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Since I didn't get nudged for a ride Friday,I went for a ride anyway. Sluggish start, leaving around 11:00 and it was quite cool out there for such a beautiful day. The cellphone shots here won't do much justice for the days events.
First stop, Kitsumkalum Lake on the Nisga'a Hwy.
Turnoff view from Big Cedar FSR.
The sign says deactivated and another indicates Road Closed at 30 Km. From recent experiences I have learned to not to believe these signs.
First time in years I had bothered to enter some way points manually into my Econo GPS and see how it works. No cable or software for it, so I kept things to a minimum with hopes of just making the right turns and reaching the final destination. Notice the Econo non-Ram assembly.
Turns out the GPS really wasn't needed, the FSR was self explanatory and easy going. It did give some comfort knowing that I was saving time by not meandering the wrong way, and did ponder up thoughts of actually splurging for something more modern and easier to use.
Some scenics.
Nice easy FSR to this point.
Then I spotted my first bear, she was healthy and large. We had a little stand-off where I would inch and so would she, this scenario played along a few times more or less. I was trying to get positioned for a good photo op, relentlessly I bailed on withdrawing the Pixel Pistol and lost the moment.
Carrying on, the road gets a little more rocky with some Private Mineral claims. There is one to the left here and already passed some pallets pre-loaded with some rock. Looks like shale to me, but rocks in my head are all I know.
Looking the other way, the mountain on my right is my goal.
The ride gets rockier through this so called mineral find, then I find my own White Gold!
33Km in and too much snow, and snow is flaking down, appears the 30Km closure was repaired as were many other sections leading up to it. Scenery was amazing, the road easy and many decent spurs to tackle.
Once last look at failure.
On return I met up with my friend the bear in exactly the same spot as before. No duel, she went to hide and I managed to run into at least five of her friends.
I left Big Cedar and contemplated the Little version as I had looked at the route prior to the trip. The Rosswood area is spectactular and needs further attention. The thought now was to get more fuel, perhaps premature but New Aiyansh it was. From there I'll decide which way to go. Passed a few brethren on Streeters heading home, oddly enough I knew them.
New Aiyansh, fuel for both!
A local I had passed pulled in, a little banter. He was quite interested in my agenda, he had the luxury of having endured a famous dismount as a result of a Tin Canner on a cellphone, thus bringing him back to the home country. Friendly dude, as were all the locals.
Fueled up and ready to go. The Cranberry was pondered, but that meant the drone of 37 to Kitwanga, Again! I had pre-scouted an FSR on the way to Gingolx, it wasn't on the Econo GPS, however I felt the rocks had it under control. Having never been that way before it was decided that a quick peruse of the area was warranted. Nothing but eye candy all the way, yet I hadn't even hit Greenville yet and Gingolx time wise was not going to happen.
I overshot my travel path and U'ied back to Ginuluk Road (FSR). All I could think of was this was a road for Kitimat KLR, potholes everywhere, often ones that wanted to make a meal of you.
The first thing that caught my attention was the sign that I failed to document. Beautifully adorned with First Nations artistry warning me of imminent Danger ahead. In disbelief I surged forward. The first stop being next to the Nass River, it looked rocky and needed some viewing.
To my surprise a little head pokes out of the river and shows me some whiskers,
perplexed I panic to get my better than normal positioned Pixel apparatus out to document the seal but alas it submerges. I carry on with some Business and get the Pixelator ready. Not close but I did get proof.
She's there if you look hard enough!
Scooting along and watching the river bank, I spotted another Bear looking for trinkets. The camera failed miserably as did the video I took of her, but the not so little Blackie is there.
That was a treat, even though time was running against my plans I opted to push on. Dodging potholes became monotonous after a while, but I kept seeing fairly fresh tire tracks, so I kept the pursuit going. Finally I found the culprit, a semi-retired Jerry was leaning off a large boulder tossing rope into the Ishkheenickh River in hopes of obtaining some dinner. I stopped, he waved and I waved back and carried on to find the end of my semi-planned escapade. Up the mountain via many a washout got me here.
Across.
And below.
Time decided for me that this was the end of my journey. Jerry was back in his van that he was meandering about in, so politely I stopped to ascertain if all was well. He insisted on offering me a hot chocolate which I couldn't refuse. We bantered and he told me some stories and such, and offered that his son and friend would be joining him soon. I thought here in the middle of nowhere! He failed to mention a wife and I didn't ask, yet he managed to mention that he felt safer here than in any city and he certainly knew the Northwest. He kept motioning for a seat in his van, courteously of course and I kept reminding him of all the A** time I've already endured. The locale was pristine, and a night over would have been merited, had there been cellphone reception I could have called Wifi and made it so. The Missus is good that way, however noble the notion I thought better of it and parted ways.
The ride home was gorgeously scenic, often met with friendly gestures from unknown Tin-Canners. A sprinkle here and there, and some unknown other Dualsporters' draped over a KLR and a DRZ heading for an evening jaunt.
On arrival at home base, a Coolie was downed in appreciation for the Pig and the days adventure. Reflecting on the journey I couldn't help but notice the Siphon hose I had purchased for 2T as a house warming present.