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In June of 1996 I sold my car and now rely on my bike as my main form of transportation. I have been an avid cyclist for more than 10 years, but now I use my bike for getting groceries, attending business meetings, and doing errands, as well as recreation and sport. Several of the people living on my block get around on bikes and there are more and more cycling commuters passing by on a daily basis. Some days I dread getting on, but once I am out, I can ride all day.
I sign-up as a volunteer each year and it allows me to get some advice from the pros. My jobs have varied, but mostly I work as a race marshall. That's me holding the flag in far left corner (with the day-glo vest) signalling to the next race marshall that the cyclists are rounding the corner. When you hear the pack go by, the sound and speed combine to be incredibly thrilling. My neighbours are all cyclists and cycle to work almost every day. One of my neighbours was the reason that the Victoria Bastion Square race is so successful. Cycling in Victoria is typically wonderful. The weather is perfect for cycling during most of the year. Many portions of the city have minimal traffic, well-paved streets, wonderful gardens, ocean views, and great snack places. One route I generally take provides heady aromas of flowering plants and that wonderful yeasty bun smell from a local bakery. The city is becoming more cycle oriented with both on and off road cycle paths, bike lockers downtown, and lots of bike shops. No wonder the city is now called "The Cycling Capital of Canada."
Cycling events have increased in Victoria, particularly with the addition of a velodrome, courtesy of the Commonwealth Games. But the premier event of the year is the Bastion Square Cycling Festival. This event includes the Tour d'Garden City which now has about 1000 riders of all ages and includes tour lengths up to 100km. Hope to see you there.
I love Mexican food, so my cycling through the California Wine Country was punctuated by stopping at local tacquerias to consume my favourite treat - hand-made tamales and tortillas. Purchasing wine at the various wineries was made even easier since I could leave my selections there and the Backroads van would come by and pick it up.
I wanted to challenge myself to see how well I could do on such a trek and also I wanted to gain the wonderful vista of the mighty Pacific Ocean from a highly rural mountainside. The climb began in very warm, sunny weather with beautiful blue skies and fresh, clean air to cool me down. However, about three-quarters of the way to the top, I encountered incredibly thick gray-white fog. I could barely see the markers on the road, let alone the Pacific Ocean. I could also tell that the road I was on was little travelled by automobile, and had many potholes, thus slowing my cycling even more.
I reached the summit, and the fog, if it can be possible, became even thicker! But rather than being annoyed at the missed opportunity for an ocean vista, I was able to enjoy the eerie feeling of being completely alone, completely in the daylight, with minimal visibility, and absolute silence. Or so I thought. Every now and then what seemed like a huge form would appear suddenly and directly in front of my bike. It was a cow! The fences in this part of the countryside were not repaired, so cattle crossed the road and grazed on various grasses growing in the roadway.
Having raised cattle myself, I knew how gentle and calm these animals were and I knew also there would be no bulls around since these were free-ranging Herefords. Cycling around them was like being on an obstacle course. The fog was moist and cool, but not chilling, so it was a pleasant, magical ride along the summit of this mountain. No autos passed in either direction. After about three miles, I came to the downhill side of the summit road. The fog began to clear, but the trees were so tall and wonderous that a view of the ocean could only be barely glimpsed. Only until I came to a steeper, smooth, flowing downhill road, did I start to view the magnificence that was the Pacific.
When I got to the Ocean Highway route with the smells of the salt, sand, rocks, and seaweed, it was exhilirating. During the swim in the pool and dip in the hot tub later that evening, we all laughed at the promise of the beautiful vista, but we were also grateful for the unique experience of cycling through fog and cattle.
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The trail ends (or starts) just at the edge of downtown Victoria. A number of cycling friendly streets are available for leisurely rides, some with bike lanes (a controversial topic among cyclists here in the city).
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The roads and shoulders are excellent and there are many opportunities to cycle on less travelled major byways where the deepest emerald blue lakes mirror snow-capped ragged peaks. Some of the climbs were long and tough, but there were many places to stop. Going off the main road often led to encounters with moose, antelope, bears, and international tourists. Several of the hikes took place on bridges constructed over narrow passageways. On many occasions I did not know what I would find at the end of the hike. Sometimes they would lead up a stream to a thunderous waterfall where multi-coloured wildflowers hung delicately from sheer rock walls; on other occasions, the hike would wind-up in a meadow surrounded by granite.
I started my journey in Banff, a very tourist oriented place, but with considerable charm. I finished my trip in Jasper, one of the greatest National Parks in Canada, and complete with hot showers for visiting cyclists. I stayed in hotels, inns, and lodges, but plenty of other people on bikes camped the whole way. The campgrounds are clean and quiet and very well-treed. So are the hotels.
