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Hello Beaverdell, Goodbye Weeble-Wobble

Written on: Monday July 21st, 2008

A journal entry from: Fishes and Bicycles

After leaving McCulloch Lake, we had an imperceptible descent into the small town of Beaverdell. We arrived at Zack's Campground and were greeted by well-tattooed locals on ATVs who gave us each a cold beer. After some interesting conversation regarding today's logging industry and its effects on small town BC, we had a good sleep next to a bubbling creek.

The next morning, we got the earliest start of the trip so far in an effort to beat the heat. However, my trailer's weeble wobble (aka fishtailing, shimming-and-shaking action) was the worst it's ever been. So, we stopped at the general store to try to fix it once and for all. When Adam rode my trailer and I saw how significant it was, I was shocked (and proud that I'd make it so far with such a handicap). We unloaded the trailer, bought some crazy glue and were about to jerry-rig some repairs when ? as often happens in life ? an amazing turn of events unfolded.

A fellow touring cyclist pulled up, curious and keen to help. Robert is a structural engineer. He assured us that the bend in my trailer was not meant to be there and it was, in fact, causing the weeble wobble. About that time, I looked across the street in despair and saw that ? here, in the middle of nowhere - directly across the street was a welding shop. So, that morning, we hung out with Robert the structural engineer, Don the steel welder and Vic the aluminum welder while Don repaired my trailer. Don and Robert had a particularly good time troubleshooting solutions and talking about the strengths of various metals.

At noon, we (minus my weeble wobble) hit the trail to experience the most relaxing, enjoyable day yet of the trip. It was scorching hot (36 degrees C/ 104 F), but the trail followed the Kettle River closely and we hopped in frequently, only to dry off a few clicks (kilometers) down the road and dip in all over again.

We siesta-ed mid-day at Cyclist's Rest with Paul and his dog Stubby. Paul is 85 years old. He's built a replica train caboose (for show and to be used as accommodations) and a covered patio with benches for cyclists to rest. Upon arrival, you ring a triangular bell, like you're calling the cows home. He can't hear the bell, but Stubby can and he can hear Stubby. They then hop on an ATV and come to meet you with ice cold water. He's a talkative fellow and does all of this for FREE...and for conversation. He's had 319 visitors this year but is disappointed at the turnout. Before the Kelowna fires of 2003, he had 1700 visitors a year.

After leaving Paul, we headed on to Rock Creek and ended the day with a delicious meal on the deck of a pub overlooking the river. Ice cold quality beers (Big Rock Traditional Ale) and $10 camping on the river were icing on the cake. It was fantastic!



From dad on Jul 23rd, 2008

great journal enteries, I am so glad you fixed the trailer and that it is making such a difference. See you at Christina lake, apparently the provincial campsite is very busy but my experience is they always make room for cyclists