Sightseeing in Stewart, BC waiting for the sun to shine and the new AC charger to arrive.
Odometer: 3,276 – 3,276 miles
Climb: 0 ft. — Descend: 0 ft.
50-65° F : Cloudy and Rainy. No way to solar charge.
Note: All charging and range data after the World Record Day will be published in Excel format at a later date.
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Stewart is pretty small. It doesn’t take but an hour or two to walk around and through the entire town.
But why would you want to bother walking around here when you could just sit back and let someone else do it for you?
Strange question, I know, but here’s why I asked.
It was raining pretty hard when I got out of the hammock this morning.
I figured I’d go get some hot coffee and breakfast and then return to do some reading and catch a nap or two, so I didn’t even bother taking off my PJs: I just pulled my pants over the top, grabbed my umbrella, dawned yesterday’s socks and shoes and stepped out into the rain.
A half-mile later at the King Edward Hotel restaurant I was finally dry and sipping a hot cup of Joe.
I was also reading a very good book while charging my phone. (Receptacles at EVERY side table! Way to go King Edward!)
The book got me thinking and reflecting on my current circumstances, as all good books should, yet every now and then I would find my focus shifting to the various conversations taking place at the tables around me.
Three motorcyclists from Mexico at the table nearest me caught my particular attention as they were discussing whether or not to ride up to Salmon Glacier in the rain.
Just then an oriental man from Los Angeles turned toward the bikers and proceeded to tell them that the road to the glacier was bad, the views not that great, and that there were a lot of other places on their planned route that were much better to see.
After his wife took out their phones and began showing the bikers what they would see if they, in fact, did ride up to the glacier (which they both considered a waste of time), I began to consider what was happening.
The bikers began to ask the Los Angelinos all the “wrong” questions: “What was it like? What did you see? What did you think about…?” And the list goes on.
What’s more, the bikers also never asked the “right” questions: “How far is it to the glacier? How do you get there? Are there any services along the way?”
These latter questions are important and sometimes very necessary to get you to a destination and back. But the first set of questions are meaningful ONLY TO THE PERSON WHO BOTHERS TO TAKE THE TRIP.
By the the time the bikers had finished their breakfast and their conversation with their new “friends” from Los Angeles, they were convinced by looking at someone else’s photos and hearing someone else’s trip narrative that it would be a waste of their time and effort to use two hours of their day to visit the fifth largest Glacier in Canada and the only Glacier in the world that you can actually drive to.
They had already bothered a great deal to ride their motorcycles to Canada and Alaska from so far south as Mexico, I wondered why they so easily let someone from a big, stinky city in a different country tell them what to do with their time and with their vacation.
Perhaps if the bikers had only considered asking the “right” questions instead of the “wrong” ones.
Perhaps if they had begun their day reading a good book and reflecting on what sort of lives they were living rather than asking two strangers how they were living theirs.
If they had, perhaps they would already be up at the Summit seeing the sun shine rather than speeding 60 mph down the highway getting soaked.
Ah! A picture surely IS worth a thousand words!
Be very careful who you share the images of your life with as they may be easily inclined to view those pictures as their life, too.
Hopefully the clouds will clear up over the next two days so that I can get a full solar charge and attempt to make it to the Summit of Salmon Glacier to view it for myself (and snap a few picts as well).
Perchance I’ll see a few bears or maybe even get a little wet or muddy along the way.
For me, that’s not a bother at all…
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