Three Oceans, No Plan – APOTA 2025 Canada

[Apota]

This might go to all those Oceans.
Maybe even all the provinces.
It might hit St. John’s, NL.

Or it might unravel in a parking lot in Moose Jaw, SK.
So remember — there’s a definite chance, of a possible maybe, that any and all of the above could happen.

Early July I rolled out to CanWest 2025 in Nakusp, BC. Which by the way was a great event. Then I meandered to the coast. Caught up with friends in Vancouver, went up to the Sunshine Coast and did some more visiting, hiking, and kayaking. Back to Vancouver, poked around Kitsilano too long, and eventually found myself staring out at the Pacific wondering what the hell to do next.

Then it hit me: we’ve got ten provinces, some territories, three oceans, approximately 1,042,300 km of roads, and a ton of shit in between all that. Why not go see some of it? Just… go.

So I did what any responsible, well-prepared long-distance rider would do: I opened the Amazon app on my phone and, ordered some basic camping crap, frogg toggs, a mini stove, a few dehydrated meals, and a camping set that probably came with a folding spoon made of sadness. Once that lands, I’m gone. And really most of that is for any remote areas or just gotta camp situations. I'm likely going to try and stay indoors as much as possible.

I’m not going into detail about gear. That always turns into “should’ve posted this in trip planning,” then you end up arguing with everyone about whether you need the 5-micron noseeum mesh or the deathtrap plastic Walmart netting that turns your tent into a sauna with no escape.
Or whether your tubeless plugs are the good rubber kind (they’re not), or if “salted leather” tire plugs really are the best for Dempster rocks (they are), or if you should ditch Trailmax Missions for the fancy Finnish Snow-Warrior TrailFighter Arctic XLs that grip frozen soul-crushing shale better than whatever’s on your rim right now. Which they probably do. But I’m not doing that. Yet.

I’ve got a KTM 1290. Tires have 10,000 km on ’em. I ride like an old lady. It’ll get me a long way away from and then back to civilization , and if not, well, that’s part of it.

I’m just heading east. Or maybe north. Or maybe both. My trip planning consists of googling somewhere to get gas in the tank. This isn’t a challenge. It’s not a content series. It’s not about gear. It’s just me, a bike, some roads and the story and pictures that come out of it all.

I’ll try to post one ride report a day, like I have before. Yes some will be long, some short and some will be: “Camped behind a gas station. Saw a bear. Made eye contact. Regret everything.”


That’s it. Day 1 coming soon, and will be .. AllPartOfTheAdventure

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Sam Manicom Presenting at CanWest 2025

Grant , that's a wrap..

[ferdi]

Thanks Apota,


now I understood the "name" (AllPartOfTheAdventure).


Do it!


Ferdi

[Apota]

Originally Posted by ferdi

Thanks Apota,


now I understood the "name" (AllPartOfTheAdventure).


Do it!


Ferdi

Thanks ferdi .. much appreciated.

[ferdi]

Also.

[SpringBreak]

You can plan forever, at some point you have to go and just get it done - it’s all about being flexible and adaptable out there.

Also completely agree on not posting about gear. I was recently on a ride with someone and they asked what my tire pressure was, I told them, and then they argued with me that it was wrong while never having ridden my bike or the tires. I don’t mind hearing opinions, but it’s usually an opinion given as fact.

I’m excited to follow your adventures on this one! I’m a big fan of your Mexico trip postings.

[Apota]

As promised, here’s Day One of the ride.
OK, I’ve been wandering around for 15 days in pre-ride mode, but we’re not counting that. This is where the actual ride starts, so let’s call it Day One. All good.

And as i stated first google was "gas station", found one on Burrard Street about 10 blocks from where I was staying, fuelled up, and then punched “Williams Lake, British Columbia” into the GPS. I chose to head north through Whistler, Pemberton, and Lillooet instead of the soul-sucking Coquihalla. Just seemed better than super slab. That is after sitting in Vancouver traffic longer than anyone should I headed north.
Funny, after two weeks in Vancouver, the first part of my big ride was… more traffic.

The weather leaving Vancouver was fine — kind of bright and sunny, 16 or 17 degrees. I jumped on the Sea to Sky Highway through Horseshoe Bay and Squamish, lots and lots of Saturday traffic heading to Whistler. It started getting overcast and cooler as I went north, but nothing too nasty.

