2009 – Three Generations Pt III

Day 7, June 26th we decided to venture into Mesa Verde National Park before leaving the area. It was very foggy and this made for a somewhat diminished experience. I imagine the scenery on either side of the road would have been impressive based on what I could see. We did manage to find one of the view points for the Anasazi Indian cliff dwellings, truly remarkable. Nathan says it was one of his favourite parts of the trip.

Anasazi Ruins - Mesa Verde Park

Anasazi Ruins – Mesa Verde Park

Based on the advice from the clerk at the motel last night we have altered our route slightly and we headed southwest through a spot called The Four Corners where all at once you are in Colorado, New Mexico, Utah and Arizona. We filled up with gas in Teec Nos Pas, Arizona before heading west on 160, again different terrain, unique rock formations in form and colour. We turned off 160 and headed north on 191 to 163. Now I should mention that as far as the weather goes we had been blessed to this point. Apart from the few hours the morning we left and the little bit around Telluride it had been very good. Well you guessed it, that was about to change. As we rode along highway 191 approaching the junction with hwy 163, I noted how the sky off the left side of the highway was looking particularly, hummm, uninviting. We turned west on 163 and stopped at a high spot in the highway before descending down into the low ground. This gave us a front row seat to approaching storm and it became abundantly clear that it wasn’t going to miss us so on went the rain gear and on we went. It was an interesting experience. Being able to see the storm come from so far off across such open ground was amazing. Now I have seen storms blow in before but I could see this wall of red rain coming toward us only to realize this was the wind pushing a wall of the red coloured soil ahead of the wall of rain…and then the wind came. I personally have never encountered a wind that threw me around like this one did. I suspect that it was a combination of the way the weight on the bike was distributed and the direction and gusty nature of the wind. I pulled over on an area of the highway where they had blasted through some rock to make way for the road and it provided some shelter for a minute. The storm passed quickly and we were off again.

We turned north on hwy 261 and stopped to take off our rain gear. We met two other riders at this spot consulting their map and wondering if they should continue. They decided to forge on and left travelling north. We stowed our rain gear and headed off after them. A short distance later we found them pulled over at the side of the road no doubt contemplating turning around, for in the distance was a sheer rock cliff that gave the appearance that the road we were on ended. Well technically it did, a short time later there was a sign warning of the rather steep, unmaintained gravel road ahead. The other riders turned back, mistake, big mistake, huge.

Moki Dugway - Utah 261. Worth the gravel ride.

Moki Dugway – Utah 261. Worth the gravel ride.

We carried on and this became one of my favorite parts of the trip. We climbed up this aforementioned sheer rock face by a series of switchbacks. Lots of opportunity to pull over and take photos of the Valley of the Gods, spectacular, a word I find myself using a lot on this trip.

Moki Dugway

We eventually connected with highway 95 and turned west.   Unfortunately it is impossible to see everything on any trip and this was one of those moments. As we headed west on 95 we passed by the entrance to Natural Bridges National Monument and kept on riding. Something for the next trip perhaps. It was getting on in the day and dad was running low on gas. Checking my trusty GPS I found that we were between a rock and a hard place as far as gas stations go. We carried on very conservatively trying to make the gas last. As you’ll recall I made a comment at the outset about the limitations of a GPS, thank goodness they can be wrong. As we rounded another high monument revealing another vicious looking thunder storm moving toward us we came upon the most glorious of signs, Hite National Park access to Lake Powell and fuel. We got gassed up and took shelter in the general store as the storm hit. We learned that Lake Powell at this location wasn’t quite the lake it used to be with water levels considerably lower in the past several years.  The once thriving marina was now above the water line, not a highly sought after quality for a marina I imagine.

The storm passed and we were on our way passing briefly through Canyonlands National Recreation Area, another spot for closer inspection on a future trip. We stopped in Hanksville, Utah for the night. Nice private cabin style accommodations at the west end of town on hwy 24.

Day 8, June 27th A nice morning through some open space and then into a canyon which had an oasis sort of feel to it. We stopped at a rest stop and took a little hike and found out some interesting information about this area. Along the cliff walls of the canyon were petroglyphs left by ancient Indian tribes.

 Petroglyphs just outside Capitol Reef National Park

Petroglyphs just outside Capitol Reef National Park

Much later the area was settled by Mormon’s who brought with them advanced irrigation systems that permitted them to grow and sustain fruit trees. Moving on just a short distance further we found the entrance to the Capitol Reef National Park.

