|We took a taxi from the hotel to Downtown Harley near Seattle, and arrived a little before they opened. We learned that the law was particular about riders wearing DOT helmets and felt it necessary to buy a couple and put our skid lids away. Later I learned that I liked the face cover on the DOT helmet after a couple of days of wind burn on my face.
We took Interstate 5 through Blaine to cross into Canada. The wait to get through customs took about 30 minutes. There is no direct route through Vancouver, but the Garmin came in handy. We then went to Horseshoe Bay, to jump on the Sea to Sky Highway. The mountains in the distance, with the sea inlet, and the Pacific Islands were startling beautiful. The ride on the Sea to Sky Highway was magnificent, and I thought it was the best road I have ever ridden on until later in the day. Being from flat Florida it usually takes me a couple of hours to get confident on the curves and steep downgrades, so at first I was a little over cautious, and Tom as usual, was easy on me as the leader until I got the hang again. We made it through Whistler around 4 in the afternoon. Since our bodies were still on Eastern Time we stopped at a cute little roadside eatery, and ate fried prawns and stared at the view. I knew that I was going to be way stiff and sore from the ride, but seeing the people climbing the same mountain roads on bicycles, that they were going to me more tired than me.
After we passed through affluent Whistler, on Rt. 99, we began the crazy beautiful ride. If you have ever experienced Deals Gap in the Smokey Mountains, it’s what I immediately thought of when we started the hairpin curves, but this was times three; except there were no other vehicles, only a few cars, and other motorcycles. We rode sixty five miles on a twisting road, following a raging category four or five rapids creek, which we crossed several times over wooden bridges. At one steep downgrade I could see there was a sharp switchback turn at the bottom and saw Tom slow way down as he took it, then realized it was gravel. Whoa scary, but no problem. There were many waterfalls, and snow top peaks that were so close we could see the snow on the side of the road.
When all was done we had traveled a total of 380 miles to Cache Creek. It was 9:30, except it felt like 12:30 to me, and after not sleeping well in Seattle, I truly had too much fun and was exhausted.