By the time I hit Pemberton, I was still dry, but that changed quick once I turned onto the Duffey Lake Road, a twisty, remote, epic route. Just pure fun to ride. It started to rain a little on that stretch, and I caught up to a group of eight riders from the Surrey area, on all kinds of bikes: Harleys, FJRs, you name it. They were heading to Lillooet for the weekend and just having fun. They were just a crew of buddies out enjoying the road.
We got held up for some construction, so we all got off and chatted. Good guys. They pulled off in Lillooet, and I carried on.

Closer to Cache Creek, the mountains give way to ranch / farmland, cattle, horses, hay fields. Big rolling hills instead of peaks. It’s a different kind of beautiful. So many colours, and when the sun breaks through, the colours become vivid and the scenery just explodes. But today the sun was struggling, just peeking out every now and then.

A left turn and I jumped on BC-97 — the Cariboo Highway, and yeah, that’s when the weather really changed. Cool and drizzly, maybe 14 degrees. Not a downpour, but enough to get everything wet. The gear held up this time and did it's job so no problem carrying on.
Fuelled up around 100 Mile House, then kept heading north and rolled into Williams Lake around 6:30 p.m. Perfect end to riding for Day One.

Grabbed a sandwich and soup from a spot next to the hotel, then wandered town for a bit. It’s a cool little place, lots of street art, and yeah, also lots of seriously messed-up homeless folks walking around. That was sad and a bit of a downer. For a town with lots of decorations and flags, pretty parks and a volunteer spirit. But yet still no answer for those folks.

And yes I had to stop by the Williams Lake Stampede Grounds , something was going on this weekend. Maybe barrel racing? Not sure, but there were horse trailers and RVs everywhere.

Snapped a few pictures today, not many. Excited to be underway and off on an adventure,. Tomorrow? No idea where I’m heading.
Carry on north.? West looks really interesting, not likely to go east yet.

Will figure it out in the morning.

It’s good to be on the road and .. AllPartOfTheAdventure










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[Apota]

Day Two : Williams Lake to Bella Coola, BC.

One of those “gotta do it” rides. I’ve heard about it forever, the Bella Coola Highway, the notorious Hill, one of the most treacherous roads in BC. So yep, I had to do it.

Hit the road and It’s about 455 km on the way to Bella Coola. The first stretch is typical BC, rolling hills, plateaus, ranch land, and long valleys. The road itself? Nothing crazy. Just your usual twisty northern highway. Not quite mountains yet.

But when you hi The Hill, it gets real. That’s where the reputation comes from.
It’s steep, narrow, kinda gravel (sometimes kinda hard pack-dirt), and full of tight switchbacks. Did I mention steep 12-13% grades. No guardrails. Sheer drop-offs for hundreds of feet. You can read more on it at dangerousroads.com , they hype it up pretty good. I won’t downplay it. It’s definitely sketchy in spots. But if you’ve ridden bad roads before, you’ll know what I mean when I say: it’s not a total death trap, but you better be paying attention. It would be pretty sketch in the rain I’m thinking ..!!


Eventually rolled into Bella Coola. Honestly? Not much here. It’s a tiny town, a couple tourist stops, some local sights. bear-watching tours, adventure guides, just the basic tourism gig.

Since it was still early and I had time, I figured I’d test out the camping gear. I haven’t camped in a while and had no idea if I had what I needed and would all work.?Weather looked good, so I figured, why not? Found a very cool little campground, set up the tent, even fired up the stove, cooked some dehydrated food, just to see what worked and what didn’t.

So yes, there were a few glitches. A couple minor things I need, but that’s why the “dry run” can grab stuff in a bigger center. But in a pinch, yeah, the camping setup will do. Not sure I want to do a lot of it, but it’s fine for the odd night. Nothing wrong with sleeping under the stars, especially with friendly people around.

And of course, the bike always draws people in.

A guy named Miles came by — he’d ridden two up on an 650 VStrom into Copper Canyon and all over Mexico, and even two-up through Vietnam with his wife. Great stories.
Then another guy stopped and said, “Nice bike.” Introduced himself , his name was Juan. Very familiar accent. I asked where he was from “Puebla, Mexico.” That started a whole other conversation.

We swapped numbers. He made me promise to look him up when I was there. Later, he brought his wife over and we talked more about travel, about Mexico. Just a really cool connection. That’s the kind of thing you don’t get behind hotel doors. Campgrounds are social by default, little moments like that just happen.

