We were in a hurry this morning to get our bike over to the BMW agent for the overdue service because we were anxious to get it done and get on the road..
We checked out of our motel and got half a mile down the road before Wanda realised her communicator was missing from her helmet - and I realised I had left my telephone in the room. We went back to the motel and found the maid serviceing the room. She had my phone, but there was no sign of Wanda's communicator, even after a lot of searching. It had been on charge all night, and I took it off the charger and, I thought, put it back on Wanda's helmet. We figure it must have fallen off between the room and the car park, but there hasn't been any sign of it.
We put the bike in for its 10,000km service and replacement of both tyres that were getting very worn.
We had nothing better to do than sit all day in the waiting room and reflect on what might have happened to the communicator. It was particularly frustrating because for the first time in many days the weather was actually pretty good.
Our bike was ready by about 3:00 pm. Two tyres, plus fitting, plus the service left us little change from $1,000. We rode back to our motel in case someone had found our communicator and handed it in since we had left - but no such luck.
We rode south from the motel to Fort MacLeod, a trip of about 114 miles down a boringly straight and fast double lane highway across gently undulating grain fields stretching as far as we could see. It was cold so we assumed we are at altitude despite the flat landscape.
It is a small town with a history that started with the fort, which is now a museum for the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. We found a budget motel, did our laundry and got a chinese takeaway to have in our motel room. Amusingly a loud motorbike rider, music blairing and dressed in red drove up and down the main street numerous times the police following, a matter of duty.
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