St Georges KVR – Day 1

Well, technically this would be day 2. We drove up from Vancouver yesterday after crashing at the Tippie’s house in the Cove (thanks Brett and Sarah), then camped at Link Lake. Barb and Chevy came out and we let the boys settle in to their situation with minimal interference. After a leisurely sleep in, it was time to grind out the first 50km of the route. Here we are in the midst of the sandiest section of the trip. The trestle is a nice interlude from the grind of this particular part of the trip.

Near the end of the worst sand, we took a lunch break at the tunnel. Seriously, in 30 km all you get that’s neat to look at is one tunnel and one trestle. The rest of the time it’s a straight slog in sand with the occasional set of ATV ruts heading across into the forest.

After you get past the tunnel, however, it’s much nicer. The boys were pretty stoked to hear that from this gazebo (an old water tower for the steam engines), it was more or less downhill to the next campsite.

See how excited Jordan looks?

OK, these guys are feelin’ it. Marc and Palmer (I think it’s Palmer…) were near the front of the group all week.

Yep, that was a tough ride. No worries, we broke the back of the trip today. There’s plenty more to go, but nothing as hard as the first day. Enjoy the campfire.

PS — Happy Birthday to my sister! It was yesterday, but close enough eh?

St Georges KVR – 5

Ohhh, it’s a cold one this morning.  Looks like it’s gonna heat up soon.   Sooner if these slackers don’t get outta bed.

You think they’d learn.  I mean, in this age of interwebs and such, it’s pretty easy to look up how this trip goes.  Every year we drop the tents on the slowpokes.

Funny, eh?  You just want more sleep, I know your type.

One more sing along with Gary.  See?  When you get up early, you have time to sing songs and hang out.

Da crew…

Great day to ride down the canyon.  As per the rest of the week, the gang killed it.  I barely had time for a swim and a couple of scenic shots, like this one of the famous ochre outcrop of Vermilion.

“Dude, cut me some slack.  I’ve been sleeping on the ground all week.”

So tired…

…so very, very tired.

Well, another KVR session has come and gone.  Good times as always.   Here’s hoping the bus was clean at the end.

 

 

 

 

St Georges KVR – 4

That’s what I need after a rainy night.  Some serious fried up breakfast scramble.  Oh, and sunshine would be nice too.

Yesterday was the big day.  Today is the fun day.  We start off with a short downhill, a visit to the store, and then a tunnel.

On the other side of the tunnel, it’s like a whole new world…

One that has some epic Flinstones sort of geology to play in.

Oh, and dead carcasses too.  That’s an elk.  Pretty ballsy for a cougar to take down an elk, but that’s what you get in the Tulameen.  We trade off the biggest cougars on record with some place in Arizona.  Around 120 kg.  Begger than me by a long shot.

Gazebo time!

Sweet…

Alright, time to chill out and hang with your guides.

Oh, and also a good place to throw rocks.  Look close, you can see one in flight.

OK, another tunnel.

Once again, it’s like entering a new world…

This one has a nice sandy beach.

Too bad the water is so cold (as usual, I went swimming…).

My new buddy…

When we got to Coalmont, it was time for the traditional race.  Ready….

…set….

….Boom!

A million laughs.  My team got beat by a mile.  Well, I did cheat at the end, but it didn’t count.

Our crap campsite.

Another version….

Wildlife shot!  This beaver really didn’t care how close we got.

The guides enjoying a last meal together under the moon.

Hanging with the boys.  Anyone want to go to the graveyard?

Yeah dudes!

Yes, they’re all dead.  But they’re happy to see you.

Except for this guy…

Wait…did you hear something?  I think I just heard—-AUGGGGGHHHH!!!!

It’s so  Blair Witch, innit?  Meh, it’s just Coran.  Nothing to see here, move along….