This weekend has been one of contrasts. The incredible wetness of yesterday was offset by blue skies today, which was a relief.
Today Paul and I rode up Fromme in search of a mountain-biking right of passage... and missed slightly. The Jet Boy trail remains on the list for next summer, but we did have a lovely (?) haul all the way up to the ski runs on Cypress complete with a dusting of fresh snow. Then we enjoyed a somewhat hair-raising descent, past an excellent example of a BC "ghost toilet".
BCMC's finest convenience |
If you look closely, you can see a mountain biker in the picture |
Despite the lack of actually finding the right trail, I feel pretty satisfied with our efforts and also just unblocked the bath drain... so celebration is due all around I think. I may have also managed to enter an excellent bike race for next year, but we'll have to see about that.