About Larry

I live in Bandon on the southern Oregon coast and I've been riding for a long, long time, years, decades. We won't go there kiddies but believe me, it's been awhile. During that time I've done most of my riding on the road with occasional off-road forays, most of which were intentional. Some weren't. Until just a couple of years ago I'd never ridden a hack - that's sidecar to those who aren't familiar with the lingo. I figure riding a hack up Alaska's infamous Haul road all the way to Deadhorse should top off my torture tank for quite awhile.

About Mac

Mac hails from Robins, Iowa and has been riding bikes longer than most people have been around. He managed to torture his old BMW past the 100,000 mile mark and presently rides a Yamaha FJR. His newest ride, a 2008 Ural Patrol is waiting on the dealer's highest shelf until the flood waters recede after which they'll assemble it and turn it over to him. The fact that he's heading to Alaska for his first journey on a new rig should tell you all you need to know about him...

Saturday, July 19, 2008

July 18th - Moricetown Tribal Reservation

Up and at'em early today, we were just leaving when I spotted Mac's Milepost laying on the hood of a pickup outside our room. The night before we'd been talking to some people and one of us left it outside when it was bedtime. (surely not Mac?) Interesting thing about the Milepost when it's outside overnight and it rains... I could be wrong but I suspect the publishers engage in another industry, possibly involving those peat pots sold at garden shops everywhere. Anyway it had increased in volume by about 1000% and for next day or so spent most of it's time in front of campfires drying out. This morning it rained like the dickens continuing off and on for most of the day but we were dressed for it so on we went.

Our route took us north to Vanderhoof where we stopped for breakfast. Several people stopped by our table to ask about the bikes and our trip. This seems to happen fairly regularly wherever we stop, sidecars are always of interest to everyone.

Afterwards we rode through Burns Lake andSmithers, stopping for the night at the Moricetown's Tribal Campground. When we arrived there was a sign on the office door that said pick out a spot and someone will be around later to collect the fee. Sound familiar? We settled on a spot that included water and electric hookup, neither of which we used. A couple of hours after we'd set up camp a lady tribal member showed up with her student trainee and informed us we were in a spot for RV's, not tents. I explained why we were there and offered to move or pay the full price or leave, whichever she felt best about. This seemed to puzzle her as no one was arguing so after several minutes of rattling on about our being in an RV spot for the 100th time she elected to let us stay but we had to pay the difference. Duh? And the difference? $1.75. I forked it over and that was the end of it. We met two groups of campers next to us, a couple from Olympia, WA, and a local family from Houston, BC just down the road. The guy from Houston gave us several samples of his smoked salmon and I gave him a bag of dried apples from our Bandon trees, a somewhat lop-sided trade but it was all I had.

Mac made a great fire which we sat around consuming more alcohol than we had business and divulging all our family secrets so now we know all there is to know about everyone. Dang...