Capitol Reef

Capitol Reef – Flood zone.

We decided to take the 20 mile round trip into the park. This was another one of those “it can’t possibly get more beautiful than this” moments. When the paved road ended deep in the park we decided to press on along the dirt road for a short distance. There was a sign at this point that warned about venturing any further under threat of flash floods. The road would definitely become a river when it was raining; today however was bright and sunny as far as we could see and the road was drying. It led into a narrow high walled canyon that was reminiscent of something from an Indiana Jones movie. Not knowing how far this went on we turned around and videotaped the entire ride out on my GoPro helmet camera.

Near Torrey we turned south on hwy 12 which eventually took us through the Dixie National Forrest and a number of changes in elevation. We stopped at a couple scenic lookouts and took an opportunity once again to take some pictures.

Coming out of the Dixie National Forrest into the Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument was incredible. Once again I was astounded by how quickly the geography changes in just the matter of a few kilometers. This area is difficult to describe and really must be experienced.

Grand Staircase Escalante

Grand Staircase Escalante

The same could be said for the Bryce Canyon National Park which was our next stop. We spent an hour or so at Bryce Canyon, hiking around and taking some pictures. I really don’t know how to describe the view from some of the spots we stopped within the park. One regret I learned later from a friend that we could have actually gone down inside all the spires which some have described as “a cave without a ceiling“ or “a forest of stone”. No matter how you choose to describe it you will fall well short of doing it justice.

Bryce Canyon

Bryce Canyon

Leaving the park we headed west on 12 and south on 89 finally coming to rest for the night in Mt. Carmel Junction, a very unique spot indeed with an equally interesting history as a Mormon settlement.

Day 9, June 28th would begin with a trip through yet another of Utah’s magnificent parks, Zion. Quite possibly the most interesting so far and as I would learn later for all the beauty we saw we missed a lot. As highway 9 weaves through Zion it passes through tunnels and a series of switchbacks as you descend to the floor of the park. I would state without hesitation if there was only one spot on our trip that I could go back and spend more time Zion would be that spot. I have spoken to people since our trip that have spent days just camping and hiking around this park and it is easy to see why.



Zion - Near visitors centre

Zion – Near visitors centre

After leaving Zion we connected to Interstate 5 southwest toward Vegas and as the day wore on the temperature started to rise. There were actually a couple of sections of Interstate 5 that were very twisty and scenic. We had been contemplating taking Hwy 169 around Lake Mead and almost didn’t after we were speaking with a couple of guys from Vegas who advised it was OK but the roads were rough. We decided to take it anyway and Hwy 169 was fine and actually quite twisty and fun, oh and hot, incredibly hot as the temperature gauge on dad’s bike peaked at 124 degrees. The small, stick on,  digital gauge I had purchased ceased to function. Despite the huge volume of fluid I had been taking in I was starting to feel dehydrated. I was riding with the helmet visor down because of the heat and it was becoming abundantly clear that at the end of this trip I would be throwing it out as it was developing a rather unpleasant odour. I cannot understate this, stop every hour and drink, lots!


Lake Mead otherwise known as the surface of Mars

Lake Mead otherwise known as the surface of Mars

We got to Hwy 93 and the traffic was backed up past this point back toward Vegas, congested with everyone wanting to go to Hoover Dam.

I asked Nathan if he wanted to see Hoover Dam or find a nice cool hotel, “hotel” was the answer so….we of course went to Hoover Dam. Reflecting back I’m not sure why I gave him the choice, when I knew in my mind, we traveled this far, we were going to see the damn dam.

Hoover Dam - Bypass nearing completion in 2009

Hoover Dam – Bypass nearing completion in 2009

It was worth the 45 minutes it took to get the last couple of miles. I have seen a Discovery Channel documentary on the construction of the dam and it was quite an amazing feat. Very interesting to see the progress of the new bridge being built which was the subject of another Discovery Channel program, “Megabuilders”.

Looking east of the dam down on Lake Mead it is difficult to say but the level of the lake appears to be 40’ or more lower than it has been in the past based on the colour of the rock along the shore line.

We rode into Vegas and stopped for an ice cold pop in an air conditioned Burger King. I wondered if they would let us sleep on the floor in a corner. I promise I won’t take up much space. Maybe not all night would be an unreasonable request but perhaps just until the sun goes down and the temperature returns to a more humane level.

