I left Campbell River this morning. Stopped to get gas on the way: is your calf muscle supposed to give a loud "pop" and suddenly start hurting like hell while putting the bike up on the center stand? I didn't think so. I'm walking around like Chester hobbling after Marshal Dillon on on old Gunsmoke episode.
"Marshal Dillon! Marshal Dillon!"
Victoria harbor is pretty.
Leaving Victoria in the BlackBall Coho ferry.
A couple of biker friends I made waiting for the ferry.
Mount Walker Inn, Quilcene, WA.