Close Call

As it was a mellow Sunday, we decided to hook up with the Flamans for a little shred on the Peat Bog, which we’ve been sadly neglecting this year.

While the riding was great (check the pic of Zack below), other issues were soon to overshadow our day.

I was just checking some messages on my phone when I saw that there was a small, one hectare fire in Peachland.  We lose cell reception on that ride for a half hour or so, but I could see the smoke so I checked in again when we got lower. 

40 hectares.

By the time I got to the beach… 100 hectares.  This is in under an hour.

Luckily the wind shifted before it rolled over into our neighbourhood.  Just part of the price of living in a fire ecosystem, I guess. 

Anyway, no biggie.  We’re fine, the trails are fine, riding is good.

Lightning

Mother Nature’s been putting on quite a show lately.

I’m always trying to catch a pic of a bolt, but it’s not easy.  I guess I could spend a small fortune on a proper DSLR with motion detection, but I prefer to just try to be quick on the draw.

I think of it as practice for getting that picture of Bigfoot I’ve always wanted…

Lost in Peachland

Typical.  I got out for an afternoon ride locally for a change, and thought I’d see if I could find a bit of singletrack for a change.  Found a bit, but found a lot more quad track than anything.  The climb would have been alright, but it was also a solid 36C out, and I got a bit dizzy.

Ah well, the view was nice.

Peachland View

I’ll find some singletrack sooner or later.  At least I’ve got this much figured out.

peachlandquadtracks