After many years of needling and cajoling, I finally got the rest of the family to come up to Williams Lake for a visit. Not only that, I even got the old boy to bring his (gasp!) mountain bike for a little jaunt through the Chilcotin Plateau.
He picked a good day for it.
Perhaps not the usual challenging terrain that we seek out, but to cruise for miles under a fall sky in interior grasslands is pretty awesome in itself.
We had to keep it sort of short. Not only is Dad a bit unused to the fatter tires (he’s a roadie….), but I was under some pressure for the second part of today.
Still, it was tough to hurry things along much with vistas like this at every turn.
However, it was Barb’s triumphant return to the bike after the whole pregnancy/giving birth kafuffle.
Hard to find a better place for it, really.
Typical, after only riding twice in almost a year…
…she’s harly missed a beat.
Pop is feeling a bit slow after his morning ride. Look at how long it’s taking him to take a picture.
Siobhan is suitably impressed by Farwell Canyon.
Oh right… airtime.
Welcome back, Barb.
