Weekend bike tour: Harrison Hot Springs

Nick and I have dipped our toes into cycle touring several times in over the last eight years. With the exception of two trips, someone else has always carried our gear, leaving us free to ride unencumbered through beautiful landscapes. And even when we carried gear, we only carried clothing and water, relying on hostels and motels for accommodation.

We’ve done enough backpacking and seen enough presentations by Willie Weir to know, however, that as delightful as it is to have the gear truck following you wherever you go, we were missing something. An element of adventure that only comes when you’re fully self-sufficient.

So, after realizing that I couldn’t climb this weekend due to a recently sprained ankle, I invited Nick to join me on an overnight trip to Harrison Hot Springs, BC. The modus operandi: carry what we would need to camp overnight, worry about where we would sleep when we got there, and enjoy the ride.

The drive up to Mission, BC was entirely uneventful. We found just the right parking spot at Canadian Tire near the start of our route and loaded up. All told, I think my bike and gear weighed about 60 pounds. Knowing we had about 40 miles ahead of us, we made the first great decision of the weekend: Timbits for lunch!

Before we’d even placed our order, a gaggle of about 10 recreational cyclists from Vancouver mobbed the restaurant. Nick answered questions about his Recycled Cycles jerseys while the group eyed us suspiciously. Apparently, panniers loaded with granola and underwear do not mix with carbon fiber Euro-faux-pro.

Once we were sufficiently amped on powdered sugar, we hit the road – and coincidentally our first bump in the road. Nick’s rack system, which had worked well supporting two panniers on previous trips, wasn’t up to the job of carrying the added drybag with tent and sleeping bag. Every time he hit a big bump, the rack would rotate backwards and start rubbing on his tire. After a couple of quick-fix attempts, we pulled over in Dewdney, got out the tools, and showed the rack who was boss.

Thankfully, whatever bike-whispering Nick did seemed to work for the rest of the trip. We did make a mental note, however, that a new bike for Nick with eyelets for attaching a rack properly to the bike frame was on the list upgrades we’d make for our next trip.

The rest of the day we felt like we were flying with the gods thanks to a brisk tailwind and mostly flat road. Views of various lakes and rivers kept opening up to keep us entertained.

We pulled into the town of Harrison Hot Springs around 3 o’clock. Given the late hour and the fact that we didn’t have a campsite reservation for the night, we decided to forgo exploring the town and head out to Sasquatch Provincial Park. Four hilly miles later, we got to the park entrance and the sign that said all campsites were full. We debated whether to go checkout the campsites anyway. Chief among the arguments against this was fact that it was another 4 miles uphill on dirt road to reach the campsites. On the other hand, turning around surely meant camping in an RV park or spending a lot of money on an overpriced hotel back in town. With the remote possibility of sharing a campsite with a nice couple or finding a sympathetic ranger who would let us camp on a spare patch of grass, we continued on.

The gods must have still been with us, because about 2 miles in, we flagged down a ranger who was able to direct us to an open campsite near Deer Lake. The people who were supposed to be staying there were evicted the previous night when their drunken party got out of hand. Their bad, our luck.

B.C. campgrounds don’t have showers, but they do have lakes. So after setting up the tent, we rode a mile or so down the road and washed off the day’s hard work.

When we got back, our neighbors from Ontario – John & Barb – had fired up their camp stove and invited us to share the corn they bought earlier that day. Of course we said yes (it was the polite thing to do…) and that led to an evening of telling tall tales about our road adventures, swatting mosquitoes, and drinking cherry wine (it’s as bad as it sounds). When we finally crawled into bed, sleep came easily.

The following morning, we packed up and headed back into town. Morning light on Harrison Lake was beautiful.

All good vacation towns have a beach-side promenade, and Harrison Hot Springs didn’t disappoint.

We picked up some sandwiches, Okanogan cherries, and roasted hazelnuts from just down the road. We also paused to greet the local wildlife.

I wish I could say that the ride back to Mission, BC was as pleasant as the previous day’s ride. Headwinds make for a pretty miserable bike ride when your bike is shaped like a refrigerator box. I kept glancing down at my odometer, watching the tenths of a mile slide by at a geologically slow pace. “Let’s see,” I’d say to myself, “we’ve covered a mile point three, which means we have only sixty point….” About then a car would whoosh past, and I’d lose my train of thought and have to start my calculations all over again.

Thankfully there were all sorts of interesting things to see on the second leg of our trip, including several drive-through corn stands.

And happy cows.

Around lunchtime, we found a beautiful road-side park, where we could practice the fine art of cycle-lingering. Whenever we’ve been on group bike tours, I’ve always been amazed at the number of riders who hop on their bikes at the crack of dawn and zoom to the day’s destination. As far as I know, there is no podium at the end of a day’s bike tour. Taking time to stop forward motion, pause, and soak up your surroundings…that’s what bike touring is all about.

As we continued on, the winds got stronger, and our strength melted. Downshift and spin was about all we could do. When we finally made it back to the Mission Bridge near our car, we mustered big smiles, knowing we’d had one heck of an adventure.

If you’re even remotely interested in following our wheel, here are the maps for the two days. Click on the pictures to go to turn-by-turn directions.

Day 1:

Day 2:

3 comments for “Weekend bike tour: Harrison Hot Springs

  1. Ian
    August 10, 2011 at 1:18 pm

    That sounds utterly fantastic. I’m sorry to hear about your ankle, but I hope you heal up fully & fast!

    ~all the best

    • Carry
      August 10, 2011 at 4:15 pm

      Bummer about the ankle indeed, but you have to admit that this is a pretty sweet consolation trip 😉

  2. CHP
    August 10, 2011 at 8:45 pm

    Ah, Timbits … 13 to a dozen!

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