West of Kamloops I was presented with a choice. I could continue on the Trans-Canada, or I could take the more direct Hwy 5. I'd read that traffic was a little more wild on Hwy 5, but passing vehicles on the road hadn't been an issue yet, so I disregarded this information.
I looked into the impending choice one last time during the night I spent in Kamloops and found a site (hopebc.ca) that detailed popular cycling routes through BC. Here I learned that Hwy 5 is more hilly and has a poor shoulder—and believe me, it must be shit because BC has had the worst shoulder on Hwy 1 that I've seen all trip. Another thing about Hwy 5 is that you don't even get bragging rights for taking it because Hwy 3 is allegedly the tougher route. So, with all this in mind, I took Hwy 1.
I started today thinking I was gonna cover the 140km to Hope, where Hwy 1 and 5 converge. This was, of course, providing the wind was nice to me. It wasn't. So, after a few hours pedalling, I set my sights to Yale instead.
I passed another cyclist today (me? Passing someone? That's a development) at the bottom of a hill, where he seemed to be taking a break. I forgot about him soon after, but a couple hours later, I bumped into him again as he entered the same restaurant I'd stopped in. We didn't talk, though and he was only just getting his food when I left. I checked out his bike before going. A Marin just like mine, but a different model.
Some hours later I stopped in another restaurant, figuring I needed another protein boost for the legs. But this didn't do much and even my eyes were growing tired, so I chose reluctantly to stay in Boston Bar. I checked in at a motel and decided to order a drink in the empty pub at the other side of the building. The first alcohol I've imbibed since my departure. What a treat. Plus it fits the lonesome traveller cliche, so what the hell.
Do you know de wae?
I'm so high right now.
A forgotten relic.
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Jeremy to the West
NonfiksiIn 2018 I rode my bicycle across Western Canada, covering about 2300km. It's been two years and I figured I'd release my journal entries here for anyone interested in what a trip like this does to a person's sanity. Given that they're real-life jou...