Middle of nowhere, British Columbia. 

We packed our bags, bikes, and camping gear, and headed out for a weekend in the interior.  Camping with car access is always super convenient, as you don't have to worry about pack weight, food, etc. No cell service meant we could be present in the moment, and the rain held off until later that night. I absolutely love camping, and purchased a nice new home (tent) at the beginning of the summer, and have only had the opportunity to use it once!  So I was pretty excited when I got invited on this trip.

 My humble abode. Was a shame we could only stay one night.

My humble abode. Was a shame we could only stay one night.

Steak, soup, sauteed onions, and veggies filled our bellies and prepped us for the big day we had coming. Everything tastes better in nature, and having a open fire-grilled steak is probably one of the best tasting foods ever. I was glad to be going to be full and fuelled. I was a bit nervous as I had heard the ride would take 8hours, which would be almost twice as long as my longest ride to date.

 Grilled to perfection. Some of the most tender, awesome steak I've ever had!!

Grilled to perfection. Some of the most tender, awesome steak I've ever had!!

 Felix the Steak Master.

Felix the Steak Master.


In the morning we had another great hot meal, packed our bags, broke camp and set off.  The first few hours of the ride were not the greatest. A lot of rough loose terrain meant a lot of hike-a-biking, and at about 2 hours in we contemplated whether we had made a wrong turn or not.  As soon as we hit our max altitude, our spirits picked up and we bombed down narrow rocky single track, mud-bogs, and bright yellow meadows. Fog was lying dense and low, so if there were epic views, we had no idea.  the rolling terrain went with our emotions as joyous woops, laughter, and yells led the downhills, while groans, sighs, and silence dragged on the uphills. 

 chasing the fog

chasing the fog

 The crew after the first big climb, and after realizing we weren't going the wrong direction. Phewf!!

The crew after the first big climb, and after realizing we weren't going the wrong direction. Phewf!!

 At one point we rode along a jagged ridge; a slip to the left meant a long trip down.

At one point we rode along a jagged ridge; a slip to the left meant a long trip down.

All the hiking was worth the end downhill portion, however. It was immaculate, and the best singletrack I have ever ridden.  A thin ribbon cut into the side of the mountain, surrounded by the greenest moss we had ever seen. Undulating terrain sloping downwards gave us the perfect opportunity to double up, pop, scrub, and pump our way down what seemed like the longest trail of our lives.  As I bombed down this dream-like trail, I thought about the previous 32km and was glad. There's something about earning your turns that makes the joy of the descent that much sweeter.

 I don't have any pictures of the good stuff as I was having way too much fun riding to stop and take a photo!! This was taken just after the prime zone; still awesome singletrack.

I don't have any pictures of the good stuff as I was having way too much fun riding to stop and take a photo!! This was taken just after the prime zone; still awesome singletrack.

We finished the ride at 6hrs.  Exhausted, hungry, and grinning ear to ear, it's the best Sunday I've had in a long time, and maybe the best ride I've ever had. Made a quick edit of some of my footage just for a little taste!

 6hrs of helmet-wear = tangled helmet-hair! 

6hrs of helmet-wear = tangled helmet-hair! 

Stay Epic!

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