Beamer Reamer
Death Before Disco
The PNW guys wanted Old Michael to know he was missed:
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BugR
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From my 800 km run on Saturday
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UHOH
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combination of friendly fellow riders and good location.
It was a fun to meet you all ... even if I don't have a photo of each.
Summit Lake, just 15 miles from Nakusp Rally Site.
Ferry to Revelstoke coming in ... a lot of us took this one of the days
Ferry leaving ...
my vote for the largest chess set, in New Denver, 30 miles from rally site.
the pawn pieces are knee high.
bet no other riding group saw this...
a few rally goers at final breakfast, Sunday...
going left to right...
Fraler (Frank) So. British Columbia (edit: I later recall Frank being from Alberta)
Pegleg (Gary) No. British Columbia
7XRAY (Fred) Montana [Frank, Gary, Fred were at their first rally EVER]
UhOh (Cecil) Washington [1st Canadian rally]
Yamaha Tee-shirt was rally door prize - feels good
It was a fun to meet you all ... even if I don't have a photo of each.
Summit Lake, just 15 miles from Nakusp Rally Site.
Ferry to Revelstoke coming in ... a lot of us took this one of the days
Ferry leaving ...
my vote for the largest chess set, in New Denver, 30 miles from rally site.
the pawn pieces are knee high.
bet no other riding group saw this...
a few rally goers at final breakfast, Sunday...
going left to right...
Fraler (Frank) So. British Columbia (edit: I later recall Frank being from Alberta)
Pegleg (Gary) No. British Columbia
7XRAY (Fred) Montana [Frank, Gary, Fred were at their first rally EVER]
UhOh (Cecil) Washington [1st Canadian rally]
Yamaha Tee-shirt was rally door prize - feels good
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Bustanut joker
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Heyyyy! Fonzie showed up! Sheesh he's let himself go :lmaosmiley:Great job by the CFR committe. :clapping: :clapping: :clapping:
The California crew
Who's pukin' over the side?
:jester:
Beamer Reamer
Death Before Disco
Like everyone, I had a blast and could have easily done another 4 days of seat time in beautiful BC. I'm already playing with some routes for a trip later in the summer. I have a great group to ride with and we started on our trek from Arlington, WA 0800 Thursday morning. It took some of us a couple of hours of riding to be there in time, but who's really counting? The journey for me and Colleen was around 550 miles and every bit of it with spectacular views and excellent roads. Here is a a quick view of the trip as seen with the PNW crew:
Here we are at the kickoff point:
Fella's from Cali joined us and this other guy who ditched us in Republic
Our first break. We are on Hwy 20 going through the Cascades. This is an area called Diablo Lake.
Then the border crossing North of Republic
Hudson once again confused about which door he should have used, he really can't be left alone for very long
Once we arrived, said our hello's, drank too much, and got a bit of sleep; we started checking out the area. We aren't good for pausing for pictures except when we had too, so try to fill in the blanks and be thankful I didn't include pics of all the gas stations we stopped at...plenty of other pictures taken by dcarver, Mr. & Mrs. AuburnFJR, Hudson, escapeFJRtist, Panman and many more.
The ferry to the Revelstoke area
Silverton
dcarver showing off his tank art and generally looking cool
One of the few things on the trip that could slow down Mr. and Mrs. AuburnFJR.
Many of us were impressed with the array of different farkles on display. This is one that proves some folks are ready for anything
There were quite a few Feejers running around
Panman and SockMonkey making some sort of plans
This was a biggie. Our very own escapeFJRtist getting the MASTER PLUGGER award and proudly accepting from our Rally Master. I'm expecting his new title to be listed appropriately on this forum soon.
Then time to go home, a needed rest stop along the way
Another stop at the Dry Falls area
And on a final note, I want to apologize to my riding crew who wanted me to pass on their sentiments for Old Michael who couldn't make it. I posted a thoughtful pic earlier but was scolded and told I got the message wrong. I haven't met you yet Michael, but let me pass along proof that you were at least momentarily in our thoughts.
Here we are at the kickoff point:
Fella's from Cali joined us and this other guy who ditched us in Republic
Our first break. We are on Hwy 20 going through the Cascades. This is an area called Diablo Lake.