The entire route is on wide roads with few cars and almost no intersections requiring a traffic stop. There are some challenging hills, a few gradual inclines and a number of long flat stretches with breath-taking views of the Olympic Mountains and the Straits of Juan de Fuca. My favorite vista is on Beach Drive where it divides the links of the Victoria Golf Club. Eventhough it is a downhill portion of the trip, I always slow down and marvel at the lush green fairways beyond which is the Trial Island Lighthouse and on some days, a view of Mt. Rainier, 300 kms away in the state of Washington.
The natural beauty of this route is enhanced by some amazing gardens, not just the changing displays in Beacon Hill Park, which is part of the route, but also the efforts of local gardeners to add spectacular plantings in their front yards. Although not open when I am speeding by on a downhill route, the Abkhazi Gardens are a great place to learn how a couple, prisoners of war during WWII, eventually found each other and came to Victoria and built one of the most romantic gardens in North America.
Some days when it is really cold, I can see my breath and my lungs ache for a short-time while I get used to the frigid air. On one day it started to snow while I was riding and although the snow did not stick to the ground, the feel of the snow on my face as well as the hypnotic flow of snow as I cycled through it was one of the most exhilirating rides.
The winds can sometimes make the ride very strenuous. There are some downhill sections where the wind makes it difficult to turn the cranks, but since my route is basically a round-trip, I eventually have the wind at my back. There is one section at Ross Bay just across from the Ross Bay Cemetery, the resting place for Emily Carr, where if the winds become too strong during a high tide, the road is closed to automobiles because the waves crash over the stone barrier and make the roadway very hazardous. I've seen other cyclists go for it, but my excuse is that I don't want to get salt in my derailer. I detour through the cemetery and visit some of the souls buried there.
I'd be glad to share the directions for this route. It's obviously not a secret since there are dozens of cyclists using it. However, if you are one of the those cyclists who passes me at twice my speed, feel free to say "Good morning. Great day for a ride."
I never ride without a helmet. A few riders do, some of them are in the elite class, some just dangle their helmets on their handlebars and some just refuse to wear them. One person I know who consistently won't wear a brain-saver believes he is making a political statement about government interfering in the private lives and decisions of its citizens. I'll remember that when I'm visiting him in the hospital.
Cycling early in the morning suits me. Traffic is at a minimum. Most people on the streets at that time are cyclists, runners and dog walkers. And the route that I take for the most part has a speed limit of 30Kh or 40Kh. It's mostly residential so no trucks. When the cruise ships are in there might be extra tour buses but they thrive on low speed.
I like cycling alone. Sometimes I might think about something I'll be working on later in the day; sometimes I can sing to myself, and sometimes I go completely into the zone. I like setting my own pace. I've learned that while I've garnered praise as an employee in the many jobs I've had, I am at my most productive when I am my own boss. I get far more done working for myself than I ever did working for someone else.
Usually I don't stop to talk so that I won't get chilled from the slowdown. But one day I encountered half a dozen friends in different places along the route and had a brief how-ya-doin with everyone. Two hours later I was back at home. I like being able to set my own schedule and I particularly like being able to put friendships at a higher level than routines.
Sidney, the location of our accountants, is about 40 k from our office. And except for a few streets, our office and the accountant's place of business are joined by a combination of the Galloping Goose Trail and the Lochside Trail.
Each year we pack all our tax records into our panniers, flatten a banker's box and tie it on to our rear carrier and make the trek to Sidney. Sure, we could just send the floppy disk by courier or send the data by email. But why miss out on one of the best recreational rides in all of Canada.
This urban and rural trail combination demonstrates one of the best uses of land, incredible cooperation between municipalities, strong advocacy of cycling coaltion members, and also reveals some of the most beautiful scenery on Vancouver Island. And you're not just observing from a car at 90-100k/hr, you get to interact with the smells of the ocean, farm tractors, pigs, horses, cattle, sheep, goats, alfalfa, and model airplane engines. You can stop and inspect the details of the artisitic murals painted on the walls of tunnels that take you under busy city streets. You can rest against the trestle railings while watching rowers compete on the Gorge waterway. And you can cycle over the busiest highway on Vancouver Island on a specially designed pedestrian/cyclist bridge, which I call the Goose Bump (named by my fellow cyclist, Dale) but officially called the Switch Bridge (after Dale's entry was too late to be included in the naming contest).
Just after the this bridge comes a major choice point. Go left, and travel along the highway and then out to the western communities, maybe all the way along the Galloping Goose to Metchosin, the gardens of Royal Roads University, Matheson Lake, Mom's Cafe, the Sooke Potholes and Leechtown (an abandoned gold mine); or go straight and continue out the Saanich Peninsula towards the airport, ferry terminal and the town of Sidney along the Lochside Regional Trail.
