In the morning I texted Doc that I was leaving Osoyoos. I rode past the vineyards of Oliver and rode through Penticton, Summerland and Peachland to go back to the Coquihalla Connector. Although going via Princeton and Manning Park would be the most direct route, I chose to avoid it because the last day of a long weekend is usually plugged with motor homes. The route has a lot of hills, curves and the passing lanes are few and far between.
If only I had known what was to come...I would have left Osoyoos earlier and not stopped in at a local store in town before leaving....or stopped in at a farm....or taken so much time in Summerland for fuel and refreshments.
I got onto the connector and rode for several km before seeing the traffic jam. Riding was the only way to not get overheated...it was still about 40 degrees celcius. Traffic was at a standstill...I rode on the shoulder to get to the chain up area so I could find out what was going on and to take off my gear. There was no way I would be able to sit on the highway in full gear in that heat.
A man flagged me down in the pull out area and suggested I turn around and go the other way. He was also a rider (but not that day)....he said he understood about the full gear in heat thing..he wears full leathers when he rides...
There was a gap in the concrete barrier between directions so I made a u-turn and rode the several km back up the highway and stopped in at the info centre. They told me there was a car fire down the connector and that the police had the road going south closed.
I got some more drinks and continued backtracking....through Peachland, Summerland and Penticton. I had lost so much time now that I stopped to fuel the bike and get a sandwich and more drinks for me. Yes, it was that hot that keeping hydrated was a challenge. However.....in Penicton the wind came up and the temperatures came down a bit.
I rode from Penticton through Keremeos toward Princeton. The traffic was actually light and the pace was swift. It was a nice surprise. The temperatures were cooler now so riding was very pleasant.
Oh drat....it started raining....it was still warm enough to not worry about it. I didn't bother to stop to put on any rain layers because the temps were still mild. However..by the time I got Princeton, the temperatures were dropping and the rain was getting hard and I was finally shivering. I stopped in the tourist info booth and got out my jacket liner. I really only wanted to go in , use the washroom and
put on my extra layer....but the woman who worked was so chatty. I left there and stopped in a gas station to fuel Zena and get a coffee and snack for me. The little bit of warmth from the coffee and caffeine hit were perfect.
At the exact same that I pulled right out of the gas station, a ride on the other side of the highway pulled left .... we each stayed in our own lane...
Here is something every person who travels needs to know and heed....When you go through small towns and the speed limit drops ...you really should respect the small town and its limits...
I was moving along at 60kmh but other rider was going a lot faster....when you leave Princeton heading south there is a big hill and curve ....and even though you think you are back to middle of nowhere...there are actually a few driveways and a few more business after the curve....
Aside from wanting to respect the small town limit, it was raining...I did not want to take a chance on slippery roads...
So...I lost sight of the other rider....then a police SUV coming down the hill on the other side....put on the flashing lights and did a u-turn and started coming up the hill behind me....I pulled over because I thought he was coming for me....but he kept going...fast....
Once I finally got to the top and around the curve I saw that the police had pulled over the other rider and another vehicle. I just kept toodling along at the speed limit...then the speed changed to 80...so I went 80....and sure enough farther along on the straight stretch was another police SUV...just waiting....
You really do need to respect small towns. I'd be willing to get that the Princeton police made a lot of money that weekend.
I was warmer now that I had the liner in my jacket. It rained for quite some time , but by the time I got to Manning Park it was clearing up agian. I made another pit stop at the lodge and then rode into Hope. Hope was my designated meeting point for my guy. He rode out to Hope to meet me. I had sent texts to Doc and SuperTen during the day to let them know of my progress,,,
SuperTen had got to Hope early enough to secure a parking space in front of the door. So far it had taken me 9-1/2 hours to get to Hope. Under normal circumstances it would be about a 5 hour ride. There was still over 2 hours to go to get home .
Here are the 2 bikes and SuperTen at the Blue Moose in Hope. Despite all the delays and rain and cold etc....I was still smiling.
I had a bowl of soup and a coffee...we also found out that Highway 1 was closed to due an earlier crash....sigh....so we went Highway 7. Luckily traffic was light and moved well. We stopped in Mission for a fuel up and finally made it home 12 hours after I left Osoyoos. I only took from my bike what was needed and left the unpacking for the next day. Fortunately for me I start work late on Tuesdays....
SuperTen bade me good night and went home.
Although I was very tired, I felt very good about the day.