Then the border crossing North of Republic
Hudson once again confused about which door he should have used, he really can't be left alone for very long
Once we arrived, said our hello's, drank too much, and got a bit of sleep; we started checking out the area. We aren't good for pausing for pictures except when we had too, so try to fill in the blanks and be thankful I didn't include pics of all the gas stations we stopped at...plenty of other pictures taken by dcarver, Mr. & Mrs. AuburnFJR, Hudson, escapeFJRtist, Panman and many more.
The ferry to the Revelstoke area
Silverton
dcarver showing off his tank art and generally looking cool
One of the few things on the trip that could slow down Mr. and Mrs. AuburnFJR.
Many of us were impressed with the array of different farkles on display. This is one that proves some folks are ready for anything
There were quite a few Feejers running around
Panman and SockMonkey making some sort of plans
This was a biggie. Our very own escapeFJRtist getting the MASTER PLUGGER award and proudly accepting from our Rally Master. I'm expecting his new title to be listed appropriately on this forum soon.
Then time to go home, a needed rest stop along the way
Another stop at the Dry Falls area
And on a final note, I want to apologize to my riding crew who wanted me to pass on their sentiments for Old Michael who couldn't make it. I posted a thoughtful pic earlier but was scolded and told I got the message wrong. I haven't met you yet Michael, but let me pass along proof that you were at least momentarily in our thoughts.
johnny80s
Turtle Gears
I am going to bet that is Fairlaner's finger. It looks familiar.
:blink: :blink:
Please tell us no more johnny80's. I know you guys camped together.
Loving all the beautiful pictures, full of magnificent scenery and smiling faces.
If names could be put on more of those faces, that would be cool too.
Was that the "official" group photo posted? Y'all look groovy in your shirts.
Fixed Johnny's quote.
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escapefjrtist
Searching for Dry Roads
What a great trip to CFR with the PNW crew. Managed to cover almost 1500 miles with 10 bikes, no performance awards or oopsies and other than looking like 'Wild Kingdom' on the way home was a stress free run. North Cascades was 43 degrees and raining when we returned...just like the majority of the trip.
A few selected shots of the trip:
The requisite stop for Niehart after too much coffee.
I never get tired of the scenery on North Cascades Hwy.
Hudson still can't believe he's traveling with THIS group..."If I close my eyes, maybe it's just a bad dream".
First fuel in Canada at Castlegar.
Ferry line at Needles. I was able to convince the operator to let us off first ahead of the slow pokes...Too bad it rained on most of the twisty bits... <_<
Spectacular scenery in every direction.
To be continued...
A few selected shots of the trip:
The requisite stop for Niehart after too much coffee.
I never get tired of the scenery on North Cascades Hwy.
Hudson still can't believe he's traveling with THIS group..."If I close my eyes, maybe it's just a bad dream".
First fuel in Canada at Castlegar.
Ferry line at Needles. I was able to convince the operator to let us off first ahead of the slow pokes...Too bad it rained on most of the twisty bits... <_<
Spectacular scenery in every direction.
To be continued...
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escapefjrtist
Searching for Dry Roads
BC 1 east of Revelstoke.
Rogers Pass
The sun did come out...albeit briefly.
Revelstoke Dam and the requisite bike pic. A little more work and it could become my screen saver
We had a spirited ride south from Revelstoke to make the ferry...and who did we see?
Fun times, great to see all the familiar faces and meet new friends. It was a pleasure to help MEM put a stopper in the hole...Hope it holds on her adventure back home.
--G
Rogers Pass
The sun did come out...albeit briefly.
Revelstoke Dam and the requisite bike pic. A little more work and it could become my screen saver
We had a spirited ride south from Revelstoke to make the ferry...and who did we see?
Fun times, great to see all the familiar faces and meet new friends. It was a pleasure to help MEM put a stopper in the hole...Hope it holds on her adventure back home.
--G
vabrzn
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A lot of great pics!
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
Those are some terrific pictures, guys!
Wish I coulda been there.
Ride safe,
BG
Wish I coulda been there.
Ride safe,
BG
Canadian FJR
Canadian FJR
I know those fine looking Canadian folks.
Canadian FJR
Canadian FJR
blufjr
blufjr
Here are some photos I took. Great rally, had lots of fun and meet some new folks.
