One bike, 900 miles, two legs.

Every camper’s favourite weather strikes overnight, and we’re thoroughly doused by the time 6:30am shows up – everyone’s up early because of the rain, and I don’t think the frequent (and noisy!) trains parping as they go by helped much, either. So we soon set out, and a mere 8 miles into the day there’s a short but steep hill – reaching 20% at parts.

This is not me. But I powered up this same hill
This is not me. But I powered up this same hill

After that, we made our way over to highway 7, which was a whole load of straight road with wide, clean shoulders, so we kept up a pretty good pace. Only when it got hilly again did I drop back a bit from the keeners at the front.

A couple of punctures forced some welcome rests
A couple of punctures forced some welcome rests

Then we started getting into the mountains, though not a great deal of climbing was in store, thankfully. Incredible scenery was around each bend, and as the sun was starting to poke through the clouds it was looking stunning.

A mountain vista, somewhere on Hwy 7 into Hope
A mountain vista, somewhere on Hwy 7 into Hope

After a quick stop in Agassiz at a bakery for some chocolate-laden fuel, it was a quick 20 miles to Hope, where we’re camping. Although dinner was a whole trout (eyes, head, everything – I hate fish) I ate like a champion and refuelled for tomorrow’s grind up to Lytton. Not looking forward to that.

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Guy Lacey
June 28, 2013
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Fish. Yuk.

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