Shut it down early. Another bonus of camping — people tend to quiet down, and you actually sleep.

So tomorrow I’ll poke around Bella Coola a bit in the morning, then ride back out. I’m definitely heading back toward Williams Lake. The only other way out of here is by boat and I’m not taking the ferry to Port Hardy, that’s for another time.

That’s my day. Great ride. Great people.
Which is .. AllPartOfTheAdventure







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[Apota]

Who says you have to do without..? “Luxury camping. Comes with Starbucks and a side of delusion.

I don’t do this often — maybe I should.”

APOTA .. AllPartOfTheAdventure

#MotoCamping #StarbucksInTheWild #AllPartOfTheAdventure #RoughingItSoftly #SoloRide #CoffeeFirst #APOTA #GlampLite

[Apota]

The Rewind

Packed up camp in the morning after I had my Starbucks instant camp stove coffee and then drove out to the government dock, which is pretty cool. Saw all the boats and where the ferry comes in, really busy place the parking lot was full.

And then it was just a rewind day on the Bella Coola Highway, back out over Heckman Pass. Same road, but a little different because the really scary part of the road, the downhill, was now uphill, and vice versa. But really cool road. You really have to pay attention. Going eastbound, you’re that much closer to the drop-off, so you can actually look over, and it’s a drop-off all right.
Look at the graphic below to see the drastic drop/climb for the hill, the graphic is Bella Coola to Williams Lake

It’s a shame about all the burned-out areas, but they’re starting to grow back. Did stop and get some pics, but other than that, pretty uneventful. Not a whole bunch of traffic at all on any part of the road. It was really quiet out there.

At one point, I was riding along thinking, I wonder how much wind this sun visor on my helmet grabs, because I could kind of hear it rattling — which should have been a telltale. Then I lifted my forehead up to see if the rattling would stop… and of course, at that moment, it just exploded and blew right off my helmet.

Took me a moment to figure out what exactly happened. The Schuberth E2 helmet, it’s a really good, expensive helmet, ok it is supposed to be. But I’ve had nothing but grief with it. Anyway, I whipped around and went back, and unbelievably, there was the visor sitting in the middle of the road.

I pulled over on the side where I could find a spot and started walking down the shoulder towards the visor. In the middle of the road, I found one part. Another five steps along, I found another part in the gravel on the shoulder. Then the visor, and when I picked it up, the other side was all intact. The two pieces I found completed it. So I got all the pieces back on the visor and put it on, I guess, to have it blow off again. I think I’ll pack it away... arghhh
But what are the odds of finding all the pieces of that visor on the highway? Slim to FA i'm thinking.

Once I got closer to Williams Lake it got really warm. Up to about 29 degrees, according to the temperature on the bike. Cool as 18 once you’re way up at the top of the hill, but a nice day to ride. A few sprinkles on the visor when I got into Williams Lake. Wouldn’t even really call it rain. Fueled up the bike and called it a night. Grabbed a room at the Lakeside Inn, really nice quiet little spot.

Tomorrow, head north, old man .. AllPartOfTheAdventure







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[Apota]

Got up and had a whole bunch of life maintenance stuff to deal with, emails, a few phone calls, blah blah blah, so I ended up rolling a little later than I wanted. I also needed to wash the bike. It was pretty plastered with bugs and dust from the Bella Coola run. So I think I got rolling around 11 a.m.

Not sure if it’s some ADHD-OCD-trucker-workaholic habit or just plain insanity, but I still feel like I need to be at it early in the morning, making miles, getting stuff done. What stuff? Miles? I’m on a leisure trip. I could hang by a lake all day, ride five miles, call it a day. But no, something in me kicks in and says, let’s go, let’s move. I don’t know what that is. I thinking chill out. Relax. Enjoy the damn day. So bad when you have to remind yourself .. wTf.!!

I digress , but that’s pretty much what I did, I rode. Not a big picture day. Just rolled on, remembering to chill..haha.

Made it to Prince George and swung into the KTM dealer there to see if I could maybe get a couple things done to the bike, but they couldn’t look at anything until Thursday or Friday, so I skipped that idea and carried on.

And such a cool ride it was. It’s kind of serious foothill country, not flatland prairie by any means, but not mountains either. Lots of fir trees, lots of poplars, and these big hayfields, not the square, gridded ones like you see on the prairies, but big cleared-out sections of bush with what looked like amazing hay crops.

