Cycling Through Kootenay Magic: A Day to Remember

The sun peeked over the horizon, as if saying, “Hey, sleepyheads, time to caffeinate those pedals!” The Prestige in Rossland had provided us with soft beds, fluffy pillows, and a team that truly went the extra mile.

We were treated to breakfast with the Ladies of the Castlegar Royal Canadian Legion — a tradition etched in camaraderie and a generous drizzle of maple syrup.

With Nelson beckoning, we pedaled toward its sunlit streets. The Kootenays unfolded before us— stunning mountains, lakes, and the occasional rogue elk striking a pose for the cameras. Headwinds challenged us, but our lead riders—let’s call them Inspector Spandexalot and Constable Smiles-a-Lot—worked their magic. Honks and waves from passing cars fueled our resolve. And that one confused turkey? It tried to join the peloton, but we politely declined.

The Crescent Valley Fire Hall was a haven for our tired legs. It was heartwarming to see the volunteers there to greet us. We then glided onto the rail trail, tracing the Slocan River. Nature greeted us—the rustle of leaves, the promise of hidden vistas, and the occasional squirrel gossiping about our helmet hair.

Next, we headed to Nelson, the crown jewel of the Kootenays. Our stop at the picturesque Nelson RCMP detachment provided breathtaking views of the Big Orange Bridge (BOB) spanning Kootenay Lake. We savored delicious BBQ hamburgers and shared heartfelt reflections on this remarkable journey. Today, a kind woman approached us at one of our stops, expressing how our charity had touched her family and how much our support meant to them. Moments like these provide fuel for our tired legs.

Proctor awaited us with promises of cinnamon buns and coffee. Harrop Ferry whisked us across the lake, its turquoise waters shining. Lisa and her Proctor Bakery crew worked their magic on their day off, and their secret ingredient? Pure, heartfelt hospitality.

As we rode the bus back to Nelson, it was time to reflect. Why do we ride? Not just for the vistas or the wind in our hair, but for the families and children who cheer us on. Sometimes our legs tire as we pedal, but their courage propels us forward. Also, because biking is the only socially acceptable way to wear neon spandex without judgment.

A big thanks to Nelson Rotary for the amazing dinner and support at beautiful Lakeside Park. We’re off to the wonderful Prestige Lakeside Resort in Nelson for a much anticipated, comfortable night’s rest.