2nd July
I wake very early and, deciding that the light will be better this early in the morning, pack and leave at 0705…
I pass a drive-through Bear Park…
Wise words…
I’m soon entering the now familiar Western entrance to the Park, and turning right onto Going to the Sun Highway…
…the lake reflects the muted early morning sun, diffused by the low cloud still hanging in the valleys to the north. I start the long climb up towards Logan Pass. I stop to take a picture, get off the bike and watch as it slowly topples over the sidestand and settles down on its left side with a muffled crump. I’d inadvertently chosen a bit of bad camber to stop on, and the CofG of the bike allowed Newton to take over. Bugger.
First things first – I take a picture
. Thankfully, a team of University of Idaho students turn up in a minibus and heave the Adv upright again without a drama. By the time I’ve parked the bike on more level ground, they’ve disappeared again – what a nice bunch of guys 
… An initial examination reveals some very minor scratches on my pannier, some gouges in the left crashbar…
…however, later inspection reveals a dent in the tank as well. Bum. Anyhow – here’s the picture I stopped to take…
I keep climbing – there are several set of roadworks here, trying to keep this precarious road open is a full time job…
As I approach the summit of Logans Pass, I run into some locals…
…one of whom has brought one of the kids along…
I ride over the other side of the Pass and see some other residents – these are Bighorns – can’t imagine how they got that name…
I continue the long descent…
…towards St Mary Lake…
…before rejoining US89, but this time turning north…
…past a ‘drive-out’ of old Americana, and towards the Canadian border.
I get there at about 1030 and, after surprisingly little bureaucracy, I ride into Alberta. I switch my GPS over to ‘metric’, so I have a kph speedometer at a glance and continue north. However, seeing a thunderstorm the size of a very large thing on the horizon…
…I decide to wimp out and stop in a motel in Fort MacLeod. The room costs me $60 (Canadian) – about £24 – which is excellent value. I unpack whilst listening to the rain hammering on the roof…
I wake very early and, deciding that the light will be better this early in the morning, pack and leave at 0705…
I pass a drive-through Bear Park…
Wise words…
I’m soon entering the now familiar Western entrance to the Park, and turning right onto Going to the Sun Highway…
…the lake reflects the muted early morning sun, diffused by the low cloud still hanging in the valleys to the north. I start the long climb up towards Logan Pass. I stop to take a picture, get off the bike and watch as it slowly topples over the sidestand and settles down on its left side with a muffled crump. I’d inadvertently chosen a bit of bad camber to stop on, and the CofG of the bike allowed Newton to take over. Bugger.
First things first – I take a picture
. Thankfully, a team of University of Idaho students turn up in a minibus and heave the Adv upright again without a drama. By the time I’ve parked the bike on more level ground, they’ve disappeared again – what a nice bunch of guys … An initial examination reveals some very minor scratches on my pannier, some gouges in the left crashbar…
…however, later inspection reveals a dent in the tank as well. Bum. Anyhow – here’s the picture I stopped to take
…
I keep climbing – there are several set of roadworks here, trying to keep this precarious road open is a full time job…
As I approach the summit of Logans Pass, I run into some locals…
…one of whom has brought one of the kids along…
I ride over the other side of the Pass and see some other residents – these are Bighorns – can’t imagine how they got that name…
I continue the long descent…
…towards St Mary Lake…
…before rejoining US89, but this time turning north…
…past a ‘drive-out’ of old Americana, and towards the Canadian border.
I get there at about 1030 and, after surprisingly little bureaucracy, I ride into Alberta. I switch my GPS over to ‘metric’, so I have a kph speedometer at a glance and continue north. However, seeing a thunderstorm the size of a very large thing on the horizon…
…I decide to wimp out and stop in a motel in Fort MacLeod. The room costs me $60 (Canadian) – about £24 – which is excellent value. I unpack whilst listening to the rain hammering on the roof…