Then it’s forest for a long stretch, then more farming. And one of the great things you notice on a bike, which is absolutely fantastic, is the smells. BC has a ton of them. From fresh-cut hay, to freshly bailed hay, to that thick, sweet forest smell. Then you go around a corner and suddenly it’s freshly cut lumber, because there’s a sawmill right there and the whole air is filled with it. That freshly sawn wood smell just permeates everything. It’s pure BC.

Of course, if you’re on the road, on a motorbike, there’s also the smell of diesel smoke and overheated brakes on the big hills, thanks to the big trucks grinding along. Another thing is the trains. I guess this is true across Canada and most of North America, but when you’re on the bike and the timing hits just right, you’ll get these really majestic moments where a huge CN locomotive just bursts out of the bush, hauling god knows how many cars. Could be pulling out of the many mines in the area or lumber or, or. Just so big, so powerful, totally epic to see.

Made it as far as Burns Lake. It was such a warm night, up to about 30 degrees. I thought, hey, there’s a campground right in town, I’ll go check it out. Sure enough, there’s a free municipal campground right on Burns Lake beside the sportplex. Has everything you need. So I figured, well, I’m tired, I can afford it, I’m in.

Set up camp, click click, done. Beautiful night. Walked all over. They’ve got all kinds of paths through the park and along the lake. Lots of people out. It’s a pretty lively, active little town.

The park beside the campground, tennis courts, volleyball , kids mini water park. Even has a piano.!!
And everything was full and being used .. except the piano.

That was about it. Like I said, not a lot of pictures today. But a good day riding.

Because days like this are .. AllPartOfTheAdventure

[ferdi]

Hello Apota,
(I really want to know your real name - only surname),


the wood there (in Canada?) not seems to be in quite good condition (your photo ahead told me that) - like in Germany, e.g. in the "Black Forest".
Here are hundreds of sqaure kilometers now desert - of course of dying and died trees - only sand and dust left (like in the Sahara - 1.500 km away from here). Is your photo wright - no "fake news"? - Horrible, explain me.


Greetings from Freiburg, about 5 kilometers away from the "ancient Black Forest" - now it is "clear", not "black".


Ferdi


(sorry for my bad english)

[Apota]

Had a quiet night at the campground. Slept solid, got up early, packed up camp after I had my camp cooked Starbucks coffee, and rolled out of Burns Lake early. On the road and the day was perfect. The weather was fantastic. It did get really warm later in the day, so good I started early, as it was still cool in the morning.

Great scenery, more foothills, big hay fields, lots of hay crop (or it looks that way anyway). Snow in the mountains, gentle curves, not tight twisties, just that easy motor-on kind of riding. It was actually really good.

Got to Smithers, saw a MacDonalds and just had to have one of their coffees, pulled in grabbed a cup, did a bit of road planning. Then fueled and chatted with some folks that were traveling. Nothing new, just some talk about construction and Highway 37 repaving, but I'm running into really friendly people. Also it kind of tends to be that way when you’re on a bike.

I got to Meziadin Junction around 3 p.m. I had stopped quite a bit on route, just some bio breaks, shade breaks, and tried to get some pictures of how vast the countryside is. But the photos just don’t do it justice. It’s absolutely huge country. Still, I got a few shots.

So instead of pushing on, I figured I’d just skip into Stewart, BC, get a room for the night, and call it a day. I’d head back out to the junction and north tomorrow. Rolled into Stewart, pulled up to the King Edward Hotel, got a room, click click, put my stuff away, and figured, yeah, this is a Canadian trip and all, but I might as well sneak into Hyder, Alaska and maybe catch some bears feasting on salmon.

So I jumped across the border, easy when there is no US Customs. Carried on to the bear viewing area. And ..... Lots of fish in the river, but no bears.!!!
Last one was spotted around 3 p.m., and they said there were some in the morning, but it was a slow bear day. So I got a video of some fish, but no bears.

That’s now the second time I’ve gone to Hyder, Alaska on a motorcycle and got skunked and seen zero bears. In fact, the whole trip’s been pretty gimpy on wildlife. On the way to Bella Coola I saw a badger, one stepped out of the ditch and crossed the road. Saw some deer in town in Williams Lake. Today I saw two black bears, one running across the road, one sitting on the side. And some salmon in the river. That’s about it. No moose, no grizzlies, no National Geographic moments.

