Wednesday, January 25, 2017

A Ride Interrupted

The Kettle Valley Railway was opened in 1915 and built to service the burgeoning  mining industry of the Kootenay Valley located in south east end of British Columbia. It's construction had the added intent of thwarting the American attempts to dominate the mining industry in the area. Starting in Midway at the mouth of the Kootenay valley, the railway crosses several mountain ranges to terminate in Hope B.C. at the eastern mouth of the Fraser Valley.

The line was closed down in 1964 and over the next few decades the rails and ties were removed and the line transitioned into a hiking and biking trail running through some of the most scenic parts of southern British Columbia. Riding the trail was on our bucket list.

The mining rush into the Kootenays started in 1853 when two Americans were chased across the border by a First Nations (Indian) band shere  they stumbled across gold in a small creek entering the Kettle River, near what is now the small village of Rock Creek.  In 1995, Rock Creek was the start of our 20 year sojourn to bike the complete length of the  Kettle Valley trail.




RIDE-1   2001
Rock Creek to Penticton     200 Kilometres

This is probably the most scenic section of the KVR. Sadly if was pre-digital photo's for the Cornell's and so our photos are buried somewhere in one of five bins of photos and not available for this section of the blog.



The trip was planned over four easy 50 K days. The group numbered over 20 riders and the skill levels varied from beginner to hard core biker.  That and the first 100 K was all up and coasting was not an option.









Our first stop, Beaverdell (snicker, snicker), overnighting at the 100 year old Beaverdell (snicker, snicker) Hotel.








Day two saw us comfortably ensconced in a beautiful cabin on Hydraulic Lake. Sadly no longer there.




Day 3 saw us ride the famous and beautiful Myra Canyon section of the KVR.  The route through the  canyon required the construction of 18 trestles.


The ride will take your breath away. Thankfully it is the only reasonably flat section of the trip.
























In 2003, a wild fire, started by a lightening strike, raged through the canyon destroying 14 of the 18 trestles. It took out a bit of Kelowna as well.

The trestles have all been rebuilt so the ride is still glorious.

We overnighted at Chute Lake resort and the last day for was a fast and furious downhill ride into Penticton.




Along the way we passed the 489 metre long Adra Tunnel that  carves a curve within the mountain. Sadly a weak spot in the roof near the mid-point is slowly caving in and it has been barricaded.













One last tunnel before we arrive in Penticton. Just a little one.








It comes with a great view. One that I continue to enjoy at least once a week when the weather is fine and I ride the KVR



RIDE-2     2006
Penticton to Princeton    120 Kilometres



















In  2006, eleven years after our first ride, we were able to get some of the old gang back together and along with some new faces were ready to tackle the climb to Osprey Lake on Day 2. Day 1 had us meeting some of the group in Princeton where they left their cars and we ferried them back to Penticton to overnight.






It was an early start to Day 2












as we had a train to catch.

















With 60 kilometres of up, it seemed silly not to take advantage of the 10 K train ride.














There were no complaints. There was still plenty of ride once we got off the train.




With a smile on her face, Nonie prepares to take on the next 40 K to Osprey Lake and our accommodations at Tellier's Fisherman's Cove.

The Tellier's were kind enough to turn over all their cabin's and there own home so we would all have comfortable beds for the night and with access to their kitchen, great meals.





Despite the respite of the train, the hot weather and uppy took its toll. But all the riders made it to Osprey Lake.











A lovely night at Tellier's. A steak barbecue, campfire, songs and a visit from the whistle blowing, phantom ghost train making its way along the old rail line in the dark of night. Very spooky.














Day 3 had more trestles,













and tunnels.












and a successful, road rash free arrival in Hope.











RIDE-3   2016
Hope to Penticton to Brookmere    90 Kilometres


It was another decade for the Cornell's to take another bite out of the KVR. Our son, planned to bike from his home in Victoria to our home Penticton staying with friends and camping along the way. It seem opportune for us to join him for two days and bike some sections of the KVR. with him. We only had two days as were flying out to Toronto and spend some time with our grandchildren.



We drove to Hope, checked into a motel then headed to Chilliwack where we met our son and drove him back to Hope where we would access the KVR trail the next day.





My goal for day one was to bike to Romeo Station before we broke for the night. Nonie was driving the SAG and would meet us at several spots along the way then take me back to Hope. At 64, sleeping on the ground is not an option.




The route would take us through the Coquihalla Canyon










and the construction wonder of the Othello Tunnels.












There are five tunnels lined up perfectly with two spans joined by bridges. Pretty impressive engineering for the day. The cliffs are solid granite. Had to share them with Nonie so we visited them again on our return to Hope.
















Our first day was not with a few setbacks.










At about 25 K along the trail, we arrived at the Coquihalla River near Portia only to find the trestle bridge no longer existed. My bad. The map clearly showed it was no longer there.








This meant we had to retrace our steps about 5 K. leave the KVR and use the Coquihalla Highway to reach Romeo. You may have noticed many of the way stops along the trail have names of characters from Shakespeare's' plays.  B.C. Parks says it was CP Rail's engineer, Andrew McColluch (1864-1945) who named the route's stations - Lear, Portia, Iago, Romeo and Juliet - because he was an avid reader of Shakespeare.



