D2D Day 5 Cache Creek, BC to Prince George, BC 274 Miles

We departed Cache Creek in the rain this morning (are you starting to see a pattern here?) and headed north. We stopped in Cinton, BC, for breakfast at the Cordial Restaurant on a recommendation of a local. We walked in dripping wet and shed our riding gear. We were immediately eyed eschew by the locals who were enjoying their umpteenth cup of coffee while solving all of Canada's problems. After they realized we were not biker trash they were actually quite friendly and asked where we were from and where we were headed. When we responded, Dawson City, Yukon Territory and Inuvik, Northwest Territory, one of them said, "That's a long way," no shit Sherlock.

Leaving Clinton, we rode in the rain for the next one hundred miles as the temperature kept dropping. The locals told us that Clinton was the coldest place in Canada today--just our luck. Stopping at One Hundred Mile House (the name of the town), I decided it was time to don the electric vest. Having made three prior motorcycle rides to Alaska and/or Canada in the past, this was the first time I ever pulled my heated vest out of my bag. How's your vest Lane? Oh, I forgot, you mailed it home yesterday.

We stopped briefly in Williams Lake for gas and pressed on for Quesnal, BC, as the rain finally subsided. Pulling into Quensal we were drawn to the fast flowing Quesnal River and the pedestrian bridge over it. The bridge was constructed in 1928. Prior to that, cowboys usd to drive cattle into the river and swam with them on their horses to the opposite side on cattle drives. No thanks.

I always have to laugh when I pass Red Rock, BC, home of the Red Rock - Stoners Volunteer Fire Department. Would you really want the "stoners' to show up at your fire?

We arrived in Prince George in the late afternoon and checked into the local Travelodge. Unloading our bags, we went across town to the local Honda/Kawasaki dealer looking to get Lane some new waterproof gloves, they had none. Don't they know it rains here all the time? So, we tried the Harley-Davidson dealer. Lane scored a nice pair of textile waterproof gloves there, $100 plus; thank you very much.

Riding the Kawasaki's has been interesting. Seats are not quite as comfortable as our Harlies and protection from the elements is reduced, but they do give you an all-day vibrator massage. That is to say they vibrate pretty good. Lane's broke two stainless steel hose clams securing his tool tube to the frame and the four bolts holding my fork brace were all loose upon arrival in Prince Georege. We check all bolts and fitting daily now.

Tomorrow, we are off to Stewart, BC and Hyder, AK.

Here are a few pictures from today's ride.  Lots of pretty country but tough to shoot pictures from the saddle when one is bundled up for protection from the elements.