This really deserves a whole chapter to itself. Scott appeared as I was parking my bike in the pace I stayed in Vermont. He told me he was in the Marine Corps as a Gunnery Sergeant and was in chage of 44 men after he had returned injured from shrapnel wounds having been in Iraq for 4 years.… More...
10th August continued
The road follows the Ottawa River to … Ottawa. The city is from my narrow first impressions a rather dull poor copy of other cities with a pompous air about it. Flags hang from lamp posts commemorating the English past – all designed to differentiate the place from the Francophonies across the river.… More...
A sound nights sleep, washed some clothes and Sue marched out to my tent in her pyjamas with a lovely breakfast. So many people have been good to me on this trip, this was totally unexpected, I wish both Eppo and Sue good luck, they are really working hard to get the site cottages finished before the winter sets in and their visas run out.… More...
Another day of travel, not really worth talking about except for how I ended up by the Ottawa river tonight. I passed through many towns with no idea where I was to stay.
Looking to find somewhere along the trans Canada Highway (route 17) – I came across a national park and the pretty blonde lady ranger said I could stay but the catch was I had to drive 40 Km of dirt road to get there.… More...
I was going to let today pass without comment. Tonight munched my way through a packet of Doritos and tomato dipping sauce washed down with orange juice mixed with the remains of the Southern Comfort. Yes, I have become a tramp.… More...
4th August
Strange days, these. I spent a second night at Knife River Campsite 25 miles along Highway 61, actually on the scenic road that runs in parallel, right on the shores of Lake Superior. The site is run by Randy and his wife, as mentioned in a previous entry.… More...
“Duluth is where he learned to tie his shoes. Hibbing is where he learned to play the blues.”
Hibbing High School where Bob went
Lunch at Zimmys where they shamelessly exploit the genius of Dylan but was a nice lunch and good that I met two nice ladies drinking Mageritas and they told me where Bob lived.… More...
5th August
Set off from Mitchell 70 miles west of Sioux Falls on the I 90 – breakfasted on remains of last nights pizza and said goodbye to the group of intrepid bikers preparing for their final 300 mile run to Sturgis.… More...
Three days have past since the last scribble…
Wednesday 1st August
First of all I am grateful to Tim and all at Red Line Motorcycles for getting the set of tyres and fitting them. Thanks also to the lady at Red Line who lent me a scooter for the day so that I was free to do some sightseeing and get lunch.… More...
Morning…Sorted out some field recordings – tedious.
then lunch…
Pastie uptown and a beer in Bar 13 – Many fights broke out late on Saturday, I was told one was at this establishment. I was tucked up safely in bed.
The owner is a English lady, said it was her pension fund.… More...
