After two weeks of working in Vancouver I finally resumed my trip. As I need to be in Calgary in less than two weeks, I had to make up some time. I decided I'll try to get to the town of Hope, some 150 km east of Vancouver.
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My time in Vancouver was quite dull. The work kept me busy and I've seen most of the sights on previous visits, so I kept a low profile. I did meet quite a few interesting travellers in the backpacker's. One of which was Japanese Nishihara. He is doing a 3-4 month sea kayaking trip up the west coast. We chatted a lot and I learned much about the far-eastern cultures. A very interesting guy.
I sat off at 7am, which was just early enough to miss rush-hour traffic. Not that it would've made a big difference, since Vancouver is such a bicycle friendly city. I managed to get well beyond the down town area using designated bike routes. This is BC Place, where Canada won the gold in hockey at the winter Olympics. Good memories.
The first half of the day went by at a descent pace. The scenery wasn't too spectacular as most of the route went through the outer suburbs and the surrounding towns. The photo above is pretty much what the scenery of the latter part of the day looked like. Farmlands, with the mountains in the background.
I like the look of these barns. Felt like a twister was going to come through at any minute. Speaking of which; the wind was at my back for the most part of the day, and I managed to clock several speedy kilometres. Shhhwooosh...
I made it to Hope at 5:30-ish. My estimates was around 8, so I was very pleased with my time. It was still a long day of cycling, but I think I got the hydration and nourishment just right. Naturally the wind and the fresh legs also helped a lot.
The name "Hope" allegedly comes from the early settlers whom marked this as the spot where one "abandons all hope". Not too sure if that's true, but it is the last town before the mountains start, so I wouldn't be too surprised. This nice little town on the banks of the massive Fraser river lays claim to be "the carving capital of the world". With all the carvings dotted around the centre, that might just be true too. I camped in the middle of town at the natively owned Telte-Yet camp site, right next to the river. The perfect spot to end a long day on the road.
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