During tax time, I go straight and continue on the Lochside Trail, which is a combination of rural roads, old railway beds covered with wood chips or hard and loose gravel, quiet low-traffic streets that parallel the highway and pass by some spectacular waterfront homes, and a number of no-exit lanes that are connected by no-car passageways. There are five aspects of this trip that stand out for me. The first is the trestle that was created to cross Blenkinsop Lake. This trestle has built-in bird watching areas and I've seen Pergerine Falcons, Blue Herons and many types of ducks and other water fowl here. Before the trestle was built, the trail ended here and a significant detour was required. We tried one year to find our way through the 15 foot high thick brush and thorny vines, and after a while, we were up to our ankles in water and couldn't even turn our bikes around. I remarked to my partner, "I don't know if this is the right way," and he replied, "You think?" The beautifully built trestle has made this one of the awesome sights of this trail.
When I go on my tax trip, the trail is usually pretty quiet and there are few pedestrians and other cyclists. However, one aspect of this trail that is thrilling to me is that it passes by several horse farms and riding stables. Many riders use the trail and they are almost always very polite, typically walking or trotting, and expressing a greeting. I slow down and proceed with caution when passing horses so they won't get nervous or spook. I've owned horses and I use to ride quite a bit and I know that some horses have a sense of humour and might even purposely startle a cyclist.
The fourth element of the trail that is one of my favorites is the tranquility of the setting. A considerable portion of trail is long and straight and is completely covered by trees that form a roof-like canopy. There are no road noises. The softness of the trail itself quiets tire sounds and protects riders from the wind. This contrasts with a minor aspect of the trail that is a bit troubling. One municipality has not been as cooperative in supporting the trail as all the others. Passage through this area is on a city-type street that runs close to the main highway. There is no marked bike lane and cars that use this route often resent cyclists riding on the street instead of the gravel/dirt shoulder. Trail signage is poor in this area, and there's only one tricky and slightly dangerous spot.
While there are many other terrific aspects of this trail, such as the shimmering waters of Haro Strait, the view of the Gulf Islands, the activities of working farms, the shops and tea room at Mattick's Farm, the antique farm equipment at the Saanich Historical Artifacts display, an opportunity to picnic at Cy Hampson Park at Bazan Bay, where the Sidney Velo Cycling Club holds its cycling time trials, and the terrific restaurants and book stores in Sidney, my favorite is the model airplane club flying area. The grassy area includes picnic tables and is a great place to watch aerobatics and talk to the model builders and remote control pilots. I like their warning sign too that says, "Watch out for low flying aircraft."
On one trip my friend Mike and I initiated a conversation with an elderly pilot who was packing up his equipment. We were asking him if he had had previous flying experience and whether that prompted him to be a model builder. In his heavy German accent, he seemed reluctant to answer our questions and seemed suspicious of our motivation to know more about his experience. It turned out his worry might have had some basis. He had flown for the Luftwaffe during WWII and now he was living quietly in Canada. Mike and I both laughed that his checkered past was any of our concern, but we simultaneously remembered the classic skit from the TV-series, Fawlty Towers, starring John Cleese and the episode when German tourists come to stay at his English hotel. He instructs the staff to "make sure you don't mention the war!" and, of course, it happens over and over again.
Eventually I arrive at the accountant's office, take all the papers out of the panniers, re-construct the banker's box, put all the stuff inside and carry it into the office. I beam when they greet me and ask, "Did you bring all this on your bike?" From their office it's only a couple of minutes to any one of a number of great places to have lunch, tour the docks in Sidney, visit some bookstores, and then climb back on for the return trip.
The wind can sometimes be a problem during the first part of the return trip, which goes past the ferry dock for the Anacortes (Washington State) Ferry. It can make a pretty flat area seem like a continuous uphill. However, once you reach the green space the wind is no longer a factor. Another place right on the trail that's worth a visit on the way back is the Silkworm Display Centre, where they sell artificial plants.
I typically ride all the way back, reconnect with the Galloping Goose, continue on downtown to where the Goose ends at the Ocean Point Hotel and then continue on along the waterfront route to make it back to my office. The whole trip takes about 4.5 hours. You can also shorten the trip by skipping the Galloping Goose and driving to the Monkey Tree Inn Pub (at Borden and McKenzie Avenues), parking your car at the Don Mann excavating company site and cycling from there. When I'm on my way back and my seat is getting a little sore, I often say to myself, "Why didn't I do that!"
One final note. The last time I did the tax time trail, when I returned to the office there was a message from the accountants saying that I had forgotten to include an important report with the records I left them. They wanted to know if I could return relatively soon with this crucial document. My reaction as a recreational cyclist was, "I'm not sure my seat will take this 80k ride so soon." But then my business persona lit up and I said, "Sure, I can do it; it's a business expense."
Trivia Question: What is the longest continuous downhill cycling route (not including either Mt. Tolmie or Mt. Douglas) in the Greater Victoria area? ("Continuous downhill" basically means a public area, street, road, etc where the bike stays moving without turning the cranks.) Submit an answer to Rey and become eligible to win a Peer Resources Cycling Team jersey.
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