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Here's a photo taken by my buddy, a commercial photographer, of me and Gill doing a drive-by on the road to Kaslo. Damn, forgot to turn off the cloaking device!
And here's another photo of the drive-by with cloaking turned off.
And here's another photo of the drive-by with cloaking turned off.
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FastJoyRide
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Joe2Lmaker
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This is the first time I've been in front of a computer since I left for CFR. What a ride!
1500 miles to get there. 1000 miles tearing around BC. 1500 miles home. What an experience. Thank you!
I left for Nakusp at 11:50 AM on Tuesday, June 16th. My first scheduled stop was in Jamestown, ND. I lived there in my early years (as late as kindergarten), and I had a very sentimental reason for revisiting the place.
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I remember this as being the end of the road for me as a kindergartner:
Back and forth. Back and forth. ... the sidewalk ends and it's time to turn around.
Next was the obligatory stop in Rugby, ND:
I should have thought about stopping for the night, but I still felt alert and wanted to put a few more miles on. It was the same in Minot, ND. Big mistake! I planned to stop for the night in Williston, ND. When I pulled into Williston, I had pushed it just about to my limit. I was tired, really tired. There wasn't a vacancy in a hundred mile radius! I had packed a tent and sleeping bag, but I had no idea where to pitch the tent that wouldn't get me rousted by the cops. Plus, the few times I stopped in Williston brought a cloud of mosquitoes. I figured my best option was to keep rollin'.
Soon, the sun was coming up and I started feeling a little better. Funny how a few more hundred yards of Bambi visibility can be comforting...
The promise of a bright new day was soon overshadowed by the road I was traveling. The rising sun was illuminating a dark pattern. The land on the south side of the road was a farmland and grassland, irrigated by the Missouri River. The land on the north side of the road was sagebrush. My map showed the disparity. I was riding through the Fort Peck Indian Reservation. When I got to Brockton, Montana I was struck by the sadness of this little town. At this point, I might have still held out some hope for sleep in a hotel or motel, but that hope was short lived. A short ride through town let me know there was no shelter to be found here. Then, as I was leaving, I saw something in the cotton woods...
Something about those trees reminded me of this:
The beer cans that litter that town tell the story. Even the cotton woods weep. But, there is nothing I can do, so I roll on as the sun chases me...
I stopped for bottled water and a bag of mixed nuts in Wolf Point, MT. As I was getting ready to take off again, I smelled gasoline. ****!
The filler neck from Coyote-GearTM and the Locking Vented Cap "Fits all Coyote-Gear Tanks and Filler Necks" didn't seal! ... ****!
After taking all of the bags off in the convenience store parking lot and twenty trips to the men's room for soapy wet paper towels, I decide to press on...
I had considered 'baggin'-it' at Wolf Point, but I made it to Havre, MT before finally calling it a day. I found a place to sleep for $30/night. The place looked like it should have been condemned. I wish I had been quicker with the camera because just a moment before I took this shot a pickup arrived with a load of mattresses and box springs, not one of which a self-respecting homeless person would have been caught dead on. :bad:
I turned up the corners of the sheets to inspect the mattress and box springs and everything looked younger than me, so I thought "what-the-hell" and slept .
I took the west side of Going-to-the-Sun Road and took these shots:
Almost there:
A young woman had managed to Dale Earnhardt her little Chevy into the rock face. She seemed to have come out of the experience unharmed, but her car was totaled. It wasn't to be the last time I came upon such a scene. The next time I was on this road (two days later) a woman on a cruiser managed to clip a Jersey Barrier. The bike stopped, but she was tossed over into the brush and trees on the far side.
While I'm waiting for the road ahead to open, I figure I might as well attempt a "posey sniffn' " shot. This is what presented itself:
The last shot I got on the 18th (before the rain an darkness set in):
These are my actual CFR photos:
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Mike, this is the best of two really bad photos I took of the snack you called 'lunch':
(sorry. maybe Photoshop can fix it...)
And, with that... we're headed for home:
This is where the rain finally gave way to the sun:
(This is where I wish my friends at East Glacier had gotten a picture of me in my ridiculous rubber gloves and poncho as I waved 'See Ya')
The last of the water dripping off the bike while I stow the poncho and rubber gloves...
