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Mechanical noises

October 13th, 2011

Mechanical noises from Ken Roberts on Vimeo.

Brief stop on the highway, the usual tranquility disturbed by mechanical noises from nearby woods. Ken contemplates what the source might be….

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Hungry cyclist

October 13th, 2011

Special today. Two eggs anyhow, hash browns, choice of bacon, ham or sausage. Toast. White or brown. Quickly adding she thought they might of brown. Orange juice. Came with coffee. Saved you one seventy, explained the waitress. I’d go for it. Scrambled eggs. And oatmeal she asked? I hesitated then said "Yes". Short pause. "Let’s call it brunch". She hurried off with the order. "Hungry cyclist" I heard from out back.

I’d stopped at a small diner at Kitwanga’s only gas station. Passed it the previous night as I’d hunted for somewhere to stop before the light went. I’d been hungry then, tantalising aromas hard to resist, but I’d needed to press on. Promising myself I’d return in the morning.

Oatmeal arrived first. Jug of milk and a generous pot of brown sugar. I tipped the sugar into the steaming bowl, quickly stirring the large granular heap into the soft porridge. Thick, dark swirls. Too hot yet to eat, but then the main course arrived. Decided to devour that first whilst the toast was still crisp.

A few old-timers in a couple of the other booths. I’d taken one by the window so I could watch over my trusty steed. If I’d an idea what a diner should look and feel like, then this was it. The details were right. High backed padded benches. The clientele. Waitress popping by occasionally to top up the coffee from a large glass jug. Friendly but no-nonsense. And my favourite question. How’d you like your eggs? I really wasn’t sure what all the options were. I’d seen the films. Sunny side up. But I normally plumped for scrambled. Safe.

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Kitwanga was a First Nation settlement, a few native arts and crafts shops, or at least there used to be. Now closed. Just the gas station and diner. Kept on the map by the Stewart-Hyder Highway that ran back north to Alaska and Route 16 east/west. Intersecting in the village. Little else to do here.

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In the office

October 13th, 2011

In the office from Ken Roberts on Vimeo.

A brief glimpse into Ken’s world of blogging…. In a trailer – caravan – in Kitwanga, British Columbia

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Late in the day

October 12th, 2011

Late in the day from Ken Roberts on Vimeo.

Ken stops for a short break towards the end of a cold, wet and miserable day. Still following the Skeena river, as he’s done for over a hundred miles.

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Living up to its name

October 12th, 2011

The Skeena river wasn’t one to disappoint. For, continuing my journey along its banks inland beyond the town of Terrace towards the small settlement of Kitwanga, it was truly the river of mists. Cold, wet and miserable day.

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Just a decent, nourishing packed lunch and a flask of hot coffee to keep morale up. Both carefully eked out to sustain myself over the six five miles or so along the highway.

There’d been interludes. A few walkers on the far bank. Wondering how they had crossed, for I’d not seen a bridge for ages. A train. Much shorter than the earlier ones. A large bird on the far bank. A bald eagle perhaps. But otherwise, pushing along the highway, trying my best to settle into a rhythm as the traffic flew past, fine spray coating my glasses.

Whilst my general direct was east towards the large regional centre of Prince George, I’d mountains to negotiate, necessitating a day running north east, before heading south east for a few days.

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Evening mists

October 12th, 2011

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Wispy clouds about the Skeena river, between Terrace and Kitwanga in Canada’s British Columbia Province. Early evening.

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Not so jovial

October 12th, 2011

Not so jovial from Ken Roberts on Vimeo.

It’s not always Swallows and Amazons on the road, explains Ken. A particularly wet, cold and miserable day. Just a decent packed lunch and a flask of coffee, carefully eked out, to bolster ebbing morale.

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