Fel Ci Efo Dau Gynffon – Day 13

The Dreaded Thirteenth Day.

Ahhh, but 13 is a lucky number to the Welsh.

So…Holly would be the only soul brave enough to try out the Whistler classics like A River Runs Through It.

The rest of them were too scared, and went downhilling in the bike park. How odd….

I guess they were put off by some of hte locals referring to it as “A Gorby Walks Through It.”

Hey Darth.

Wouldn’t want to look….silly or anything.

Don’t see any walking here anyway.

Ahhh, with weather like this it doesn’t matter. It’s a good time for all.

I had to get out for a couple of park laps myself. This tour is winding down, and I’m running on empty.

Yes…. feel the power of the Dark Side.

A freerider is born.

No time to be maudlin, but this was one of the most epic trips we’ve done. I’m totally spent, completely empty. Nothing left but to have a good night out on the town, run the kids back to the airport, and send it on the drive home.

God love a Welshman…..

Fel Ci Efo Dau Gynffon – Day 12

What’s this, another big smile?

Ah…we must be in Squamish then.

My old stomping grounds. there are few places better for XC riding than Squamish.

Plus all that coastal rainforest and surrounding peaks with glaciers looks so much like Wales…

Well, we even managed a few bits of bridgework today.

This is part of my super secret endless loop out in Squamish. Right here we’re on Dead End Loop, but we can do many hours of various levels of singletrack out here.

We spent some time on the slightly more advanced bridges of “Don’t Tell Jude.”

I’m alwasys amused by how intimidated people are by the woodwork. In most respects, it’s easier than regular riding.

It’s just a little bit up in the air…

Here’s a random local showing how it’s done.

Actually, our Brits did remarkably well on this section, once they put their fears away.

They had a bit more trouble with this one. So it’s long, it’s flat, wide and straight. A little yelling and Holly got this one nailed. Sorry to scream at you, but you’d hate yourself later for not doing this one.

Lunchtime and a view. These are hard to come by in the rain forest, consider yourselves lucky.

We were pretty thrashed by the new experiences of wet and slippery bridges, so we opted for the guilty pleasures of shredding the Alice Lakes trails. They re-open to the public after September 16th, and they are truly awesome. Nothing tech, just loamy and flowy goodness for several slightly downhill kilometers.

Which is why there’s no pics of that part. Too busy going fast.

Here, try the map instead.


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Fel Ci Efo Dau Gynffon – Day 11

A grey day for a rest day. Let’s get outta here.

Finally saw some mooses (meese?) today. A little family of three running down the road in front of us. Crappy shot, I know, but at least I got a glimpse of them.

Breakfast in Bralorne. A great little window into a slice of Canadiana.

Yep, a genuine Canadian mining town. Population 60. Welcome to the big city.

OK, some traditional sleeping in the back of the van shots.

Hey Rob! Wake up! You’re dreaming again!

Only in Whistler.