A good future

From my bedroom with the shades half drawn you can watch the North Shore mountains brighten in the mornings until the frst direct rays hit the exposed ski runs on Grouse Mountain. Honoring the pre-dawn light, and rising as the sun comes up the city is subdued I understand why there are morning people in the world.

Morning people who move to northern latitudes need to be re-programed. I woke just long enough to note that Scott was out of bed and that it was getting bright outside. I woke a little bit more when coffee grinder whired and the kettle was set on the stove. Looked outside to a light blue sky but dark mountain tops. Looked at the clock. Big hand on the 12 and little hand spot on the 5. I stole into the kitchen, gave Scott a hug and a kiss and whispered that it was FREAKING EARLY. We easily made the 7:30 ferry to the Sunshine Coast for another day of riding and exploring.

We walked onto the ferry and settled in with a cup of coffee and our map. The plan was to take public transit to Roberts Creek and start climbing from there eventually finishing on the sweet descending Highway 103 and 102 trails back for the 4:20 pm ferry. Waiting to dismebark from the ferry we started chatting with a local who kindly drove us to Roberts Creek.
The fun beings.

Dave's Detour was a bit overgrown.
Caroline's Connector was buff and bermed.

We hooked up with anothe rider while looking for Mexican Jumping Bean. He had a different, but equally shitty map, that had not only different trails, it called the same trails different names and had no contour lines. Neither map had UTM coordinates! Trails that didn't connect or ended into nothing. grrrr to shitty mapping. Maybe 90 mins later and still looking for Mexican Jumping Bean -- maybe it was snowed in?
Sunshine Coast swoopiness. Lots of wood work. Lots of bridges. Or not.

A bar for enjoying CO whiskey.

Smiles all around.

According to Environment Canada on summer solstice the sun will rise at 5:07 am and set at 9:22 pm. That is 16 hours and 15 mins of seeing the sun. 16 hours and 15 mins of play time, not including pre-dawn and dusk. There is more to look forward too!

A hint of the future

Last Memorial Day, Scott first visited BC. He rode gears and full suspension. He rode baggies and a full face helmet. We went on our first date. A year later and another visit to Vancouver. Scott rode his single speed with front suspension. He brought a lot of lycra. We went on another date.

He also brought my new cross country bike over the border. A rhodochrosite red Siren with fluorite purple bling-bits. Color scheme inspired by the Colorado State Mineral type locality from the Sweet Home Mine near Alma. It's cool to be a geek.

Scott built. We rode.

Unlike my all-mountain Enduro, the Siren actually likes climbing. The 29" front wheel rolls like a dream and doesn't wheelie up at the first hint of steepness. The front fork is still enough for how I ride the Shore and the soft-tail takes the edge off the roots and rocks. I'm loving the Ergon grips.

Saturday we rode to the North Shore Bike Fest for the Marathon XC race. The race was only 40 kms. It started by heading out on a paved multi-use path before heading back to the start line on double track. The course then headed across to Seymour Mountain on technical single track before the double track climb up Old Buck and the Baden Powell. Then my least favorite descent on the Shore- Severed Dick, a hike-a-bike up C-Buster, follwed by descending single track and a steep climb double track climb to the start area. The finish line was a decsending, big chain ring ripping, 5 km crushed gravel path.

I doubt this will ever happen again, but as the start and finish were all about pushing the BIG chain ring I got in front of Scott. He just about caught me on the Old Buck/Baden Powell climb. I heard his voice part way down Severed Dick and stopped to give him a kiss. We rode together for a while until he crashed (not a bad one!). I stopped until he reminded me this was a race. The Siren *loves* to climb so I managed to reel in a few guys on the last long climb :) If I can't descend worth shit I should at least climb well! Scott finished a few minutes behind me. It was not a good course for a single speed. I almost felt guilty everytime I shifted to the big ring.

I learned that some people are bothered by chatting on climbs during a race... that there are a lot of sandbaggers in citizen class... and that riding home from a race is hard.

Just Cause

Sunny Weekend

Vancouver is having more frequent sunny and warm days. Satuday the company I work for, AMEC, had organized a work-party at the Richmond Fruit Tree Project's Farm. The Fruit Tree Project started with people donating extra fruit from their back yard trees to the food bank. The project in Richmond has expanded and includes a few hectares of an urban farm. The volunteer argo-ecologist working at the farm thinks the farm donated either 2,000kg or 20,000kg of fruit and veggies to the Richmond Food Bank last year.

We weeded the strawberries that were just putting out blooms and hoed a few rows to make raised beds in one of the fields. AMEC provided an amazing lunch from One World Catering! A box lunch with zero throw-away waste, organic ingredients, cloth napkin, real flatware, turtle shaped salt and pepper shakers. Lovely. Yummy.

Sunday I was attempting a dirt double-double-- 2 laps on Burnaby Mountain, 2 laps on Seymour. Good weather again. Left the condo at 8:30, ride to Burnaby, up Pandora, down Nicole's, up Dead Moped and the TransCanada, down Pandora.

Tires back on the North Shore at 12:10. Climb to the Lynn Canyon Trails, across to Bridal Path, up Old Buck, down Severed Dick. Actually, scoping Severed to see just how much of it I will be walking when this is part of the XC course in 2 weekends. I'll be walking a lot.
I also bailed on a second lap in favor of a trip to the garden store. Must have been feeling inspired from working at the farm. My track record with growing plants is poor, so it was important to keep the captial costs low and recycle the box o' wine for the single tomato plant.
The boys checking out the kitty dope.