After finally being able to get the steering head bearing I needed (thank goodness they had it in stock!) we head for the ferry at Tsawwassen and off to Vancouver Island. I’m so excited to see this part of the world. From all the photos I’ve seen it will be spectacularly beautiful.
There are a lot of bikes out on the road…or maybe I’m just paying hyper-sensitive attention to them. And we all line up in front to board and park in the front of a side lane on the boat.
It’s great to see so many other bikers on the roads since we got back to North America. I’ve forgotten how popular bikes are in the USA and Canada. Sunny and warm, it’s a beautiful and smooth crossing.
It’s a lovely, calm crossing on a sunny day and I can see mountains in every direction.
When Brian visited the island a few years ago he met a great couple while out riding one day. As he sat at a stop light they rode up next to him and asked him where he was going, to which he replied “I don’t know.”. So they told him to follow along, and he did. They led him to the Kinsol Trestle out in the wooded beauty of the island somewhere away from Victoria. These lovely people, Al and Lucie, have invited us to stay for a couple of days (and we stay longer and longer cuz it’s such a paradise). Al has a fantastic workshop and bike lift where Brian can tear my bike apart to replace that bearing and do some much needed service work on both bikes.
No wonder it was so hard to maneuver for so many miles…
And before we know it, the bikes are all ready to go for a ride. Al lines a great loop ride up on Saturday which we are looking forward to.
One evening we meet up with Shannon, whom we met in Nicaragua at a moto-rental/Bed and Breakfast/Spanish school….I’m so excited to see her! We left Jurgen and Eli’s place in Leon with her and rode together for a few days as we headed for Costa Rica. She is an absolute gem and who would have that we would see her again before the end of our travels.
She and her friends are playing bicycle polo one evening in a park just a block and a half from Al’s house….imagine that. We meet a girl in Nicaragua who lives within a few blocks of a friend Brian met on another motorcycle trip a few years ago. It’s such a small world.
And bicycle polo?! Who knew about that too? ! Looks like good fun.