After a quick breakfast at the Holiday Inn, Greg and I rode off on Highway 3. We stopped at the Frank Landslide Disaster Interpretation Centre in the Crowsnest Pass. The Frank Slide was the deadliest Canadian rockslides that buried part of the town of Frank on April 29, 1903 killing between 70 and 90 of the town's residents. Over 82 million tonnes of limestone slid down Turner Mountain.
The scenery along the Crowsnest Highway which winds its way between ridges in the Rockies is amazing and has enough curves to keep it interesting for motorcyclists.
I took this picture of the Welcome to British Columbia shortly after having nearly run Greg off the road as I pulled onto the shoulder of the highway.
I'm sure that as he waited for me to take the picture he was thinking, who the heck does this crazy BMW rider think he is!
We stopped for lunch at the Lunch Box restaurant on the main street of Fernie, a town that most would know as a premier ski destination in the BC interior.
The rest of the ride to Creston, where we are staying tonight was one of the nicest I've had in a long time. Having a riding companion has been great and we've each alternated between being the leader and the follower during the day's ride. The lady at the desk of the Creston Valley Hotel gave each of us a plastic coaster (actually a large disk) to put under our motorcycle's side stand to prevent them from sinking into the softening asphalt as a result of the 35 degree heat.
As we walked back to our room after an excellent cod teriyaki dinner, which came after a good pint of Kokanee at another establishment, I took the following pictures of old grain elevators in the town.
And finally here a sign in the restaurant's washroom that I found amusing.
But I can wash my own hands; and if I need some help in doing so it's surely not all the staff. Which isn't to say that I have unusually small hands, or fingers for that matter.
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