Alas we moved on but a short distance later sought refuge in the Silverton Hotel and Casino for the evening. A couple hours later, once settled in and with a swim and couple of cool beers, balance was restored to the universe. A short reprieve because tomorrow, Death Valley, so early to bed for an early start, in some sort of feeble attempt to beat the heat. Time will tell if it works.


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2009 – Three Generations Pt II

Day 4, June 23rd, we got an early start and stopped not much west of Dodge City at a marker for the Santa Fe Trail. I attempted to take some photos but they could not capture what could be clearly seen with the naked eye, wagon wheel ruts from the 1800’s across the open fields.

West of Dodge City, Kansas near site of Santa Fe Trail

West of Dodge City, Kansas near site of Santa Fe Trail

We continued west to Cimarron where we decided to head north on Hwy 23. We followed 23 north to Scott City. We stopped for gas and I ran into a young man named Mitch who was bicycling from San Francisco to Fort Wayne Indiana with a good friend and he would have to be a good friend to embark on a trip like this (www.crazyguyonabike.com/doc/youonlyliveonce). We took a few minutes to exchange some of our experiences. I wished him a safe trip and then we headed west on Hwy 96. We refueled in Tribute, Kansas where we spoke with a local retired farmer who had spent some time touring in an RV and had been through Ontario when he did a loop of Lake Superior with his wife. Prior to that trip she had not been out of the area around Tribute her entire life. Apparently she wasn’t all that excited about the trip. He joked about having her on a leash until they got far enough away that she couldn’t find her way home so she had to go with him.

We cut north on 285 at Eads, Colorado, then west on 40 at Kit Carson, then west on 94 toward Colorado Springs where we stayed with a cousin of my father.

Hwy 94 to Colorado Springs

Hwy 94 to Colorado Springs

While in Colorado Springs we hiked through the Garden of the Gods, unbelievably beautiful scenery and a foreshadowing of things to come. Lots of pictures and videos but they never truly capture the moment. I enjoy photography and once again striving for the perfect shot I venture off the trail and up the side of a steep incline looking for the perfect angle, the keeper pic., giving no thought to where I was. I reflected on this later that evening when my dad’s cousin talked about how careful they have to be with the family dogs because of the bear and mountain lions they have wandering their neighbourhood. Hum, note to self, remember you’re not in Ontario anymore.

Garden of the Gods. Colorado Springs

Garden of the Gods. Colorado Springs

Day 5, June 24th started with a ride through the Garden of the Gods as we put Colorado Springs behind us and headed southwest on hwy 115 under slightly overcast skies, but no rain. We followed 115 to 67 stopping in Wetmore at a small general store. We had been traveling through what I thought were mountains until I commented about the road and scenery to the women behind the counter and was told it was a nice drive that the locals use mostly to get to the mountains. We continued S/W on 96 from Wetmore and came out of the hills we were in and …wow…so those are mountains, looming in the background west of Silver Cliff. We then turned south on 69 and drove parallel with the mountains through some spectacular scenery.

Silver Cliff Colorado

Silver Cliff Colorado

South of Silver Cliff

South of Silver Cliff

I was using a Panasonic FZ5o bridge camera on this trip. It was capable taking some great quality photos as well as having a great zoom feature and its fully articulating rear display in conjunction with my throttlemeister cruise allowed for a few great shots when there just wsn’t time to pull over every 5 minutes ( you could easily fall into this trap and get nowhere).

South of Silvercliffe

South of Silver Cliff

Up to this point the scenery had been interesting at times but nothing that had really captured Nathan’s interest before now. We were passing by large ranges of buffalo, dozens of them where I got some really great pictures. At Walsenburg we had lunch then turned west on hwy 160. Dramatic changes in geography through this area which Nathan found very interesting. As we travelled west we were south of the mountain range we had just travelled along and passed through some very flat landscape. We passed within about 16 miles of the Great Sand Dunes National Park, (16 miles out of the way to the north) and elected not to check it out but in retrospect we should have. Then a short time later the road climbed up again as we passed over Wolf Pass at 10,550 feet before stopping at the San Juan Motel in Pagosa Springs, Colorado for the night.

Just minutes before Pagosa Springs Colorado.

Just minutes before Pagosa Springs Colorado.

Day 6, June 25th started with a mix of sun and cloud. We decided to continue west on 160 and stop in Durango before heading north on hwy 550, otherwise known as the Million Dollar Highway and we were about to find out why.

