Sketchbook Detour

***Temporary Sketchbook Detour***

I began a solo motorcycle trip from Los Angeles on Friday, June 22, 2012, heading north, as far as I'm having fun. I'll be updating my sketchbook with posts from the road, and not necessarily artwork. I'm too beat by the time I'm in camp or in a cheap motel.

I'll continue with the sketches when I get back in a few weeks.

Yeah right! It's been months! I'll get back to it as I finish up some classes and have more time again. Maybe in another month, like in February, 2013.

Friday, August 10, 2012

Not-a-Sketch: Cochrane to Reno

I spent three nights in Cochrane, Alberta.  It turned out that the Suzuki Dealer was a car dealership and couldn't get me the $11 part (See yesterday for context).  Neither could anybody else in Alberta, so the part had to be sent on a Greyhound bus from Vernon, British Columbia, from Four Seasons Motorsports.  Then, the day when it was supposed to arrive at the motel, I found out that I needed to go pick it up, 50 miles away, in Calgary.  I had three hours to get there, before they closed for the weekend.  After looking into all of my options, I booked a rental car online, discovered that I left my credit card at a restaurant, and called the rental place to come pick me up, while retrieving my lost credit card.  The guy at the rental place told me that the online booking was broken and he didn't have any cars.  I told him that he was my only hope, and explained my predicament.  The guy, no, the total hero, said he'd figure it out and came and picked me up in a dirty, abused little car.  I raced to Calgary in said car, where Greyhound had temporarily lost my package, then after a few "this can't be happening" minutes, I left with the crankshaft seal safe in my pocket.  I dropped off the car at the rental agency, walked a couple miles back to motel, and had the trip-stopping part installed within 10 minutes of arriving.  Whoopee!  I was done with the cursed luck, and back on the road.


I made my way down through Alberta, Britsh Columbia, Idaho, Washington, Oregon, California, and into Nevada, to stay in Reno.  I had plenty of adventure, bad weather, great weather, and most notably, some unexpected landscapes and incredible colors.


Eastern Washington and Oregon had beautiful rolling hills of farmland, as well as deserts, and forested mountain passes.


The layers of colors made the landscapes I was riding through, strikingly beautiful, and a treat to see, even if they were devoid of twisty roads.


I was making good time, so instead of staying in California, in a small town with unknown food, lodging, and entertainment options, I could ride another 40 miles to assured gambling, food, and other stuff to do.