SHOCKED AND INSPIRED AND CROSSING THE BORDER

It’s 4 p.m. when I arrive at the (closed) campground in Yahk. Yahk, as I was told, is a village of about 40 people scattered over three gasstations, two closed hotels, two closed privately owned campgrounds and a few houses. As I’m pitching my tent the rain sets in, it’d been foggy all day. Quickly I toss my panniers into the tent and dive in there myself. Through the open ‘door’ I cook my dinner of lentils with lots of garlic and olive oil and as the sun sets at 5 p.m. I’m eating my lentils while reading ‘the Kiterunner’ by the shine of my headlight.
Where would I be without books? (and a headlight..) I read till I fall asleep.
The next morning I wake up to the sound of raindrops on my tent. It’s raining still. Still, I know that because as I woke up several times during the night I heard the rain falling down nonstop. The pot that I placed outside the tent collected about 3cm of rainwater. From inside my tent I cook porridge and I take down my camp in the rain and get on my bike to head to the United States border.

A last video in Canada.

Alles is gesloten in het zuiden van British Columbia. Einde seizoen.
Everything is closed in southern BC. End of the season.

WILL THEY LET ME IN?

The rules on entering the U.S.A. under the ‘Visa Waiver Program‘ are vague, to say the least, and the embassy just point you to their online articles explaining those vague rules in an inconceivable way.
The German cyclist Holger told me that they gave him a hard time at the border, asking tons of questions and also Shaun, who flew to (American state) Hawaii this week didn’t make a smooth crossing.
As I see the border crossing appear I put on my most innocent, friendly and obedient (wet) look. I answer all the guards questions short and clear, omitting my usual smart-ass answers like ‘I-live-where-I-bike’ and ‘I-have-no-clue-how-long-I’ll-be-staying’.
The guard tells me proudly that he walked the Nijmeegse 4 Days Marches carrying a +10kg backpack. He gladly provides me with another stamp, good for 90 days in the States and tells his colleagues and everyone else around that I’m cycling to Argentina.
HOORAY for this cool border guard.
WELCOME TO THE UNITED STATES!
(and now quickly towards Mexico before they put up that wall..)

Back to Banff. In my last blog I wrote about the first few days at the Banff Mountain Film and Book Festival. In the days that followed I saw dozens of films and got to meet some participants of the ‘Adventure Filmmaking Workshop’. They were given the assignment to make a 2 minute video in one day time. One of the foursomes decided to make it about me. We shot at several locations around Banff and the next day all the videos were presented and judged and some of them (ours included) were shown on the big screen on Saturday during one of the full day film screenings. As soon as it’s online, I will post a link to it.

As was predicted, the festival became more fun, busy and inspiring as the week went on. The wrap party for volunteers, staff and filmmakers was a great way to end the weak and unwind after 9 epic and intens days. After the festival I had to tear myself loose from Banff to get back on my bicycle and resume my solitaire life on the road.

Banff. Op de heuvel zie je het Banff centre for arts and creativity liggen waar het festival plaatsvond.
Banff. On the hillside you can see the Banff centre for arts and creativity where the festival took place.
De vallei waardoor de weg loopt richting Jasper en Radium Hotsprings.
The valley and the road leasing to Jasper and Radium Hotsprings.
De hoofdstraat van Banff bij vertrek.
The mainstream of Banff as I leave.

Wait a minute… let’s zoom in.
The night before I left Banff I am out for Mexican food with some new friends in favourite restaurant Magpie & Stump. It’s the evening of the presidential elections. Over the last few months I’ve heard so much about it, both in Alaska and Canada. Just once I shared the table with ‘Trump-voters’, an older couple that took me for dinner in Dawson city.
I’m hopeful. I know little of politics and usually have (too) little interest in it, but somehow Trumps disgusting charisma even found it’s way to me. It cannot imagine that he’d become the new president of the United States. Later that evening, at ‘home’, I see how the statistic run up, Trump is ahead. I don’t want to know the outcome and decide to go to bed and when I wake up in night I don’t dare to look at my phone to see the final outcome. In the morning it turns out the impossible became truth, Trump will be the leader of the most powerful country of the world.

Somehow I hope that it’ll all turn out ‘not so bad’. That Trump actually is a genius who chose to appear as a monster as a necessary evil to get elected. That he’ll unzip that costume now and will come out a great leader with briljant daring plans to make this world more beautiful, healthy and safe. That he’ll teach everyone who voted for him a lesson and open their eyes to what this world really needs; to build bridges instead of walls.

Before I get on my bike that day I’m going for coffee with (Banff volunteer) Luke. Sharing our worries, shock, thoughts and surprise about this outcome before I get on my bicycle again, alone with my thought… heading to the USA.