The stretch of 550 from Durango to Silverton is spectacular but pales when compared to the trip from Silverton to Ouray. Easy to see why this stretch of road rated an episode on the Discovery Channels ‘Dangerous Drives’, apparently ranked as the 5th most dangerous road in the United States.

Just outside Durango, Colorado. Train to Silverton and Ouray

Just outside Durango, Colorado. Train to Silverton and Ouray

Between Silverton and Ouray on the Million Dollar Highway

Between Silverton and Ouray on the Million Dollar Highway

After lunch in Ouray we continued north and then west on 62 and south on 145 to the cut off to Telluride. Telluride was a must see in my book. A town nestled in a box canyon with a backdrop of gorgeous mountains, a thin high mountain stream and waterfall, not to mention it was the site of the first bank robbery by the outlaw Butch Cassidy.

Telluride. Colorado.

Telluride. Colorado.

It was raining as we rode out of Telluride, I imagined it might have been like this for Butch, minus of course the uncomfortable horse and the pursuing posse but other than that, similar but yet completely different. We took the first left, a road that began rising almost immediately to reveal some incredible scenery. Not long on the road we had to pull over and let three emergency vehicles pass by. Based on the terrain I was seeing, rock wall on one side of the road and guard rail and steep drop offs on the other, I figured that this couldn’t be a good sign. Within about ten minutes traffic slowed as we approached a left hand curve and as we rounded the bend there was debris all over the road and scrapes along the rock wall on the inside of the curve and a short distance away a car on its roof. Everyone was out of it and seemed fine. It could have been a lot worse. This road eventually connected back to 145 and we headed south passing through Rico a once thriving mining community now little more than a shadow of what it once was. As we continued south toward Delores the terrain began to flatten out and the sun came out. We eventually made our way to the Budget Host Inn in Cortez, Colorado. From the motel we could see the mesa’s of Mesa Verde National Park. The sight of the mesa’s was intensified by the black storm clouds and lightening blowing in over top of them, quite an impressive backdrop. That was our first glimpse at what turned out to be a very windy and intense, albeit it short lived, afternoon thunderstorm.

A long day today, on the road at 6:30 and we finally parked the bikes at 4:30; lots of stops and lots of incredible sights.


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2014 New Liskeard Biker Reunion


682 km. An alternative route can be found on the maps page. 

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Very nice route from London with a stop in Millbank at Anna Mae’s for breakfast…..and obviously a piece of pie. I chose to only show the map one way as from here there are several ways back depending on the length of trip. One could launch from here on a bigger journey as I did from here in 2010 when I went to Alaska. A shorter trip back down through Manitoulin Island and the ferry to Tobermory. The least fav would be blasting back on the major highways but if pressed for time that can work too.

This will be my third time attending this event. The first time, I can’t believe was 2006, then again in 2010. We rode up with a group of folks from the London area and on the Sunday when they returned home three of us used this as a launching point for the trip to Alaska.

My dad and I are heading up there Friday morning June 27th. Got the last room at the inn so to speak in Haileybury.  Keep an eye for updates. This has grown into quite the event and should prove to be fun and entertaining.


Copy and paste in the address bar to see more. Interesting how it all got started and now they do a tremendous amount of great work for local charities.

Day 1 – July 27th

Well here we are, morning of as it were. Packed and ready to go the night before.

My philosophy is that if I forgot to pack it at this point I buy it. Don’t sweat it. Another thought when traveling with a group if you agree upon a time to meet for wheels up, be there be early even. Don’t be “the guy” you know the one, “on the way out of town I just have to hit the bank” or ” we need to hit the gas station I just need to fuel up”. Hey wanna get and oil change while you’re at it. Now you may think ” wow John sounds like a fun guy to travel with, lighten up”.   I am but at the beginning of a trip wheels up means go time, the only stop on the plan is breakfast where you swap stories and talk about the trips potential for awesomeness. Not errand running time.

First stop a wonderful little breakfast at a great spot in Millbank just north of Stratford called Anna Mae’s. If you are not familiar with this fine establishment they are best know for their pie’s. I once came here with a friend who had Apple pie for his breakfast instead of bacon and eggs and for desert another kind of Apple pie, way not. It’s all fruit.

I myself start to salivate upon approach. This morning I found myself thinking “oh glory me how happy I’d be if I could fill my pockets with pie”. All be it a bit squishy.

Anna Mae's - Mennonite run restaurant. Wonderful pie!!

Anna Mae’s – Mennonite run restaurant. Wonderful pie!!

