July 20, 2020 – Cranbrook to crown land near Lake Koocanusa
Having a soft bed, I slept in for once. I took this chance to get a number of errands done in Cranbrook.
The most important of those was a bike fix. My front brake pads had worn off. It was metal on metal.
An excellent repairman at Gerick Sports suggested I replace the sprocket and chain, both well worn. CAD $134 well spent. I’m more confident in the bike than myself.
Finally, after noon, I got away.
Turns out the cycling trails out of Cranbrook are some of the best of the Great Trail Canada wide. But first I had to find my way out of the city.
The next two days would be highlights of my trip. Rid of highway, I was mostly on rail trail, easy single track, quiet gravel farm roads. All with superb scenery. You can feel the mountains getting higher as you approach the Rockies.
The number of trail options is bewildering. From wheelchair accessible to challenging technical routes.
I had to turn back on one. It got too steep.
Eventually I reached empty farm roads.
Very tranquil.
Much of that was bordered by private property. But I camped in crown land recreation area.
I’d driven past a hundred times over the years but never stopped before. This campground I’d rank with the best in the world for motor access / family fun.
For example, they have something called the Holt Cyclist Shelter. You can set up your tent outside, but under a big roof.
Unfortunately, COVID-19 rules make everyone stay with their vehicle.
The woman loading as I arrived ignored me … so I cycled aboard when she wasn’t watching. I was the only cyclist.
My dad built a summer home in Crawford Bayand we kept it about 30 years. None of my nuclear family had been back since it had been sold.
Here it is, opposite the wishing well on Kokanee Springs Golf Course.
We’d heard the buyer had done zero maintenance and it certainly looked that way to me.
My Mom’s golfball garden had not been touched since she left.
I have only great memories of my years at Crawford Bay. To celebrate I had lunch at the clubhouse.
Blue and Bacon burger with poutine.
I would like to return one day for golf.
I’d been leery about the 91km Gray Creek Pass, the official route of the GREAT Trail:
… Gray Creek to Kimberley is an extremely arduous journey in the wilderness for 80 km on a forestry road, plus an extra 10 km through Kimberley Nature Park with minimal amenities, no supplies and limited-to-no cell service …
Cyclists should carry spare brakes, chain links, tubes, tires and a comprehensive set of bike tools. If you are up to the challenge, you certainly will be glad you tried it! …
I spoke with two cyclists who had come over from the opposite direction. They predicted I’d have to push my bike uphill for about 17km if I tried it my direction. 😐
… So, it was a long day in the sun alongside Kootenay lake. I took the longer, easier paved highway to Cranbrook, instead.
Very few stops as mosquitoes were as bad as I’ve ever seen in this lifetime anywhere. Seems the late, wet spring this year hatched far more than usual. Out for blood.
Towns have fewer mosquitoes so I thought to camp somewhere in Creston. Towns have fewer bugs.
Unfortunately Creston is a town without many good campgrounds. They only want RVs. I asked a police officer and he had no specific advice.
… a town of 5,351 people in the Kootenay region of southeastern British Columbia, Canada. The town is located approximately 10 km (6 mi) north of the border crossing into the United States …
The Creston Valley’s economy is largely resource-based with agriculture and forestry. Many are employed in the service sector, and tourism is increasingly prominent …
Scary. 63km if you manage to find the route. No camping allowed.
‘… Touring cyclists may find this route incredibly challenging as the route is more suitable for mountain bikes. Therefore we have marked this portion of the TCT as “Hiking Only”. …’
So … I decided to take the highway instead, risking getting pushed off the road by logging trucks and motor homes.
Nelsonis close to my heart. Relatively free of the chain stores, franchises and strip-mall developments, it retains a rustic feel.
I understand opioids have caused a lot of grief here in recent years. In the old days, they were all mellow hippie pot growers.
My thinking this day was to get to Grand Forks as quickly as possible. Grab a cheap motel to catch up on photos, videos. And recharge the batteries literally and figuratively.
Take an easy day. And a late start the following day.
The heat was getting to me.
The scenery changed again, now mixed farming.
One downside here is an endless series of‘cow gates’… though you never see any cows any where near.
My brother and I recently added a kickstand to the bike — a big help when getting on and off frequently.
Some sections of the Great Trail allow motor vehicles, this one included. A drag for cyclists.
Some don’t leave.
Wanting to check into the motel early I skipped the last 25km of trail into Grand Forks, taking the highway instead. It was all downhill. And I zoomed in.
Yesterday was all uphill. Today all down hill (and south) towards Grand Forks 🙂
A pretty, mellow day — though I found the heat tiring.
I stopped for brunch (toasted bagel and coffee) at a perfect campsite – Arlington Lakes.
With my dedicated phone/camera lost, I notice I’d taken fewer photos. It had been better to have had two phones.
I stopped for late lunch at the cute town of Beverdell.
This year I’m alternating the Great Trail with paved roads more often. Pavement results in speeds double or triple … but the risk of being blown off the road by a logging truck.
Happily I rolled on to a brand new paved road at one point.
One very real highlight of B.C. is WATER: lakes, rivers and waterfalls.
No bears, so far. Plenty of deer.
I thought I saw my first badger — but it may have just been a skunk or marmot.
I rolled into a big beautiful campground signed FULL … and was offered a crappy spot for $30, same price as your huge motor home.
Instead I rolled through the camp and found 3 other cyclists. They graciously offered me the chance to join. And we enjoyed plenty of beer and wine over the campfire.
I lost my iPhone X while rocking downhill from Summerland to Penticton.
It must have bounced loose from my hip holster. Damn Otterbox Defender.
UPDATE: I got the phone back 18-days-later. The awesome Find My Phone app located it in a warehouse in Penticton. Someone had found it on the street and taken it to work.
Friends from Kelowna had to drive to Penticton to pick it up. Mail it to my Calgary address via FedEx.
Near end-of-life, I was using that phone for photo/video while doing everything else on my new iPhone SE 2020.
For the rest of the cycling trip, I used just my SE.
The weather steadily improving, I enjoyed these 2 days.
I camped near Thalia, a lovely and quiet area close to Vancouver.
From Thalia to Princeton I took a combination of paved very quiet roads and the Kettle Valley Rail Trail.
I was surprised to see so many puddles on the KVR.
In Princeton — on the advice of other cyclists — I opened my never used Ride with GPS app and somehow got it to work.
At this point I’m not sure if I’m on a free month or subscribed for the year.
Ride with GPS is awesome, however, compared with the crappy official Great Trail app.
July 11, 2020 – Princeton
Cycling from Princeton north was lovely.
The first high bridge. Several more tunnels. Lovely lakes.
Lovely lands.
I really like the Summerland area and would be happy to sit back drinking local wine. Enjoying these kinds of views.
I cycled around the pretty town of Penticton during the evening as wind raised.
I had found a good spot near Penticton last year. Set up my tent there again this year.
Rick McCharles 