Zumo Gets Lost
Golden BC Friday morning was a
balmy 25 above. Mary’s Motel is my new headquarters when in Golden. Reasonable
rates, nice enough rooms, good internet connection, and right in town so you
can walk around the downtown. The local café Big Bend served up some great breakfast. Trones ordered up some Corned Beef hash that was defiantly not the caned Dinty More variety. Sautéed veggies chunks of meat and chicken eggs on the side. I ordered up the special scramble with ham, brown bread included, and was not disappointed.
When we got around to getting on the road I programed
Zumo my trickster gps of the raven clan to the hamlet of Cranbrook. She threw
up a fit and led us on a parking lot tour of Golden. We finally pulled out the
maps and found highway 93 south, which was the same highway I rode into Golden
northbound in 2009.
The road is more fun on two wheels
but delightful on a February morning in our carriage. Radium Hot Springs advertises
ESPRESSO this is a must stop! The coffee
was ok but not up to my standards. Had I not been desperate for espresso I
would have splained to the girl that you NEVER NEVER pull a shot directly from
the machine into the cup. And you NEVER NEVER NEVER pull a shot into a dry cup.
Amateurs…
Highway 95 all the way to Cranbrook. A bustling
berg that even has a Harley-Davidson dealer. Food and gas stop, and Zumo set
for our destination in Spokane Washington.
Highway 95 all the way to
Kingsgate our border crossing for the day.
This border doesn’t have the huge
yellow scanners for trucks that other crossings have had. They have a boom
truck with a scanner that they have to go out to operate as the trucks roll
slowly through. We get our passports checked then we have to pull around the corner and wait for the Agricultural border officer. We are getting shook down at the border. She finally comes out and splains that we do not have enough weapons to enter amerika. We don’t know what to do. Will we have to spend eternity in Canada, a un armed country, trying to figure out the lower end of the Celsius scale. No we are in luck. She leads us to a huge warehouse full of weapons that the Canadians have confiscated from north bound amerikans.
I select a pair of chrome pearl handle 45. Trones goes for the Glocks with 50 bullet magazines. Armed to the teeth, we head into Idaho shooting signs as we go. I see a bald eagle pearched on a power pole, and fire a shot off. I hit the pothead instead. Bet the power is still out at Kingsgate…
South of the border Zumo is
telling us to turn on highway2. I check the map, and this looks like the best
way to go. So we do. Cruzing south west on highway 2 Zumo is lost. Turn right. Turn
left. Turn right. On and on. We are relying on Zumo
to take us to a house on 10 avenue in Spokane, and she is totally lost…Big city
here we come. .
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