Very nice route through Hockley Valley and N/E from there through Angus. You could see evidence of the tornado they had a couple weeks ago.

Then we intersected with the 400 north of Barrie, oh joy. A lot of folks in a rush north. We were traveling along at what I thought was a very reasonable 120 in a 100 zone. Apparently for the dozens of car, trucks and idiots towing boats 140 was the going rate. Towing a boat or other precarious trailer at 140, seriously, I guess its not a problem until you encounter a problem and then its a fatality. They get away with it and confuse that for being a competent driver.

Stopped in Port Severn to hydrate. ATGATT comes at price when it’s 28+ humidex but safety first.

We wandered around Port Severn and watched a boat come through the lock.

Port Severn Lock. Opened 1915

Port Severn Lock. Opened 1915

Onward to Parry Sound arriving at 3:20, 405 km from home. great day of riding.

Dinner on the waterfront on a patio.

I will be posting an alternative route (map page) that incorporates a side trip to see Big Chute. We arrived here early enough to have included this. If you would rather arrive in Parry Sound in good time and relax on the waterfront then stick with the original map on this post.

Day 2 – July 28th

Just north of Parry Sound east on 124. Twisty road with the sun shining is a great start to the day. Encounter a neat little spot part way across 124 but it was early and not open so a pic will have to do.

Dragon Cafe (2)

Connecting with Hwy 11 near Sundridge and then north. Following 11 to almost New Liskeard I opt for turn of on 11b and slow down a bit through Cobalt. We usually stay in Cobalt. There used to be a motel there and in 06′ it was owned by a NHL player. In 2010 it had changed hands and was still okay but this year I learned it was turned into “by the month apt’s”. Needless to say it is not being maintained to quite the same standard.

We opted instead (booking months ago) for a room in pretty little Haileybury at the Leisure Inn. Nice spot and reasonable rates.

Leisure Inn Haileybury (2)

We arrived about 11:20 a little over 700km from London on the route we took.

After we got situated we headed along the lake road route which pops out right by the fair grounds in New Liskeard, rally central.

We wandered the grounds and got immersed in all the activities. Lots to take in. A lot of unique motorcycles. Well worth the trip.

WB Hank Wringers (2)

Washboard Hank and The Wringers

Washboard Hank (2)

Playing the instrument that earned him his nickname

After watching Hank for a bit we made our way around and me keen observation skills locked onto something out of place. A woman on rollerskates standing in the dirt next to the outdoor entertainment venue. I watched where she went and noticed a sign on the door she disappeared through said Roller Derby Girls. Well, gotta check that out. I remember Skinny Minny Miller, tapered hardwood oval track with railings to keep them from flying into the crowd, which routinely happened anyway. This was a bit different, flat concrete oval inside this hall. It was still entertaining and they certainly seemed to be having a great time. Damn that concrete would unforgiving though!

RD Girls (2)

We got around and looked a few of the motorcycles parked throughout the downtown.

bike1 (2)

Back to the out door venue we took in the OPP K9 demonstration. The crowd looked like they were enjoying the show. There were a few the appeared a bit nervous when they brought out the drug sniffing dog.

K9 Demo (2)

After they wrapped up their demo out came “The Nerveless Nocks Trill Show” Motorcycle and acrobatic daredevils. They put on a good show.

Pole 1 (2)Pole 2 (2)

Acro 2 (2)Acro 3 (2)

Acro 1 (2)

We hit a restaurant on 11b just south of Haileybury for dinner and then back to the motel to relax on the balcony to a beer and a cigar. Then a walk down to the shore at sunset. Nice end to the day. To this point in the trip 755 km.

Sunset Haileybury (2)

Day 3 – July 29th

Up, breakfast in the lobby (very nice) and on the road a little after 7. The route, 11 to 400 to 89 to 23 and back to London. 668 km later we arrived home around 4:30. Great riding day, great trip.

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KLR – Backroads

Embarking on the KLR Journey

This is proving to be some of the funnest content. So far it has been a real adventure riding on this bike to places my Honda ST1300 won’t get me or more accurately I won’t take it.

It was in January of this year (2014) that my dad realized that his Kawasaki Vaquero needed a companion in the garage. He decided, after a brief period of deliberation, the bike for this task was a KLR 650 Kawasaki. This would allow him to travel distances in comfort and scoot around the local back roads on something appropriately suited for this type of riding. So bright and early one January morning we headed for Toronto where he had tracked down a lead on one.

