Waking up pretty bleary eyed, we grab a taxi into town for some early morning breakfast. The rain hadn’t stopped all night. We managed to find one place that opened at 6 am which was a blessing as we didn’t have any food with us at the house. We scoffed our breakfast but we were cutting it a bit fine. The shuttle was scheduled to leave at 06:45. It was 06:43 by the time we left the breakfast place. Still chewing on our last mouthfuls we made a dash for it.
Whilst moseying around the Canadian Rockies we found ourselves looking for something exhilarating to kick off our trip. Then we found Via Ferrata. Not QUITE sure what it was at first, we then saw it involved climbing mountains – so we decided to check it out. Boy, are we glad that we did
Day 2 – I knew I had a short 30k day ahead of me so this was the perfect remedy for Day 1. This was a very quaint ride along bike paths that meandered through rural and residential areas of Victoria Island. It was flat, there were plenty of people and it was just ‘nice’.
Somehow and somewhere I had decided to ride a bicycle from Vancouver to San Francisco. It’s about 1150 miles or 1800 KM. I can’t really remember what it was that made me think it was a good idea to do it – but it was “Something to do” once I moved to Vancouver.
Day 1 = WTF am I doing
I rose nice and early to catch my first ferry of the day from Horseshoe Bay, but the first task was to cross Vancouver City to get to the North Shore. Vancouver is the biggest city en route before San Francisco so although it’s pretty easy to navigate, it was a bit stressful.