Coolest place you've ever ridden to

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I have been to many places on two wheels. It is an addiction I tell ya. But there is one place I will never forget. Not for the scenery but who was there. I was on The Cassier Hwy in Northern B.C. July 2008. BC has these "red post" campsites? You see the red post on the highway and follow a two track to a remote campsite.
I found one on The Dease River and I was the only one there.



This was going to be my supper the flask was full Rum:



Got the tent set up and a half hour layer here comes a pickup camper and an older lady with a German accent asked if it was OK if she and her hubby camped there. I said sure why not? She smiled and said "I see what your are eating so we will feed you in 1 hour"

What an evening. She made Caribou sausage over noodles.



She was an English teacher from Germany and her husband was much older he said he was 86 years old. He did not speak a lick of English.
He was a card carrying Nazi. We talked about his WWII exploits. Before the war he was a farmer and when Hitler came to power he lost the farm and had to go work in a factory. They loved loved loved Hitler. And he claimed it was our fault. We Americans had them so beat down after WWI they needed Hitler to "bring us back". I asked him what did he do for the war effort and I quote "I kilt Jews" unquote.
I said how? And he made a motion with his hands of turning a valve.

Now this cheesehead figured this is gonna get interesting. We had already drank all his beer and we were working on my Rum. I started to argue just a little and his wife was getting uncomfortable. I said how could you as a young man just kill people for no reason?

He got up I thought he was coming for me be he was actually just reaching above his cupboard for a book his wife was reading to him. The book was Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee. Where us Americans killed about 180 Indian women and children. He throws the book at me "I kilt Jews you kilt Indians whats the difference"

I knew this discussion was going nowhere so we just go flat out drunk and got along good the rest of the evening. Before I crawled bck to my tent I took his picture.



Next morning I am breaking camp early his wife come over bawling her eyes out. Heavy sobbing wheezing I could tell she been crying awhile. I said what what what?

She says "your camera" I said yes? "Do you know how many people would love and have tried to kill my husband"?
Whoa this is getting heavy right here right now

So I get the camera scroll to his picture and showed her how to delete it. I wanted her do it so she knew it was done. After she did just that she smiled and planted a big German smooch right on my lips!

As I went by their rig on the way out he came out we shook hands and I gave him my copy of The Milepost because they were heading north and I was going south.

I will never forget the night on The Dease River in Northern BC getting drunk with an honest to God Nazi

I can't help to believe that the honest to god Nazi was about to kill you. He agreed not, only if you deleted his picture. That explains the heavy sobbing from the lady, and the sign of relief celebrated by a kiss. You should never forget that night on the dease river in northern bc in July 2008. That could have been your last.
Thanks for sharing. I enjoyed the read.

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