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July 12th, 2015

What happened…

Andrew writes: The wind really whipped itself up last night over the lake, and the sound of it in the treetops was disconcerting at times. Am I going to be killed by a tree crashing into my tent?? What’s that sound?? Ok, it’s nothing. Just go to sleep. Zzzz. Wait, what was that!? Zzzz.

Amanda positioned the tent so that I was first in line for the early morning rays of the sun. I’ll have to figure out a way to get her back. We had no trouble breaking camp, and first climbed out of the campground, and then kept on climbing even more. I somehow had it in my head that today would be mostly flat. Oh well, all in all I’d say it was sort of a ho-hum, hum-drum kinda day.

We got rained on for a bit, traffic was light, and the road was in great condition for the first 40km. The last 20km was quite rutted, and left me with a tingling in my teeth from all of the chattering.

You know that feeling you get when your “song” comes on the radio? Well, I spent the last 10km just rocking out, full-speed ahead, guns a blazing! Before I knew it, I was at Rocky Point Rec Site. I spied a picnic table in a clearing from the road, right on a rocky point, and knew that was where I wanted to spend the night. We pulled in to the empty campsite, went for a swim in the warm waters of Adams Lake, did some laundry, cooked a wonderful meal I call, “Tandoori Tuna”, and crawled into the tent just as a fog started to settle in over the lake surface.


Amanda writes:
Today’s ride was on a forest service road (FSR). For the most part the road was in pretty good shape and traffic was light. We came across a sign that said the annual fishing derby was today! So we went down to check it out. The fisherman were on the water doing their thing and the party didn’t start until five so we headed out.

The road was undulating all day but nothing too harsh after the first climb was out of the way. We ran into some cows on the road who didn’t like Andrew’s approach with them and they basically blocked our way and yelled at us. We took this opportunity to have lunch. After 40K the road deteriorated and it was hard riding. We kept riding for another 20K before calling it quits at a wonderful secluded recreation site. The road left me thinking that I’m done with trails and FSR roads. The site is certainly lots quieter than last nights camp with 20+ kids.


Today’s Photographs

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