The trip along the 401 was exciting, as it can sometimes be, in January with an inch or two of snow on the road and temperatures hovering between wet and skating rink. This point was demonstrated for us in technicolor as we approached Woodstock and the truck decided it wanted to occupy all three eastbound lanes at once.  It was about this same time I had noted in my rear view mirror a tractor trailer and a couple of cars deciding my 75 to 80 km/h in a 100 zone was to conservative for the road conditions and they had some where they urgently needed to be. Strangely, after their front row seat to my recovery from this little adventure they all slowed down and fell in line behind me.

We arrived in Toronto safe and sound at a small shop where the current owner, a self proclaimed motorcycle restorer and fabricator of parts, plied his trade. It was a bit of a sketchy looking operation but the guy seemed OK so we proceed from there to his house where looked at the bike. He trailered it back to his shop and performed…….the sort of tune up and prep one could have predicted from the aforementioned sketchy operation.

Eventually the bike was loaded in my truck and we were on our way. Arriving home safely we placed the KLR in its new nest next to the Vaquero where it would sit and wait for spring, a much longer wait than any of us would have predicted.

Finally the nightmare winter of 2014 ended kicking and screaming. The KLR was taken to a local shop (Wolf WorX) and given a good going over as well as having some high vis LED auxiliary lights added. Conspicuity is key particularly on such a narrow profile motorcycle. Nothing ruins a ride like someone safe inside the confines of a four wheeled tin can not seeing you and pulling across your path. I have yet to fully understand how they don’t see motorcycles, ground s for an immediate and lifetime DL ban in my books but alas I’m not running things. I digress.

Finally it was ready to go. It was late April and daily I received email updates on how many km dad was racking up on the KLR. By the time I got my grimy little fingers on it it was May 4th and he had, in just a few rides, put 500 miles (tac in miles) on the bike.

My First KLR Ride May 4th 2014

I set out in the afternoon for a short ride. Northeast out of London toward Thorndale and north on Valleyview Rd north of Fanshawe lake toward Plover Mills. This is a gravel road and for me that was a rule with this bike, take it where I wouldn’t take my touring bike.

First ride on dad's KLR

First ride on dad’s KLR

Plover Mills

Plover Mills

I zig zag my way toward St Marys. I am not even sure I could retrace the route if asked to but it was all gravel.  Near St Marys I took a dead end gravel road and came upon this golf course in the background.

Who knew

Who knew

I went into St Marys and out the north west end and followed the Thames river a few miles out of town eventually crossing over the Thames and returning toward St. Marys on the west side of the river. It was a great ride. Awesome gravel road.

St Marys

St Marys

Along west side of Thames

Along west side of Thames

I made my way south and west through Prospect Hill, Granton and Arva. Great first ride. About 80 miles or so.


Grand Bend – May 28th 2014

An impromptu ride the RJ.

Grand Bend


Tobermory – May 30th, 2014

This was just a couple weeks ago at the end of May. A Friday to Sunday excursion to Tobermory’s Cypress Lake area.

Excellent weather with 20 to 22 degree days and nice tent sleeping weather at night of around 8 or 10.

Did a couple of really nice hikes. Got 5 stitches in my finger…..typical camping trip really.

More of come on this trip on a tour post…..check back

North of Forty Hills Rd North of Lions Head

North of Forty Hills Rd
North of Lions Head



Cypress Lake  Camping bandits

Cypress Lake
Camping bandits


Grey Rd 10 South of Hepworth, Ont

Grey Rd 10
South of Hepworth, Ont


July 11th, 2014

Lots of gravel roads on this one. North west from London. The areas of Glencoe, Arkona, Thedford, Parhillish.

A few little loops that brought me right back to where I started but totally worth it. In addition a couple dead end “unmaintained in winter” roads that ran off Sylan Rd. were definitely worth investigation.

All said and done about 187km. Nice Ride!


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Mill Rd. Near Delaware


Parkhouse Dr west of Mt. Brydges



Sexton Rd

Sexton Rd

Sexton Rd

Sexton Rd. This is why you stop before crossing!


Elmtree Dr west off Sylvan Rd


West end of Avenue Dr. West of Boothill Rd

River Rd northish from Bog Line. Near Thedford

River Rd northish from Bog Line. Near Thedford

P1010310 P1010306

New Ontario Rd near Ailsa Craig

New Ontario Rd near Ailsa Craig




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2011 – Superior loop

As with most things there are a few good stories to share about this trip.

3526 km