South of Chase, BC, I meet a person who changes my life for the next 4 days…
I had stopped at Charcoal Creek on the Chase-Falkland Road to stretch my legs. A biker on a red Harley with a matching red trailer passes me, then does a U-turn to stop and ask a few questions.
His name is Frank. He is curious about where I’ve been and where I am going….
I tell him I have come from Tappen, and am headed to Falkland for lunch.
“What about after that?” he persists, “It’s Labour Day long weekend, all the campgrounds are full.” He looks at the sky. “And it’s probably going to rain.”
I admit he is probably right. He opens up his trailer, adjusts a few things, and turns back to me…
“Just up the road there’s a Labour Day bike run,” he says, “It’s on a private rural property, there’s plenty of camping, hot food, bike games, a DJ, a clubhouse—and really nice people. You should come.”
I look at his bike. It’s a big, badass, bikers’ bike. It’s a Harley-Davidson.
“Er, is this bike run a, er, Harley-Davidson kind of bike run?” I probe. He nods enthusiastically. I imagine a pack of hogs, leather, bandannas, noise.
“And are these bikers, er, in a, um, bike gang or something…?”
“Oh no,” he shakes his head adamantly, “It’s not like that. They’re good people, it’s a really a good time.” He looks at me and my loaded Symba. “You’ll fit in just fine.”
This is a moment Nomad Journal would call Engineering serendipity through travel. It is moment where you have a choice: say No, and continue on your way; or say Yes, and accept serendipity’s invitation to show you a world you have not experienced before.
I accept the invitation. I say yes.
[Next: Welcome to Chase Creek Cattle Co.]