{"id":586,"date":"2015-06-26T13:00:14","date_gmt":"2015-06-26T17:00:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/steelhorserover.com\/?p=586"},"modified":"2015-07-12T15:52:10","modified_gmt":"2015-07-12T19:52:10","slug":"day-26-june-26-grand-prairie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/steelhorserover.com\/?p=586","title":{"rendered":"Day 26 (June 26) Grand Prairie"},"content":{"rendered":"<div dir=\"auto\">Swan Lake Provincial Park, BC &#8212; just South of Grand Prairie<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">6,872 km<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">When I left Jasper, something changed. I am not sure what, exactly; but the road had aa different feeling &#8212; more natural; more real; less structure; less steel.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">Just before Hinton, I made a left turn and headed up highway 40 because it had the most squiggly lines on the map. Once on it, I realized why it was drawn in a black line instead of a red one like most of the other roads I&#8217;d been on so far: It was a secondary road &#8212; which meant it was not maintained to the same degree as the red roads. And, by &#8220;maintained&#8221; they mean cracks are filled with pitch sometimes; potholes are filled with gravel or soft, grainy asphalt sometimes; and long, bulging, heaves that form a twisting apex in the part of the lane where tires roll are usually left alone.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">No matter, this road delivered on its promise of squiggles; and soon I was climbing, descending, leaning hard left, then flipping over for a hard right &#8212; often all together in the space of a kilometer. And the road surface? Why, that was the perfect warm up for The Alaska Highway.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">Somewhere near the end of Hwy 40, there was a long, straight stretch on which a road crew was doing construction. When this happens, they close one of the road&#8217;s two lanes; and traffic in each direction takes turns using the side that&#8217;s open, guided by a pilot car (a pick-up actually) for around 10 km. Usually, the side that&#8217;s open is, in fact, being worked on as well; just in a more usable state.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">In this case, the open side was covered in slick, black pitch. Not just pitch where the cracks were; no, the entire lane was covered in it. Of course, once you start down behind the pilot car, you can&#8217;t stop unless it does because doing so holds up the whole convoy. As we paraded along, I could feel Gunther&#8217;s wheels slipping and slithering through the black goop, ickity-ickity-ickity-ickity. And the smell &#8212; My God &#8212; it was tenfold what you might smell when a roof is being re-tared.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">Oddly enough, the only time I really thought I might go down was when we stopped to let a dump truck go ahead of us. The road was angled down from the centre &#8212; for drainage, I suppose &#8212; and, as I put my feet down to steady the bike while stopped, I could feel my left foot slipping in the gooey pitch, which made the bike lean in that direction. Then, when I tried to bring my foot back, to prop up the bike again, I found it was stuck in the pitch. At times like this, you just learn to keep cool; and, in fact, had I panicked, I would not have had the sense to lift at the toe, first; and kind-of peel my foot up to get it loose and restabilize Gunther to vertical.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">***<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">At Grande Cache, while refueling after the long stint on Hwy 40 (200 km of desolation; no gas; no water; no coffee; no cel coverage), a Harley chopper rolled in followed by a BMW K1200 road bike.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">The K1200 was being ridden by a guy who called himself &#8220;Stretch&#8221; (an oxymoron if ever there was one). His friend, Phil, was on the Harley. The thing about Harley choppers is, the gas tanks don&#8217;t hold a lot of gas; and fill-ups are frequent &#8212; which is how Stretch happened to find himself topping off his tank alongside me while Phil refilled a tank filled only with the scent of gasoline.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">Turns out the two of them were from Kansas<\/p>\n<div dir=\"auto\">City; and on their way to Alaska, same as me. Stretch is somewhat of a celebrity chef and owns a restaurant in Kansas City. His bucket list includes riding in all 50 states before he turns 50. He&#8217;ll be 50 in August; and this year it&#8217;s Alaska &#8212; the final frontier.<\/div>\n<div id=\"attachment_508\" style=\"width: 160px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><a href=\"http:\/\/steelhorserover.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/IMG_20150626_1213081.jpg\"><img aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-508\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-thumbnail wp-image-508\" src=\"http:\/\/steelhorserover.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/IMG_20150626_1213081-150x150.jpg\" alt=\"&quot;Stretch&quot; and me\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" srcset=\"https:\/\/steelhorserover.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/IMG_20150626_1213081-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/steelhorserover.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/IMG_20150626_1213081-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/steelhorserover.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/IMG_20150626_1213081-1024x1024.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-508\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">&#8220;Stretch&#8221; and me<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">But he&#8217;s not just riding. He&#8217;s sampling the various culinary offerings he finds along the way. &#8220;We&#8217;re eating our way to Alaska,&#8221; he says. Stretch&#8217;s gastronomic adventures are being captured on video; and he&#8217;s in talks with The Food Network to get it aired.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Swan Lake Provincial Park, BC &#8212; just South of Grand Prairie 6,872 km When I left Jasper, something changed. I am not sure what, exactly; but the road had aa different feeling &#8212; more natural; more real; less structure; less steel. 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