|Luxury Bike Path|
Emerging from the train station I realised I wasnt clear yet, as I faced a multi lane grid street system that serviced an endless line of shopping malls. I was in a suburb that didnt feature on my map, so wandered till I found a hamburger shop with free wifi. A quick look on google maps and I had a plan. There was a couple more hours of hit and miss traffic and suddenly it all changed when I reached this quaint little town of Fort Langley. It looked like a movie set for a quiet period drama and was where I successfully started on the Trans Canada Trail.
The TCT is a great idea and ranges from fully formed trails to a "concept" penned in on a map. These first miles for me were along country roads smelling the intensive farming being undertaken in huge sheds on the river flats. This suddenly gave way to a small gravel track that weaved through some "first nation" land. It was an antidote to the traffic choked suburbs of the morning. It didnt last forever though and I soon had to choose between Highway 1 and Highway 7. Highway 1 was the Trans Canada Highway and Highway 7 was by all acounts a low use byway, so I took that option.
Highway 7 had plenty of keen traffic and I wondered how horrific the Trans-Canada Highway must be. Leaving the highway behind I headed up the Hemlock Valley and found a campsite at Shadow Falls. As I set up the MST Hubba Bubba tent for the first time, amongst the fir trees listening to the birds and the gushing water it was hard to believe that this was just a days ride from Vancouver. It had been a day of ups and downs and one that I was glad to have behind me.
|MSR Hubba Bubba at Shadow Falls|
Another day and the traffic was still not much fun I have to admit that my enthusiasm was waning. I stopped at a cafe mid morning thinking a coffee might perk me up. For the first time in Canada I was greeted, seated, brought a coffee and my order taken. It seemed service was not dead in a country which was supposedly so service focussed by the tipping system. The waitress also brought me some brilliant news. A mudslide had poured across the Trans Canada Highway rolling one car in the process. All the traffic had been diverted onto Highway 7. I almost cried with relief at the news. It all made sense and this crazy traffic wasnt normal but rather an anomoly. (The lady in the rolled car got out and walked away unharmed in case you were wondering)
|Who doesn't want to live in a castle? On the road to Hope|
Hope was before me but would it live up to its name? Would it neautralise the traffic and mark the start of some glorious cycling? Lets hope so.
PS No pics as the local library has some restrictions on such use. Internet cafes are becoming hard to find as free wifi takes over.