Breakfast at Shepherd's Inn

Day 16 Fort St. John to Pink Mountain. Distance 92 miles. My distance 83 mi, My total distance 1106 miles.

We did a special Saturday-morning treat. We rode 21 miles north on the Alaska Hwy to the very cozy Shepherd's Inn for breakfast. Don't we all look hungry? And happy?

Once we departed (btw, most of the RVs were gone before we left at 7:40), the landscape became wooded with rolling hills and virtually NOTHING commercial at all. Just the highway cut through wilderness. Here we are as we rode toward breakfast:

It was a welcome oasis to finally reach the Shepherd's Inn that was featured in our tour book. It's a wayside stop for travelers with a restaurant for locals and visitors like us. We arrived ready for food!

The owners and regulars were in there eating too, and all welcomed us and we had a warm conversation about our adventure. As we went in, Bob discovered cookie monsters for sale, and sure enough he bought two sets (four huge cookies in all).

I was the first driver of the day, but did ride with the guys to this breakfast, and I'm so glad I did. I then scurried back the 21 miles to get the RV, which was fun for me to do a ride as fast as I could. The others stayed at the Inn another 25 minutes, then proceeded north. I caught them just before the 51-mi lunch stop.

Bob rode 10 miles beyond the lunch stop before turning back to get the RV, and here we are trekking northward. Pretty straight road ahead, huh? Actually, the day had many rolling hills and was a completely wooded landscape. It reminded me of when we did the Blue Ridge Mountain Parkway ride in 2008.

After his dad turned and rode back to the RV, Derek continued on about 10 miles until he reached his milestone mileage for the month of June - 1500 miles! As soon as he reached it, he stopped and waited for Dad to pick him up! Pretty funny.

So Bert, Rick and I continued to Pink Mountain, our campground for the night, and here's a shot of them cruising down the highway. Notice again the hilly, wooded scenery we had all day. Yes, the Army in 1942 just plowed right through wilderness to build their highway.

Tomorrow is our 142-mile day. We haven't yet decided exactly how we're going to split up the driving chores and who will take breaks in the motorhome. You'll find out tomorrow night, maybe after we see Canada Day fireworks (we're hoping!). To my Canadian friends, Happy Canada Day!