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Day 7 ~ Creston to Cranbrook ~ Whoa! Mosquitos abound!!

Calgary 2011 + Bike Trip 833Creston to CranbrookStill moving toward the finish! A roadside stop included a short catnap and much needed java. We camped just outside of Cranbrook after crossing the McFee Bridge over the St. Mary’s River. It was a site high atop the river’s bank, overlooking some feeding, moaning cattle and a wide expanse of grassland, with the mountains all around. Thankfully, we were tucked inside before the mosquitoes came out to feed!

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Day 6 ~ “I’m putting you on a bus!” Nelson ~ ferry ride across Kootenay Lake ~ then down to Creston

Nelson to Creston

We rode two hours along the narrow, hilly Nelson Nelway Highway beside the Kootenay River to Balfour to catch the ferry ride across Kootenay Lake. The homes and cottages here were beautiful as they hung along the waters edge. The weather was so changeable today. Cooler temperatures, were followed by rain on and off, then hot patches of air, swirling winds behind, then head on. There was a storm brewing ahead on the horizon as the thunder rumbled around the mountains . . . . . and it was hovered right over Creston, where we were planning to camp for the night.

I had a difficult day today, with the changing weather and overall exhaustion, every part of my body was sore and I was worn out. “When we get to Creston, we are going to the bus station, I’m putting you on a bus!” Doug sternly told me. Thankfully there wasn’t a great deal of elevation change on the second half of our ride today. We followed the Kootenai River, as it meandered down the wide valley/flood plain. It was so scenic and reminded me of the Holland Marsh back home, with the various crops growing on the flat-lands.

When we arrived in town, the rain was just beginning, the storm was ready to unleash it’s anger. We ducked inside a bar for supper hoping the storm would be over when we were finished eating. Thankfully, it was! We found a campground close to town just down the road from the Kokanee Brewery. TheĀ Kootenay mountains on the label are seen far off in the distance ~ pretty neat! The “Glacier Fresh” slogan for the beer comes from using glacier mountain stream water in its brewing.

Once camp was set up, Ryan and Doug went to shower up. I didn’t have the energy to shower. I got out of my damp riding gear, curled up in my sleeping bag, drew the drawstring closed around my head, turned toward the tent wall and wept. I was worn out and there was no bus leaving town.

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Day 4 Princeton to ~ “OOooH” Osoyoos

Princeton to Osoyoos 2 We woke up to rain, so geared up accordingly. The first part of the highway followed along the Silkameen River and was pleasantly flat. What a nice change! We rolled through the old gold mining town of Hedley and could still see abandoned mine shaft entrances high above the roadside in the mountains.

Eventually, Crowsnest Pass ran between two mountains ~ the Snowy Mountain and Mount Kobau. Both protected areas. As the road began to rise toward the sky, we entered the grasslands. We could feel the change in the air, it was an extremely dry and hot as we were approaching Osoyoos, Canada’s desert.

We climbed and climbed before cresting the top of the mountain and found a couple of triathletes unloading their tri-bikes from a van. They were going to practice their downhill descents for their upcoming Ironman in Penticton. Ryan and Doug raced these two athletes down the mountain, the girls on their tri-bikes ~ the boys pulling their trailers. What a sight!

After resting in the center of town by the desert flower welcome sign, we grabbed a bite to eat and began our 18 km. climb out of the valley. The road wound back and forth, back and forth, zig zagging all the way to the top reaching a final elevation of 685 m. It was a spectacular close to the top when we looked back to see where we had come from on the other side of the valley where the sun was shining, behind Mount Kobau . . . . down, down, down, then up, up, up to where we were. We made it up that daunting climb!

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Day 3 ~ Manning to Princeton ~ The Day I Gave Up My Bags

Manning to PrincetonWe turned the first corner and there was the first climb of the day . . . . . not even a warm up to start us off. It went on and on and on. Just when you thought it was close to the top, there would be an overlook to have a short rest and a corner to start-up the next section.