The KVR trail becomes a little blurry from this point as it crisscross's the Coquihalla Highway and in some cases the highway uses the old rail bed. Crossing from one side of the highway to access the little bits of trail that still exist is a little like Russian roulette so the highway was our only choice to get to Romeo.  It wasn't the climb but the large trucks ripping along at 120 KPH beside me that kept my heart rate up.





As we arrived at Romeo, our son had a flat. A clear sign that the ride was over for the day and it was time to get back to Hope.







On Day 2 we decided to avoid cycling more of the Coquihalla Highway so decided to drive up to the Coquihalla Lakes off ramp where we could access the KVR again and complete my cycle to Brookmere. Here we would leave our son and return to Penticton.  We had not gotten more than a few hundred metres, we found several spokes had broken our sons bike.



Next stop, the Bike Barn in Penticton. The ride was over and we all drove back to Penticton.

We'll be back, we are not done yet.


Saturday, December 3, 2016

150 Years Too Late









GOLD! GOLD had been discovered in the Cariboo near a little place called Barkerville. Only 700 kilometres from our home in Penticton.








The siren call of gold could not be resisted. We packed up and hit the road.





It was the start of a long and arduous journey. 

Seven long hours, crammed in an 1998 Toyota Corolla. It was mind numbing with only short stops for victuals from  local Tim Hortons that we found along the way.



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As we rode into town, we could see it was  already crowded with tenderfoots looking to strike it rich.








The locals were abuzz with rumours about rich strikes up an down the creek. 




We had to get in on the action, but needed an in. Something that would give as a hand up on the other prospectors.

Using her feminine wiles, Nonie captured the eye of the local judge. We had our in! 







 A romantic dinner, a show and we had our claim. We were on the way to our dreams of riches and a life of leisure.





With pan in hand, we hit the claim, as soon as the ink was dry on our deed.

GOLD Baby!







Wait a minute. We already have a life of leisure.

Do we really need those three flecks of gold we found in our pans. 

Life is too short.






Let's leave prospecting to others.










With our gold fever quenched, it was time to get back to the Okanagan.











Monday, November 14, 2016

The Missing Misty and Mysterious of Haida Gwaii


Named one of National Geographic’s 20 best trips, a UNESCO World Heritage site, an item on Nonie’s “To Do List”, the poor Canadian dollar and a desire to see more of our own beautiful province found us driving north to the misty and mysterious islands of Haida Gwaii.



Formerly known as the Queen Charlotte Islands, the 150 plus islands can be found about half way up the coast of BC and about an 8 hour ferry ride across the Hecate Strait from Prince Rupert on the mainland.







The islands are home to the indigenous Haida Nation who’s residence on the these islands can be traced back at least 13,000 years.   








The arrival of the British saw the Haida population, then estimated at 10,000, decimated to less than 400 in 1900. Today about 4500 people live on the islands. 70% are Haida. 















It was an overnight ferry from the mainland that had us arriving in the early morning. The day dawned sunny with not a cloud in the sky. 


The misty and mysterious were not evident today.








For the next three days, hiking would consume most of our time.







Day 2 was warm and sunny as well. No mist and mystery today.  











 

From the forest to the beaches, the hiking was awesome.











Day 3 dawned warm and sunny. Once again the mystery and misty were still missing.








On Day 3 we also ran out of places to hike.











Day 4, saw us leaving the islands. Again under blue skies and sunshine.













But mysteriously, as we sailed away, misty and mysterious returned to Haida Gwaii. WTF! 










Another 24 hour ferry rice found us enjoying the beaches of northern Vancouver Island. No mist and mystery here, either. 














Along the way we did acquire this lovely ceremonial frog mask. Not Haida but Sal
ish. A nice addition to our collection.











Sunday, September 18, 2016

A Change of Hood, A Change of Life






Sorry for disappearing off the blogosphere. The move from Toronto back to the Okanagan has been a busy one. I was seriously mistaken when I thought it would be a quick and smooth transition from the “big” to the “not so big” city lifestyle.

Upon reviewing our life in the Okanagan, I realized that despite the extreme difference in population size, (6,000,000 versus 35,000) our life had not gotten any simpler. In fact it seemed to have gotten more complex. Some research seemed in order.  

I began by creating a visual presentation of both neighbourhoods (hoods), which I hoped would help to clarify why life has become more complex (busier).   
                                             TORONTO

PENTICTON



It did not take me long to see the problem. Except for population size, there seemed to be very little difference between our two neighbourhoods.  We may be in a rut when it comes to choosing our hoods. There had to be other reasons that would explain our busyness.
So, I hopped on my bike to see if a closer look at our hood would reveal its secrets.  
























































A twenty minute bike ride turned into a four hour bike ride with coffee break. I seems I may have discovered that difference. The distractions are too accessible.





Only one small detail is missing that would make living in Penticton perfect.






Sunday, January 24, 2016

10 Reasons Why We Moved To Toronto


 
Early Sunday mornings, Sponge Bob Squarepants marathons and lots of strong coffee.
 
 
 
 
Making fools of ourselves where no one knows you.
 
 
 
Catching a basketball game and seeing the Raptors almost win.
 
 
 
Making green snow all be it very slowly at our age.
 
 
 
Balancing life and family where family wins and life can go suck a lime.
 
 
 
Sticking our tongues out at the world for no other reason other than it feels good.
 
 
 
Shamelessly embracing and exposing our inner clown.
 
 
 
Spending time with family, no matter what.
 
 
 
 
Showing off our sweet moves.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Doing things, we have not done before and probably never do again.