Crossed the border back into Canada, no muss, no fuss. Showed my passport, chatted with the border guy about motorcycle gear, and rolled back into Stewart.

Everyone kept raving about a Mexican restaurant in Stewart, BC, yeah, really.? So I parked the bike and went to check it out. Turned out to be the most authentic Mexican food I’ve had in a long time. It’s run by , yes authentic Mexicans, and I asked where they were from. They said Morelia, Mexico. I pulled out pictures from the two days I spent there and they lit up. Pretty sure they were a little homesick. We had a great chat, and the fajitas were absolutely fantastic. The place was very busy and the service was still over the top, was well staffed with great folks.

Then I wandered around town a bit. Stewart’s a cool little place, lots of historic buildings, a hotel from 1908, a walk along the estuary, which was amazing at dusk, and all kinds of funky vehicles kicking around. They do a good job with tourism. Some funky places to stay, and just a cool vibe overall.

So today I actually have some pictures..

Tomorrow, ride on and find what's .. AllPartOfTheAdventure













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[Kino Jeff]

Please keep posting regardless of any responses.
I enjoy your posts, and besides you documented your adventures for a lifetime of memories
I have ridden most of your adventures, and it always reminds me of my own. I am not a good writer or photographer, ,you capture your rides.
And the narrative is good, I don't need advice on why to pack wet wipes, as alot of threads do.
Smiles
Jeff

[Apota]

Not a whole bunch to report today. It was just a lot of riding. A lot of headspace, a lot of curves, lots of straight shots, lots of forest and other riders to wave to.

Was threatening to rain when I started, and was pretty cool, not in a Fonzy, pretty cool sort of way, but in a temperature, pretty cool sort of way. Got down to like six degrees Celsius in Stewart overnight, so yes it was a bit of a chilly start. But I was feeling really good. I don’t know, just one of those good-to-be-alive, good-to-be-riding sort of days, so that put a little smile on my face all day

Not a lot of traffic, just clicking away the miles, smiling away in my helmet, and watching for the weather to turn.
And today I noticed is my gear really is waterproof. Like somehow, the zippers and vents in my gear are connected to the weather. Because if I’m riding along and I got some raindrops on my visor, wind picks up and it cools off, dark sky, definitely was going to rain, I would stop and do up all the zippers and vents on my gear, get back on the bike, go down the road, and it wouldn’t rain. So this stuff is truly magical. Even the clouds would disappear, it would be sunny again. Was absolutely fantastic.

About an hour later, clouds roll in, get a few raindrops on my visor, wind picks up and it cools off, definitely going to rain,. Once again, same phenom. Zippers and vents must be connected to the rain or clouds. Do up the zippers and vents, get back on the bike, rain clouds disappear. It’s an amazing thing. Happened twice today. And I never got rained on all the way to Watson Lake. Threatened lots, but never did. It rained after I got to Watson Lake, but that’s because I had my gear off and it was in the hotel room. So yeah, pretty amazing gear.

I can’t say enough about the Cassiar Pacific Highway, I could take pictures all day long, but they just wouldn’t do it justice. It’s more an experience. It’s just these really fast sweeping curves, and again, not really twisty, it’s just a really, really fun ride, one of my favorite highways.
It is a little rough in spots, a bit of loose gravel, a lot of growth right up to the shoulders, so again, if anything walks out, that can be a little sketch, but nothing did. Lots of rodents running across the road, and one black bear kind of just parked in the other lane, it was trying to decide which way to go, I guess. I just slowed down, went by at about 20 mile an hour, and he looked at me, and that was about the excitement of it.

So, yes, it was just a good day riding. Got to Watson Lake, checked in, and of course, had to wander over to the Signpost jungle. The place is truly amazing in size and quantity of signs.

Had a simple easy dinner, nothing spectacular, and called it a night. There’s not really a whole lot to do in Watson Lake, Yukon, and tomorrow, I’m going to decide which way I’m going, and I’m just not sure, but that’s .. AllPartOfTheAdventure

[Apota]

Hey, remember that I had my gear off so it was raining? Yeah, well, I woke up to a torrential downpour. Wasn’t very enthused about leaving in the morning. Dawdled around long enough for it to let up enough to get the bike packed, and get all geared up. It was cool too, temperature-wise, not attitude-wise.