The second climb of the day, brought me to tears. Exhausted and worn out, my legs were like spaghetti. I pushed on my pedals with all my might to inch up the slope. Several times I had to unclip quickly to avoid falling over. Doug and Ryan would ride ahead and wait for me at the next view-point. This was the day I felt broken . . . . I unwillingly gave up my saddle bags through tears and blubbering. Ryan and Doug took one each and tied them down to the tops of their trailers. On a positive note, this seemed to even out our speeds ~ well, I was able to keep up a bit better. A few times, I even passed them on the climbs. Only a few times!

At Manning Lodge, we cleaned off our plates once again and used the ice water jugs to fill our camel-backs. It was so refreshing to have chilled water to sip on to ease the pain of the effort needed in the heat of the day.

After lunch, Crowsnest Highway continued to wind back and forth, and up and down, endlessly. . . . . . . . 71 km doesn’t seem all that far ~ except when it’s over the Rockies! The ups were brutal, the downs were exhilarating. Some of the climbs took close to two hours followed by coasting with brakes for over 30 minutes. Doug and Ryan would glide out of sight around the next corners full speed ahead. I was building my confidence aiming to use my brakes less and less.

I’ve never forgotten the lesson Ryan gave me when I was struggling with climbs. Standing up for 10 to 20 pedal strokes in a harder gear then sitting, gearing down into an easier gear for a bit. Cycling through this pattern certainly helped me to concentrate on something other than the pain ~ counting out pedal strokes, hydro poles, and guard rails and shifting gears.

We arrived in Princeton at supper time, it had rained the last bit of our day and our faces were splattered with road grime. I was so happy we decided on a “hotel night!” Boy did I need it!

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Day 2 ~ Mission to Manning Provincial Park, Skagit Valley ~ amazing trees

Mission to Manning

We officially left the flatter, rolling roads and started climbing the mountains. It was a slow steady slog as we conquered the elevation changes. We put in about 50 km before stopping for lunch in the quaint little town of Agassiz. There were beautiful gardens lining the main road that welcomed us, along with an old train station. I was amazed, the food portions were quite large and we had consumed each last morsel. Doug and Ryan had a few beers, which I thought would help me keep up to their pace.

The next 50 km on the #7 ran along the Fraser River and a railway line which brought us to Hope, which lies between the Coastal and the Cascade Mountain Ranges. The roaring Fraser River and the smaller Coquihalla River meet here. Hope is named the Chainsaw Carving Capital. There were over 20 interesting, unique wooden sculptures of all sizes lining the park on the main road. Many movies have been filmed in the deep gorge nearby, one of them was Rambo-First Blood.

Leaving Hope, we continued on Highway 3 ~ Crowsnest Highway. Before arriving at our camp site for the night, we stopped to read about and view the infamous Hope Slide, the largest landslide recorded in Canada which happened in 1965. It is hard to imagine rock, mud, and debris traveling 2 kilometers down the mountainside burying the road and surrounding area 85 metres deep and 3 kilometres wide. “The mass of debris completely displaced the water and mud in Outram Lake below with incredible force, throwing it against the opposite side of the valley, wiping all vegetation and trees down to the bare rock, then splashed back up the original (now bare) slope before settling.” (Wikipedia)

We were so happy to end our day in E.C. Manning Provincial Park. We found a quiet camp area right beside the Skagit River. This was truly a magical place, complete with babbling brook and enormous, majestic trees.

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JULY 2011 ~ “If I think you are ready . . . . you can come.” The challenge was on!

Vancouver to Calgary, Tackling the Rockies ~ 1200 km/10 days . . . . no room for rest days. Doug and Ryan were planning this trip together for the start of July. I was so determined to join them for this trip! I bought a book on how to train for long distance bike rides and started training through the winter months at the gym with Theresa. There were some long, long rides in the gym!

Marie dropped the three of us off at the Calgary airport. We flew in to Vancouver, unpacked our bikes, reassembled them in the airport (well ~ Doug and Ryan did, I gathered up the garbage from packing and checked out the native totem carvings) and off we went.

Our daily goal was 120 km/day. Our first day was so very long as we had been up so early to catch our flight. It was close to noon by the time the bikes and trailers were reassembled and we struggled to get out of Vancouver, as we couldn’t seem to find the right bridge to cross. By the end of our first day, I was worn out! One day down, nine to go.

Vancouver Airport to Mission

Vancouver Airport to Mission