Away from Trail and Allen needs some injector oil for the Buffalo so we hit a Canadian Tire store where they finally had his brand. We had been searching unsuccessfully for this oil since waaayyy back in Kamloops but this is the first place we found it......and in the nick of time, too.....so Allan was now all smiles again. Now all we had to do was to find the bike salvage yard in the village of Fruitvale that Allan had spied last year.....when we didn’t have time to stop. We looked in vain for the yard this trip, so the rumours we’d heard about its demise must be true.
Off toward Salmo and the Salmo-Creston Pass where last year’s ride included an unscheduled stop for a single vehicle car accident that we arrived at long before the police and ambulance. Yours truly had done duty as a traffic cop until the real police arrived.
This time, though, there was nothing exciting happening and very little traffic which is always nice because this road, although scenic, is quite boring. We cruise on into Creston with some nice temps to greet us after the coolness of the Salmo-Creston Pass (1774 metres ASL or 5800+ feet) and get fuelled up once more. We’re starting to have some fairly solid high overcast now and this tells me we’re getting closer to “sunny” Alberta.


Away from Creston we head for Cranbrook, the next major town on the route. The cloud increases in thickness and it’s getting gloomier and gloomier and cooler and cooler.....but it’s not raining so I can live with that. This is very unusual weather for this part of BC which is usually smokin’ hot at this time of the year with temps in the +30 to +35 degree Celsius range (85-95 deg F). We gas in Cranbrook and head off down the road to Fernie, figuring on finding a place to bunk there for the night. The sky gets more and more ominous the further east we head......and we pick up a few sprinkles of rain heading into Fernie....but nothing serious enough for us to suit up with rain gear, thank Heaven.
No place to pitch our tents in Fernie because it’s the weekend and the locals have tied up all the sites at the provincial park just outside of town. Oh well, on to Sparwood and we’ll watch for any ditch camping sites along the way.......if we have to go to that extreme.

Fortunately Sparwood has a community campground with lots of room, although it is fairly close to the highway...and the railway track.....but beggars can’t be choosers. We get set up and go for dinner across the highway.
Before we hit the sack, Allan quizzes the teenage kid running the campground office about what life is like in a small town in the middle of nowhere, what his social life is like, school life, etc etc. It always amazes me what people will tell a total stranger who takes the time to ask !!!

After Allan's little "Q & A" session, we call it a night with some on and off showers which are predicted to stop by morning....hopefully.