I missed posting yesterday, so since I'm up early (my iPod battery ran out overnight, and it's my only line of defense against Scott's snoring!) I figured I might as well tap something out. Not a lot to say about yesterday, or at least not a lot of great pictures to put up; we woke up to rain, low-hanging clouds, and a forecast for a day full of the same, particularly east of us where we'd be riding. Not the kind-of weather you really want when you're driving through national parks that contain some of North America's grandest vistas. So we, and by "we" I mean Scott and I, made the hard decision to hang out in Valemount for a day and continue our riding Wednesday at the start of a 5-day string of sunny days. Normally this wouldn't have been such a tough decision, but because we'd already delayed in Revelstoke for the same reason, this put Dave hard up against his schedule and he had to leave for home. He was a good sport -- he understood that we didn't want to drive through Jasper and Banff and look at nothing but clouds -- but I was pretty sad about having to part ways. Dave made it nearly 400 miles to Osoyoos, BC, and should be making it home to Waitsburg, Washington today (Wednesday).
Valemount, BC |
Scott and I did have an enjoyable day in Valemount. We started by changing hotels to the Valemount Hotel, then walking to the Swiss Bakery just up the road. Scott had a drip coffee and I had another fantastic cappuccino, topped with a sprinkling of swiss chocolate, and we split a raspberry strudel. Life's tough. As we sat on the covered porch, enjoying the morning's crisp air and view of the surrounding mountains and fall foliage, the rain started coming down again. After a quick walk back to the hotel to cover the bikes we turned around and headed back downtown to the local hardware store for some odds and ends.
We basically spent the rest of the day in the restaurant and bar attached to our hotel, sitting on a couple couches in front of a window that had a great view. I pulled out the laptop and did some work while Scott made fun of me for doing it. The highlight for sure, however, was when the owner (who we'd met in the morning, when we changed hotels and checked in) came and sat down next to us to say hi. Turned into a great 3- or 4-hour conversation and we soon knew his life story. After he heard that we'd been looking for some Cuban cigars, but had been balked by the price of them, he told us to wait a minute, disappeared, then reappeared with a box of 4 Cohibas that he said he'd been saving for a while. I think I may have mentioned it before, but to a man and woman, every single person we've met since crossing the border has been over-the-top friendly and interesting, and Peter was no exception.
As the sun was setting and the clouds clearing, we enjoyed two of our four Cohibas, made it back for (a lighter) dinner at the Caribou Grill, then called it a night.
Day 5 mileage: 0 mi / 0 km
Total mileage: 892 mi / 1,436 km