This peak is included in my list as one of my only cycling summits. You can’t ride all the way to the summit, you have to hike up the last 100m or so.
I normally go out to Invermere every May and start my mountain biking season with a ride up this 700 meter vertical road that is stretched out over 5k. It seems to get more traffic now than in previous years and is dusty at times, but I’ll go back when the new bike is ready and look up a few friends while I’m there.
Although it’s not as long as the 16km Paradise Mine road across from the Panorama Ski Hill, the grade makes it fairly grueling. I’ve only cycled up it nonstop once. Other times have seen me put a foot down for a break or simply because I lost balance.
I must mention my trusty MTB’s, so here are some photo’s of those.
My S Works replacement frame (M4), it has a smoother ride with a stiffer rear triangle for climbing. It’s a roomier fit for me too. I can really charge on this one. Specialized is a snooty organization, but they make incredible metal matrix frames
Below are some picture of my old mountain biking buddy Earl Woodward and just some of the people he lived with while he was in Invermere B.C.
It’s too bad he doesn’t live out there anymore, those were the best days of my life, so far. He had some great friends, and great parties. I also love mountain biking; I liken it to terrestrial flying!
The photo below is of Earl and I in the middle of one of our many MTB trips around the Invermere area. Between us are Jim and Yves.
Tragically Yves took his own life a short time after this photo was taken. None of us could tell that he was in pain and was hurting. He always had a gentle laugh, seemed to be busy getting a tan, and had visits from friends. I’ve heard it said that men don’t have nearly the capacity for love that a woman has. All I can say about that notion is, people don’t kill themselves because they have no feelings or are made of stone.
Men’s men: gentle or simple, they’re much of a muchness.
1819-1880, British Novelist
Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.
BC 448-380, Greek Comic Poet, Satirist