Op de hoofdweg Banff achter me latend.
Leaving Banff behind. Heading out on the highway.
Kootenai National park
Kootenai National park
De continental divide
The continental divide
Aan de overzijde van de rivier is het bos afgebrand.
There’s been a forest fire on the other side of the river.
De wolken hangen laag in Kootenai National Park
Clouds are low in Kootenai National Park on the pass

Despite the shift from sunny to rainy weather, the shift from Filmfestival to cycling went pretty well. Very inspired, motivated and with some new ideas to play with a biked into Kootenai National Park, crossing two passes on the way to Radium Hotsprings. The entrance to the closed campground was right next to the Visitor Centre and seen my recent encounter with the Park warden I didn’t want to take the risk to get busted again camping on a closed National Park campground. So I biked into town and soon, rolled on to a golf court about double the size of the town. Endless stretches of beautiful grass, something you don’t often find here. ‘Water, water, everywhere, nor any drop to drink.’ Despite the big horn sheep who were happily munching on the fresh grass, I didn’t feel like this was a good place to spend an undisturbed night of camping. When I asked a woman who was walking her dog if she knew of a place to pitch my tent, she invited me to pitch in behind her house… or… I might as well spend the night inside. And join for dinner. Not much later we were driving back up to the actual Radium Hotsprings for a nice bath in the cold evening air and nice hot water.
The next morning I said goodbyes with some big hugs to Cheryl and Brian, two Canadians with hearts of gold.

I’d left the mountains behind me and over rolling hills I continued my way south, towards ‘the land of Trump’.

Big horn sheep op de golf velden bij  Radium Hotsprings
Big horn sheep on the golf course at Radium Hotsprings
Brian en Cheryl, de Canadese engelen.
Brian en Cheryl, thee Canadian angels.
De goudgele naalden van de Lariksen kleuren het fietspad
The yellow needles of the Lark color the bike path golden.
Totaal andere natuur nu de Rocky Mountains links van me liggen.
Totally different nature now the Rockies are behind me.
Een oude treinroute is tot fietspad gemaakt.
Rails2trails. An old railroad made into a bike path.

‘WELCOME TO THE UNITED STATES’ it says nowhere on a sign. Too bad, cause it would’ve been a great photo moment where I couldn’t photoshopped an angry Trump into the picture.

As I leave the border crossing I feel butterflies in my stomach, as always when I ride into a new country. In some ways Alaska is part of the USA to me, but in other ways it’s not.

I’m excited to explore this country, to see with my own eyes where it all originated; Coca cola, Nike, Michael Jackson, Santa Clause, action movies, Martin Luther King, Apple, Friends, New York, Sex & the City, the North Face, the Ku Klux Klan, Broadway musicals, Disney… and so on.
All these things that through television, commerce, school and society found their way to me. Sometimes it seems like everything originates in the USA, except bicycles! The Americans admire my Santos bicycle, the Rohloff hub, the belt drive (even though that one is from ‘their’ Colorado), the Ortlieb bags, the butterfly shaped handlebar, the ringlock. So not the bikes, but all the other things that we grow up with in the Netherlands wether, as parent, you want it or not. I want to bring them back to were they sprouted, to ‘see them home’ and then decide what I’ll take with me and what I’ll leave behind.

My route here starts by going west, towards Seattle, Portland and the coast.
The frequently praised ‘beautiful coast of much rain’, that’s what it seems to me now.
But first a week of going west, through the rolling hills and over flats and then crossing the Cascades to Seattle.
I’m excited!

2 thoughts on “SHOCKED AND INSPIRED AND CROSSING THE BORDER”

  1. Tyne Bonebakker

    Dear Hera
    Your blog entries are written in such beautiful english. Where on earth did you pick that up. You either have a fantastic “talenknobbel” or a good editor. Joanne and I are following your trip with great interest. You have entered solid ‘Trump” land and that includes the semi desert of the rolling treeless Palouse region of Eastern Washington State. You will find lots of US angels there and they are no different from Brian and Cheryl, except that they voted for Trump. Beautiful people nonetheless, who have interesting stories to tell. Now that you are out of the wilderness, you may have more opportunities to spend time with these wonderful people. It won’t last long. As soon as you cross the Cascade Mountains and perhaps visited the Mt St.Helens vulcano, which exploded in May 1980, you will find yourself back in Clintonland, all way the down the Pacific Coast. Have a good trip.

  2. Happily read your blog the first day I received it. System, probably on my end, would not let me leave a comment. LOVED it all, photos, text and all your insights on happenings in your travels! Especially enjoyed your comments on our soon to be President…. so true and I’ll be praying, along with a percentage over the majority of USA voters, that your ending is the way it plays out!
    Snoqualmie Pass – you should be over it – is a place dear to my heart. I lived there for several years after university. Should you head to Ocean Shores, WA and need a B&B – my sister lives there and knows about you and your travels. I have a BIG mouth! Just email me and I’ll send you her phone and give her notice of a visitor. She has a comfortable and new home. The coastal highway along Washington’s northwest portions are less travels and lovely.
    Looking forward to your next blog! Happy blog follower in Seward Alaska!

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