Cycling on a paved trail was a new experience for my biking friend Roy and I. This year marked the 6th time that we had taken off into the wilds for a week to ten days of bike-packing - usually on the rough gravel trails of the Kettle Valley Railway.
Almost immediately we could sense that this fine, flat and well maintained trail would allow us to make record mileage in record time. The descent from the trailhead at Plummer led us to crossing an old railroad bridge with a terrific view of Chatcolet Lake and the many boaters enjoying the hot summer weather.
|The captain is on the bridge|
At the same time that we pulled back onto the trail, a young lad was passing the marina and when I caught up to him, I recognized him from a large group of boy scouts we had seen gathering at the foot of the bridge. It wasn't long before we began to race and I'd like to think that he was surprised that a grey hair like me could and would race him. When I got bored with shouting over to him "You're doing 26 miles per hour!", I dropped back to let Roy take over with his ice cream fueled legs.
|What 26 mph looks like|
|The kid with a large family|
|Enraptured with a raptor|