The day after!

Well, I guess fortunately for some, I got the day off but as it would be it soon changed and Len was taking it off as well. While we were sitting having coffee and trying to load the pics, Mountain called and he was some upset about losing the cooler and the gear. Also now a few weeks later I have come to realize that my camera was in the cooler also. Not just a small palm camera but the big two handed type. Well he hadnt slept well and offered to pay our way if we wanted to go up and have a look to see if we could find anything. Would make him feel better if we did and actually found something. Len thought about it for a few and then said what the hell lets go.

So here we are home for all of 8 hours and heading back for the ferry. We decided on taking only one bike to save him some money, but stress my nerves! I am a really shitty passenger now! We headed south and took the Shwartz Bay ferry, seems that was the only one that we hadnt been on over this trip so we better change the scenery and take it, not to mention it was hourly. We hoped the boat to the mainland and with a quick stop at Barnes for Len to grab some new bling, we were off on our way down the freeway to Hope and the top of the Coq. We stopped in Hope and had a quick pit stop and gas up, my nerves on edge the whole way there and not looking forward to heading up the Coq. Its not that I dont trust his abilities but he is a wee bit agressive while riding. Nor does he completely pay attention, playing with the radio or lighting a smoke, damn it keep your hands on the bars, ya got precious cargo here ! LMAO Theres a corner coming up, that guys changing lanes infront of us, I think we are going to fast. Nothing like trying to steer the bike from the back seat!!!! Thankfully he just laughed at me and I didnt really bother him that much. Well up the Coq we head and not far along we come into some corners, well the wind is blowing pretty good here and we are getting buffeted around pretty bad from a truck infront of us. He tries to go around him and the wind was so bad, I felt like it was going to pull me off my seat! The faster he tried to go to get around the truck the worse it was. I just bout broke down quoting, oh fuck, let me walk up the friggin hill. I had a death grip on the back rest and tried to tuck in behind him as much as I could to no avail. When we finally got past him and on the straight away he commented as well how bad it was but I cant blame him for wanting past instead of being stuck behind and getting thrown about.

We got to the top, approaching the toll boths and slowed down so we could scan the ditches for any sign of the cooler. Bright blue should stand out amongst the landscape. We ended up making 2 or 3 passes one exit either side of the toll booths looking in the side ditch as well as the median ditch. Didnt see a damn thing. It was kinda commical though as Lens rear signal lights are small and LEDs you cant really see them in the sun, therefore he typically uses hand signals. Well not really anyway of doing that for a hazzard light or is there.... Well I pretended to be the hazzard lights and had both arms stuck out behind me and kept opening and closing my hands in unison to act as the lights, prolly looked friggin hilarious from behind but it worked. Even though we were riding the shoulder it caused the semis and most cars to change lanes around us. We called Mountain to double check where he thought he saw it come off and it was the right place. Oh well no luck, guess we will head for home.

Well we got moving again and just as we got up to speed, rounded a corner, holy shyte stop!!!!! Theres my boots on the side of the road. Again we hit the shoulder and walked back to grab them. The poor things were pretty beaten up. Looked like one foot had been run over by a semi and had ripped the heel off, mind you it was sitting right beside the boot. We hiked up and down the ditch in this new area and found the lid for the cooler but to no avail we found nothing else. The hats were light enuf that they could have blow anywhere, same with my jacket now as for the now realized camera it shouldnt have gone too far but if it did land on the road and got hit there wouldnt have been any use for it Im sure. Strangest though was that there was absolutely no sign of the cooler in one piece or multiple bits! Maybe it got stuck on the front of a semi and got dragged down the Coq! Well it was still friggin hot up there and we had given up hope of finding anything else so boots in the saddlebags we headed back down.

Tired and thirsty we stopped for gas in Hope and a quick beer, also checking ferry options and which ones we might be able to catch. Well it seemed that there might be a slim chance we could get one from Horseshoe Bay but it would be tight and we werent sure what the distance was from Hope to Horseshoe. So we downed the beer with the intent of looking at the first mileage sign and guesstimating if it was possible, if not guess we would be back on the same 815 ferry to Duke Point. Now remember, me shitty passenger and rush for the ferry. Len takes off out of Hope like a bat outta hell, we were in Chilliwack within 15 minutes and he was only "slightly" over the speed limit. Dont know how the hell I did it but I tucked in and didnt look at a friggin thing, except the speedo once and then crawled back into my hidey hole behind him and held on for dear life. Might have been the watering eyes but think the speedo was around 150, wasnt going to look again. Well approaching Chilliwack we made our judgement call and didnt think we would make Horseshoe Bay so we carried on and cut down to 0 Ave again at Mission towards the Peace arch. Like I said before great detour around the traffic.

We made the ferry but were concerned cause we didnt bring our jackets and we might have a cold ride down island. Thankfully it wasnt too bad and we were home by 11ish. Tired, and a little bummed that we didnt find more. Next time the shyte will go in the RV!!!