Regrets:
Damn few, but I wish I would have remembered the PacMan nuts in my tank bag. Barb, I'll have to mail yours to you. I didn't remember I had them until I looked in the tank bag in Moorhead on the way home. :dntknw:
dcarver, if those were your beers I was drinking, I owe you one too.
1500 miles to get there. 1000 miles tearing around BC. 1500 miles home. What an experience. Thank you!
I left for Nakusp at 11:50 AM on Tuesday, June 16th. My first scheduled stop was in Jamestown, ND. I lived there in my early years (as late as kindergarten), and I had a very sentimental reason for revisiting the place.
I remember this as being the end of the road for me as a kindergartner:
Back and forth. Back and forth. ... the sidewalk ends and it's time to turn around.
Next was the obligatory stop in Rugby, ND:
I should have thought about stopping for the night, but I still felt alert and wanted to put a few more miles on. It was the same in Minot, ND. Big mistake! I planned to stop for the night in Williston, ND. When I pulled into Williston, I had pushed it just about to my limit. I was tired, really tired. There wasn't a vacancy in a hundred mile radius! I had packed a tent and sleeping bag, but I had no idea where to pitch the tent that wouldn't get me rousted by the cops. Plus, the few times I stopped in Williston brought a cloud of mosquitoes. I figured my best option was to keep rollin'.
Soon, the sun was coming up and I started feeling a little better. Funny how a few more hundred yards of Bambi visibility can be comforting...
The promise of a bright new day was soon overshadowed by the road I was traveling. The rising sun was illuminating a dark pattern. The land on the south side of the road was a farmland and grassland, irrigated by the Missouri River. The land on the north side of the road was sagebrush. My map showed the disparity. I was riding through the Fort Peck Indian Reservation. When I got to Brockton, Montana I was struck by the sadness of this little town. At this point, I might have still held out some hope for sleep in a hotel or motel, but that hope was short lived. A short ride through town let me know there was no shelter to be found here. Then, as I was leaving, I saw something in the cotton woods...
Something about those trees reminded me of this:
The beer cans that litter that town tell the story. Even the cotton woods weep. But, there is nothing I can do, so I roll on as the sun chases me...
I stopped for bottled water and a bag of mixed nuts in Wolf Point, MT. As I was getting ready to take off again, I smelled gasoline. ****!
The filler neck from Coyote-GearTM and the Locking Vented Cap "Fits all Coyote-Gear Tanks and Filler Necks" didn't seal! ... ****!
After taking all of the bags off in the convenience store parking lot and twenty trips to the men's room for soapy wet paper towels, I decide to press on...
I had considered 'baggin'-it' at Wolf Point, but I made it to Havre, MT before finally calling it a day. I found a place to sleep for $30/night. The place looked like it should have been condemned. I wish I had been quicker with the camera because just a moment before I took this shot a pickup arrived with a load of mattresses and box springs, not one of which a self-respecting homeless person would have been caught dead on. :bad:
I turned up the corners of the sheets to inspect the mattress and box springs and everything looked younger than me, so I thought "what-the-hell" and slept .
I took the west side of Going-to-the-Sun Road and took these shots:
Almost there:
A young woman had managed to Dale Earnhardt her little Chevy into the rock face. She seemed to have come out of the experience unharmed, but her car was totaled. It wasn't to be the last time I came upon such a scene. The next time I was on this road (two days later) a woman on a cruiser managed to clip a Jersey Barrier. The bike stopped, but she was tossed over into the brush and trees on the far side.
While I'm waiting for the road ahead to open, I figure I might as well attempt a "posey sniffn' " shot. This is what presented itself:
The last shot I got on the 18th (before the rain an darkness set in):
These are my actual CFR photos:
Mike, this is the best of two really bad photos I took of the snack you called 'lunch':
(sorry. maybe Photoshop can fix it...)
And, with that... we're headed for home:
This is where the rain finally gave way to the sun:
(This is where I wish my friends at East Glacier had gotten a picture of me in my ridiculous rubber gloves and poncho as I waved 'See Ya')
The last of the water dripping off the bike while I stow the poncho and rubber gloves...
Regrets:
Damn few, but I wish I would have remembered the PacMan nuts in my tank bag. Barb, I'll have to mail yours to you. I didn't remember I had them until I looked in the tank bag in Moorhead on the way home. :dntknw:
dcarver, if those were your beers I was drinking, I owe you one too.
