|Bone dry in the morning. Hey, how dry are bones anyway?|
|In the room I enjoyed the best motel coffee I'd had in a long time, a special brew from Boyd's and it was super.|
After getting all my gear packed and ready to load I hustled on over to the restaurant for my freebie breakfast. There were two gals working the shift and I was seated at a window table overlooking the river, one of the best tables there. She said she'd be right back and then must have gone on her break or quit as no one ever showed up again. No coffee, no freebie breakfast, nada. I waited about fifteen minutes, then figured I could grab something on the road and left. On the way out I snarled something at the receptionist desk gals which was about like shooting the messenger but I was feeling pissy and didn't care.
|Not looking good|
|The border guys are always nice at this crossing, unlike some of the busier ones.|
|Actually I stopped here to eat a candy bar and the sign just presented itself for a photo.|
|Highway 3 heading west out of Creston|
|Mongo like highway 3!|
|Hey I just came that way...|
|The Dragon Fly Cafe|
|Very hip inside. I'd say "chic" but I sometimes forget and it comes out like chicken|
They sell photos done by a local artist, most were priced at $274. Odd number I know but maybe it means something to the photographer. Like his birthday or something?
|I had the Eggs Benedict with spinach and other dead things. It was pretty darn good.|
The paint issues I can live with, it's an old helmet. The real issue was the damn visor, I spent the better part of half an hour fighting with it trying to get it re-installed. Of all the helmets I've ever owned its visor is by far the fussiest one to get locked in so when it was sort of connected I decided to go with it. Wrong. Wrongo. About a mile down the road I had to lift it up to see better and off it came in my hand. Juggling it along with bringing the Vespa to a halt was precarious and I nearly dropped the scooter getting off. I spent another half hour fiddling around with the visor's mechanism and eventually heard the welcome "snap!" as it locked in solidly. Man I hate that thing but at last I was back on the road.
Eventually I ran into a really nasty bit of road construction. Why do these people need to work in the rain? Just so they can watch you sit there on your bike in the drizzle? Buncha sadists.
|Sign said expect possible 20-minute delays. Grumble grumble....Actually I only waited 5-mins.|
BTW did you know that seemingly normal people point at red Vespas and say "Hey lookit that"? Seems kinda weird.
After Osoyoos the next big ticket town is Keremeos where everyone and his nephew appears to be engaged in growing fruit of one sort or another. I passed a couple of fruit stands leading into the settlement and deciding that fresh peaches might make a great snack later on I did a u-turn and headed back to the one I'd just passed.
Inside I asked the gal who seemed to be in charge if I could buy just two peaches as any more would go to waste. She said a number of undecipherable things so I pointed at my helmet and said "Ear plugs...Old guy...Eh?" She either liked that or hoped I might go away so she picked out two specimens that passed her sniff test, bagged them and said with a big smile "No charge, they're ready to eat tonight." I offered to pay for them but she said they were bruised and couldn't be sold. Home run!!!!
|Yippee! Free peaches!|
|Happy gal. "Hey I'm gonna be in his book!|
|Who makes up all these strange names anyway?|
|Further into town there were tractors. Lotsa tractors.|
|And also red scooters posing,|
|There must be more fruit stands along this road than anywhere else on Planet Earth|
Princeton soon showed up on the horizon and since it was late afternoon I decided to bag it for the day. I checked into a place toting itself as "Canada's Best Value Inns". Their prices are guaranteed to make most people scream but I managed to browbeat them down thirty buckaroos which still left them at around the same rate as yesterday's digs. It's not close to being as posh but I'm pooped so I don't care. I'll bet they know that don't they?
|Private parking is everything, eh? That's Canadian speak. Eh?|
|Canadian living room decor? Eh?|
Once I'd settled in with the baggage I started thinking about dinner in earnest. That spa tub thing in the living room got me to fantasizing about parking myself in it with a bottle of crisp cold white wine and gobbling fresh peaches at the same time so off I went to see what I could come up with.
The local grocery store emporium is a lot like Safeway and I soon assembled white cheddar cheese, Triscuits, Arizona Iced Tea, and chewy caramel trail bars. No wine though, I'd forgotten you have to buy evil suds at their liquor stores. Makes sense, wouldn't want the missus or the kiddies to see you spending the rent money on booze. I decided an extra can of tea would fill in the gap.
|Fresh free-for-nothing peaches, the best kind.|
|Dinner - just check out that scrumptious spread! Mmm...mmm!|
313 miles today, not so bad considering the miserable rain.