I’ve yet to write a post about the incredible trails that grace us Canadian mountain bikers.
This is wrong.
I dreamt about having a bike while I was in Rio.
I cursed the flat flood plains where Buenos Aires was conveniently situated for being a terrible place to get in a good ride.
Then, when I finally come home to one of the most beautiful places in the world, western Canada, and have some of the best rides of my life, I don’t write about them.
That’s not cool.
Well I’m going to work on changing that.
The mountain biking in western Canada is world class, and I’m lucky enough to have it in my backyard.
I have the privilege of packing up my car, driving a few hours, and having some of the world’s best trails to ride.
Need a new place to ride, with some new scenery?
Pack up the car, and drive a few hours down the road.
Within a day’s drive of Calgary, my home, I have a laundry list of amazing places where people travel from aroundthe world, (and rightfully so) to ride.
By the end of August I’ll have ridden my bike in Kananaskis, Bragg Creek, Whitefish (in the US, but still,) Fernie, Salmon Arm, Kelowna, Nanaimo, Victoria, Vancouver, Squamish, and Whistler.
Not a bad month now is it?
Along the way I’ve constantly been amazed at the really cool people that I’ve met through riding. So far this month I’ve ridden with about 15 different people, ranging in skill from a recreational-group-ride-I’m-happy-to-be-out-once-a-month type, to a US pro downhiller (not kidding. He came fifth in a major US downhill race last year. This guy can ride!)
Of course I’ve also ridden with some of my best bros, who can really rip it too. I’ve become a better rider in the last few weeks, and the growing is part of the beauty of the sport.
If you’re ever around Calgary, lets ride. Until then, pedal on.