KAMLOOPS, BRITISH COLUMBIA

On this the twentieth of August, 2014 and the twentieth day of my tour I will ride from Chase to Kamloops.

My last leg, for tomorrow Kate will fly in and then we are off  to some new adventures.

 After a night of some rain and a spectacular lighting storm off in the distance, morning has broken well for my ride to Kamloops.

 I today will be a valley rider.

 For a good part of my trip I had a good knowledge of my whereabouts, destinations and times involved.

Occasionally when I did ask for directions, I most times chuckled to myself when the common response would be, "just down the road", "not far", "20min Ahead"

If someone was to say "you'll be there in a hour" that could quite well mean tomorrow for me.

 The lush green of the mountains has now slowly turned a rather burnt and parched valley.

 Here's something I don't see everyday. This travelling couple and horse, pick up and trailer, are all out stretching their legs and getting a quick snack. 

 I on a couple of occasions have stopped at  Ministry of Transportation Weigh Stations and have had smiling and laughing officials weigh my "Bike". I have on a couple of occasions never let the knowledgeable blog reading public know what "we weighed in at"(most times I had a good stash of provisions was my silent justification to myself)

Here at the end of my trip and having jettisoned (like a sinking balloon) all unnecessary goods and chattel, was my time to redeem myself with hopefully normal numbers, but unfortunately the self administer scale was closed.

Maybe  for the better.

Here are my targets:

True North(2013) w/marathons, fenders, rear rack                  30lbs

T42s  (rear panniers bare)                                                           5lbs

T18s   (front panniers bare)                                                        4lbs

Front rack                                                                                  1lbs  

                                              Rigged bike             40lbs                                     

                

All my stuff  (without food)               30-40lbs

 Total w/o food                                  70-80lbs

(one weigh station, just before climbing Rogers Pass, I (bike) tipped the scale@ 90lbs. Had extra food and water.)(I'm sure it was the irrelevant number that had the weigh stations guys politely smile and wish me a safe trip. I left to hide my crying. On the other extreme end, a GOOD racing bike, wieghs maybe 15lbs??. don't want to think about that)

 Reward for the day and trip.

The Ranchland, Kamloops, British Columbia, CANADA

This place had low rates, Cont. breakfast, Hot tub, laundry and something else I can't read.

The end.

What's next? My story of my stories.

PUREBREAD - WHISTLER, BRITISH COLUMBIA, CANADA

THE END IS NEAR

Can you imagine that I'm just one post away from wrapping up my bicycle tour. Closure finally on twenty-one days and thirty odd posts some thirty odd days ago.

Can you imagine that with a constant nagging feeling lingering over me to get her done and start fresh on some other adventures..........

.......I'm off on some totally irrelevant scone tangent that I'll let a chosen few further  feed on the meaning of life.

Some people can read between the lines.

Some chosen people can read between the pictures.

Here's a story.

Homeless scones

click

Lavender Earl Grey (foreground)

Buckwheat Sour Cherry (background)

That's all I've got say about this.

Wish I could promise you my cycle tour wrap up next but can't even say that.

TIKARAM SUBEDI

My travels through the Rockies had me thinking of our trip to Nepal(2011).

It maybe was not as much about the mountains but a recent and continued contact with our much like guide.

The more than often cold and intimidating Himalaya was countered by this warm, caring and smiling countryman.

TIKARAM SUBEDI

If anyone is heading to the Pokara end of Nepal and is looking for someone to show you around and up and down, we trip advise wholeheartedly.
Link to TikaRam Subedi

CATHERINE NEMY(L) TIKARAM SUBEDI (R)

TIKARAM SUBEDI (L) PAUL NEMY (R)

Now I been smokin for so long,
Ya know I'm here to stay
Got you in a stranglehold, baby
You best get outta the way          

 Ted Nugent

NICOLA NEMY(L) HYLA NEMY(R)

JAMES, NZ (TOP)

TIKARAM SUBEDI  (BOTTOM)

HYLA ANN NEMY

Aafno Bhagya Aafai Le Banaunu Parcha.

COMING NEXT - 

"The road's got me hypnotized

 And I'm speeding into a new and last sunrise"

CHASE, BRITISH COLUMBIA

AUGUST 19, 2014

SICAMOUS to CHASE

Salmon Arm, BC

With having only two legs, I guess I'm on my second to last of my tour.

Here I'm passing thru Salmon Arm on my way to Chase. I'll log about 100k's today so as to position myself nicely for a quick blast into Kamloops tomorrow.

Lucked into the farmers market.
Lucked into a bountiful harvest time.

 MY DAILY LUBE ROUTINE....

 ...CHAIN

 .....ASS

 ....FACE

 The Salmon Arm of Lake Shuswap.

 Didn't get a picture of this holidaying old timers couple that so matched this old time tow truck and era matching pop up trailer.
I think I'm glad that the trailers walls can't talk.

Want to spend a night in a caboose?
 The Squilax General Store and more.
Shuswap HiHostel

Thou I travel alone, I'm never alone.
There are constant reminders of likes in my life. Here and from home.
Who doesn't like Thompson Seedless Grapes. Though are the number one grape dried for raisins, but I prefer them fresh.

Today's target destination is Chase, British Columbia.

Wanting to just pitch a simple camp for the night, spotted a little municipal park in the foreground by the pier as I came into town.

Going to grab supper first.

Pizza delivery.

Even without trying, can't seem to get to far from a favourite, rail tracks.

On my best(or close to it) behaviour, I didn't seem to send any local out for a stroll running. Most were gracious in enquiry of my encampment and wished me continued safe passage.

Maybe because I delivered it myself, I enjoyed my pie.

Reading makes immigrants of us all. It takes us away from home, but more important, it finds homes for us everywhere.

— HAZEL ROCHMAN

COMING NEXT- THE LAST LEG