Got on the road with the zippers and vents done up. After about 30-45 minutes, the rain let up and it was just cool riding ,brisk, but at least the rain quit. I was just putting on miles. Then about an hour later, my waterproof gear must’ve lost its weather magic, because it got dark, windy, and started pouring. And when I say pouring, I mean that moment where you’re going, I can’t see the road.

You know that commercial where they keep stacking glasses in front of glasses and everything gets blurrier and blurrier because you’re drunk? Well, in this case, you’re not drunk, your visor is just getting hammered with water, and visibility drops to nothing. Add to that, a lot of the roads up here do not have lines, the shoulder is non-existent, and the surface is all patched up, so it keeps changing colors and textures in front of you through this smeared visor. And then the sun comes out. Yeah, the sun. On the other side of the lake. So now you’ve got glare bouncing off your already wet visor and the road while it’s still dumping on you.

Then there’s traffic. You start wondering why you’re even carrying on, but with no shoulders and no overpasses, (because there are no crossroads), there’s nowhere to stop. So that whole “maybe I’ll pull over” thought doesn’t get far. And just as you’re about to commit to pulling off somewhere, it lets up again, and away you go. That whole cycle probably went on for an hour or more before it finally cleared.

It never really warmed up much. It got to about 18 degrees, which was nice enough, and at least the rain stopped so I could actually start making miles. And that’s what I did. I didn’t stop much, it was just about covering ground. While riding through that mess was something else, I was really happy with my gear. I stayed dry and warm. If I’d been soaked and cold on top of the mental stress of riding through all that, I think I’d have had quite the frown.

Fort Nelson was the original goal for the day. I didn’t know how tough the rain would make the ride. It’s about four and a half to five hours from Watson Lake, around 450 kilometers. But I got there around two or three o’clock, and it actually wasn’t bad. Fueled up, checked Google Maps, and thought, you know what, let’s keep going, get out of this weather. Even if I had to camp, I figured it wouldn’t be the end of the world, and maybe I could make Fort St. John.

So I rolled on, expecting to land there around 6:30 or 7:00. Still lots of daylight, still time to find a hotel or campsite. I hit maybe 20 minutes of rain, and that was it. By the time I got to Fort St. John, it was 26 degrees and all was good.

What I did notice about halfway between Fort Nelson and Fort St. John was that all the great smells, the forest, the lumber mills, started getting replaced by the smell of gas plants and sour gas. Then came the oilfield yards and the work camps. If you’ve spent any time up here, you know it , you’re in oil country now.

I passed on camping and grabbed a room at the Ramada. Got the bike tucked under the canopy in case it rains again tomorrow when I gear up. Settled in, grabbed a bite at Mondo, the restaurant right in the hotel, then went for a wander.

And Fort St. John, I’ve got to say, really surprised me. This is the most lively, vibrant town I’ve seen since leaving Vancouver. Sure, there are some empty buildings, and the hotels are economical, probably too much accommodation for what the oil patch is doing these days, but the town is still rocking.

There’s a park in town that’s all lit up. They’ve got a “Love Fort St. John” sign, street art, benches with underglow lighting, flower pots full of flowers and lights, a wow rec center, a pool, a huge sports complex. Big oil clearly dumps money into this town. It’s clean, seems well cared for, and has a lot going on. I don’t know why I was surprised, but I was. I guess we’ve all gotten used to the gloom-and-doom stories about the industry and those terrible fossil fuels in general.

Wandered back to the hotel and called it a night. Obviously, if you’re paying attention, you’ve figured out I’m heading back toward Alberta. I passed on going to Tuktoyaktuk. That trip takes a bit of prep, and I didn’t really prep for it. Both the bike and I are fine for civilization-level riding, where you can stop and get help if needed. The Dempster requires a bit more planning and though put in to your gear and prep. Plus I already have the pic by the sign from 2019.
Also passed on the Hot Springs, was dealing with crap weather issues .. lol.!!


So yeah, heading back toward Alberta. I’ll make a quick stop in Calgary, get some bike items taken care of, sort out some gear, and keep the Canada tour going.

Oh, and remind me to tell you about “Indigenous bear spray” sometime. Not for this post — this one’s long enough already — but yeah, it’s a thing.

Grateful days to be .. AllPartOfTheAdventure







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