts the moment you leave your driveway. In fact we made it just over an hour from home when we hit a huge traffic jam on the main highway to Calgary. We detoured - hello Millet and Wetaskiwin. Even when we could have returned to the main road - we stayed on the smaller highway. We drove through many small towns I've heard about and have never been too...and probably will never return to. It's odd to realize I've travelled to two other continents and haven't really explored my own province. Of course the fact that a large portion of my province is covered with farmer's fields and dead straight roads explains some of the lack of exploring.
Low point of the day... We passed a cattle hauler and were sprayed with green liquid coming off the back of the truck's slipstream. Yes, we rode through cow poop. Road kill count for the day, two foxes, a young deer and a skunk - only one of which we could smell.
Distance covered: 592 km, with a moving average of 96 km. Ate at Tim Horton's twice.
Day 2 - for some unknown reason our bodies have not gotten the message that we are on holidays - we woke up just after 5 am. We actually rolled out of the hotel around 9:00 am with clear skies and 12.5 C as a starting temperature.
We crossed the border at Careay without any issues - except FL got asked, very politely, to keep his hands out of his pockets while speaking with the border agent.
Montana has a "fake" speed limit on the open highway, more of a suggestion than a hard and fast rule. We sometimes obeyed it....
As the day went by, things heated up - literally...we reached a high of 35 C. For over an hour we travelled through the Missoula Valley baking our brains out and getting dehydrated. We stopped three times for second breakfast, elevenses and afternoon tea. Two of these stops involved highly caffeinated beverages.
Road kill count for the day- one deer and .... A cow....I have never seen a cow as road kill before...I wish I still hadn't.
Distance covered: 539 km, some of which were on very curvy roads. we crossed the continental divide.
Interesting fact of the day - I thought we drove by the shell of the space vehicle astronauts return from the ISS in, actually it was a metal frame of a teepee on its side....I think....
No Tim Hortons, but we did eat at one of FL's favorites, Famous Dave's BBQ. I think FL is doomed to suffer through the meat sweats tonight...
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