One bike, 900 miles, two legs.

(I’ve probably forgotten a lot of detail here, as I’m writing this on day 4 – you’ll see why later!)

Waking up after a very restful night’s sleep – I seriously recommend sleeping near a running river, that sound got me sleeping so well – we were up nice and early for another day in the saddle. This time the directions were a simple straight shot up highway 1 to Lytton. What I was blissfully unaware of at the time was that this day is one of the toughest on the tour, and includes a number of narrow, terrifying tunnels carved through the Fraser Valley.

One of the tunnels, with extra bonus fashion advice
One of the tunnels, with extra bonus fashion advice

The road followed the river, going up and down as it navigated a torturous path through the valley. Eventually, after a fair amount of heaving myself up hills, I stopped at Hells Gate, which is the narrowest and wildest point of the Fraser River. Or so they say.

This is Hells Gate. Appropriately hellish.
This is Hells Gate. Appropriately hellish.

Then after the most terrifying of the tunnels, there was a long and painful grind up Jackass Mountain, which was a 7-8% horror that seemed to go on and on and on. It did end, eventually.

Summitted
Summitted

Then we were flagged down by an ambulance, which turned out to be carrying one of the group who had crashed some way ahead. No awful injuries, but a broken helmet and a few bruises to show for it.

911
911

After what felt like an absolute age I finally pulled into the campsite just outside of Lytton. The scenery has changed from the lush green of the coastal mountains into the dry, dusty browns of the BC interior. Spectacular stuff. A long, tough day meant a late dinner (I ate an enormous amount of the potato curry) and early to bed. No mobile phone coverage meant no on-road report.

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Guy Lacey
June 30, 2013
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Well done BCL. A tough day in the saddle!

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