Somehow, two months have passed since we crossed into Canada.
Now, on the tail-end of our visit to this foreign land, we’re at a provincial campground in Fernie, BC.
Technically, Fernie was our initial stop in Canada, but we arrived late in the day and were anxious to push forward, so we only stayed one night.
A few days into our current stay, I’m totally smitten for Canada’s 692nd largest city (population 5,249).
Situated in a glacial valley, this townsite is fully encircled by the Rocky Mountains in all directions and plays host to the Elk River and its three lazy tributaries. Collectively, Mother Nature has done magic in melding the mountains with the rivers.
Small as it is, this place has a great vibe and is dominated by actual residents – not tourist (like me). It feels real. It has a outdoor soul. I love it here.
And, the biking is sic. Trails are numerous and riders roam everywhere. Whether you ride a $10k dream bike or a $10 dollar Schwinn two decades past its prime, you’ll easily roll around town with others – everyone leaving the car at home.
Sunday morning we cross back into the US. But not before I squeeze in a few more hours of riding.
A return visit cannot come soon enough.
I had one of those $10 Schwinn’s.