The morning brought gray skies but no rain. About 10 k's up the road from Parksville is the small town of Coombs, famous for goats living on the roof. I had been there years ago when my daughter was just a baby. Apart from the building being more of a tourist attraction, it was much the same.
|Lorne in awe|
Except for a brief shower, the rain not only held off for the rest of the day but also for the rest of our adventure on the Island. Hwy 4 to Port Alberni was okay but the fun started after that and didn't end until Tofino. What a great motorcycle road! We set up camp in Pacific Rim National Park before we took off to Tofino, but Lorne had battery issues and had me push starting his bike. This reminded me of when I couldn't get my bike started in Quebec. I did get that problem resolved with diagnostic help from Lorne but not after spending a bunch of money at the dealer in Kelowna to have them resolve it. As it turns out, it was a simple solution. Replace the worn out on/off started switch.
After a tasty pub lunch and some running around Tofino looking to resolve Lorne's battery problem, we headed back to our campsite. It was a short walk from our spot to the beach. Armed with my camera, the evening was shaping up just perfect for sunset photos.
I had finally completed what I had set out to do, see the sunrise at the furthest point east in Newfoundland, Cape Spear then ride across Canada to catch the sunset on the west coast. Now I know that Tofino isn't the furthest point west. That distinction goes to any point along the Yukon/Alaska border, which I had also been to, but for this ride it was to be from the Atlantic to Pacific oceans.
|Quick snack in Port Alberni|
The next morning we stopped in at Ucluelet (pronounced you-clue-let) for breakfast then headed back to Parksville, south to Chemainus for yet another pub lunch, then off to Port Renfrew along the oh-so-cool Pacific Marine Road. Not much happening in Port Renfrew that time of the year. It's main starting point for hikers doing the West Coast Trail. After a pub dinner (what else!) we crashed at a very expensive motel, of which we were the only ones there. The morning brought good skies for a spirited run south on Hwy 14 to Sooke. We met Kirsty, a family friend, at a pub in Victoria for lunch then off around Victoria on a sightseeing tour.
We called it an early night and stayed at this nice motel in Sydney, close to the Ferry terminal.
|Our trusty rides|