Long ride

Photos: Large unpinted totem poles; Two convenience store shots as we drank coffee and discussed touring motorcycles with the indigenous peoples.

Stewart to Prince George, British Columbia - 430 miles

Mac and I skipped the free breakfast to get an early start, on this, our longest ride so far.

Great roads all the way. We rode on a land formation called a high plateau. If I remember correctly from college geology (and I probably don't, by the way) this type of formation is caused by the gradual erosion of massive mountains (those we just left and those we enter tomorrow). Over millions of years of wind, rain, fire, and ice the mountains were whittled down to their present height and the parts removed formed this high plateau that is about 400 miles wide by 600 miles long. If there are any geologists out there please correct me if I'm mistaken. However, I don't wish to hear from any born again evangelical who'll argue that the planet is only 6,000 years old.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention the beautiful black bear that ran out onto the highway in front of me today. I was going 60 MPH but it was no problem because he was 200 yards ahead of me. By the time I got to him he was up the embankment looking back at me. I was in traffic and thus couldn't stop for a photo. The two most remarkable things about him were his shiny, jet-black fur, and his golden snout. Both colors were vivid and made this large animal stunning to see. Brilliant.

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Lastly, none of the people in the Denny's we ate in in the city of Prince George knew who Prince George was. Shouldn't someone have known? Is it their fault for not being curious enough to find out or my fault for not going to a more sophisticated restaurant?