This morning I dress for cycling, tear away from family, and we head out. First stop is a bike shop (thanks for your generosity Mark), and an interview with the Fernie Free Press.
This is a short cycling day, made long by very strong winds – sometimes cross winds, head winds and tail winds. The winds seem confused about where they wants to go, forward or back. Me too. But we press on. The roads are now very familiar having driven this route dozens of times in Winter and Summer. We stop like tourists at Sparwood’s World’s Biggest Truck and at Frank Slide, and settle at our RV camp for the night – a place called Bellevue in the Alberta foothills – and have a remarkable Alberta-style steak diner. The “vue” does become “belle”, as we are treated to a magnificent pink and orange sunset before a Super Moon.
Off to cowboy country.