Meeting a young fellow biker Evan Travers meant we shared the road travelled today. He had slept in the park last night under his bivvy and woke to the sound of sprinklers and water spray. He reminds us of our other close friend Geoffrey Robinson who is at the moment, cycling around Greece sleeping under trucks, concrete huts and the like.
Kindred intrepid travellers, but not like us who have yet to use the tent again!
You knew you were gaining altitude with the cold force of air from water falls passed. The Monashee Mountains rose upward with sheer cliff faces bringing the edge of the valley walls together. A tough day at the office to a prelude to what is coming, made easier by the stunning views of reflective lakes.
Trains have been active today. They weave beside and under the tar seal we ride. Perhaps what is significant about them is the number of carriages being hauled. Find the photo of the train captured beside the lake that was so long, the photo frame ran out before the carriages themselves.
Revelstoke is surrounded by snow capped mountains, it’s gates to the city remind folk that you are in the heart of bear country, a town history built on passing trains.
If you ever come through Revelstoke, stop in for a feed at the ‘Village Idiot Bar & Grill.’
No reflection on us neither, just their hamburgers are delicious. It’s what the body deserves when one has altitude hunger!