Ok, picking up where I left off.
Crossing the border from the USA at Sumas, Wa into Abbottsford was NOT fun as we wasted valuable time.
Dispite the 2 hr delay for the COVID testing near the border, Dr K and I
turned our attention to altering our route a bit. We wanted to ride up
the Nicomen road just past Boston Bar and pop out on Canadian HWY 1 to
Spence’s Bridge and go to Blue Earth Provincial Park and out to the
Marble Canyon.
However, mother nature had other plans... She threw us a curve ball. And you know what? I should have seen it coming.
We rode through Mission Ridge out to Harrison Mills on Hwy 7. All was
good. The heat was going to be an issue. We thought we’d duck into the
Bridge River valley and it would be cooler. But first we had to get
there.
We motored to Boston Bar and filled up our gas and water bottles. Then
headed north looking for Ansile Creek Road just before Blue Lake Resort
on Hwy 1.
We found Ansile Creek Rd with no problem. We rode it up to where the
Nicomen road spilt. At this point we should have heeded the signage.
There was a sign that stated the road was closed at Km 0. Hmm, we are at
Km 0 and see no issue. So up we rode for 12 Km or so and saw no issues.
We encountered a work crew putting in power poles (?). When we asked
about the condition of the road ahead, they said to watch for logging
trucks, but stated that they hadn’t been any further up. Just beyond the
workers, ~3 Km or so, the road traverses a harrowing cliff. The
mountain here is moving and we could see rocks rolling so casually from
above on to the road. Dr K was ahead of me as I tried to negotiate the
fist sized rocks and boulders in the road. I was going slow and that was
my mistake. I took a tumble on the bike. An easy fall. But I had to
dismount my luggage to lift it. Now worries. Afterwards, a couple of
kilometers later, I caught up with Dr K and he stated that he had
dropped his bike as well. Now, I didn’t feel bad. However, what laid
before us kind of frightened me. The entire side of the mountain washed
down here and left a narrow muddy ledge above the river. I was a bit
nervous and normally would have turned around. Two factors had me
thinking to push on. (1) Dr K had confidence that we could get across it
and (2) For once, I wasn’t alone out here.
This was a mistake on my part and my initial gut feel was correct. We
had a pretty sphincter tightening crossing of the cliffs area. Not that
it was overly technical, but the drop off to the creek far below was of
concern. TO make matters worse, at one of the narrowest points, someone,
laid piece of plywood down and there was dirt over it. Would it hold my
heavy, overladen GS and my big frame? I was soon to find out. If I
dumped the bike here, it could mean a bit of a fall down and possibly
having the bike follow me. Yikes!!
We both made it across with no issue. However, once we got across, I got
to thinking about the road and where it went from here. In my past
travels here, I recall crossing the river farther up. Would it be washed
out? The late spring snows, combined with the heavy early summer
snowfall and now the exorbitant heat was a recipe for slides and
washouts.
Well, less than ½ mile up from the cliff crossing, I got my answer. The road was gone. Obliterated and non-existent. 
Damn it! We had to go back across the cliffs. DAMN, DAMN, DAMN... why
didn’t I think ahead. I guess I was so caught up in the moment in
crossing the cliff area, I didn’t think much beyond it.
Now along with the 2hr border covid testing delay, we were going to be
way later in our schedule than planned. Fuuuuuuuuuuuudge! Only I didn’t
say fudge. Gotta keep it kid safe on these forums 
Needless to say, we both re-crossed the cliffy area. The fact that I'm
writing this now, means, I made it. Would I do it again. HELL NO!! 
Stay tuned for more...
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