Fernie, BC
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.
Also unexpected, were the trio of moose who came to graze outside my tent in the wee hours of the nights once the rains stopped. While I’d seen them earlier in the day in the lake, I didn’t expect them to so boldly enter camp. Simultaneously terrifying and amazing, I could hear the huge beasts chomping at grass and bushes just outside my tent.
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