The Chilcotins. That's right, you've probably heard of the place. But have you been there? Well I hadn't, and neither had Chris. However, we had two veterans to lead the rooks. What were we in for here? Well, we had a 4 hour drive to figure that out. First we had to jelly all our junk into the rear of the Steed van...
We crept up on it at night, so not to cause a stir. We for sure stirred up some dust on the Hurley. I used most of the time to catch up on napping. Chris and I were practically penned in the back with duffel bags, sleep seemed like a good option considering the 6+ hour ride the following day.
Once out of Pemberton we were cell phone free. Which to some may be terror, and others a blessing. It depends how attached you are to your iphones, or your sweethearts.
A few more Kim Steed performance miles later and were were settin' up camp! Toss on the 'ol Petzl and pitch a tent. We consumed a few mandatory beers, and crushed a large 7 layer dip and chips before calling it a night. Zip up the tent and get some shut eye was the plan for the next few hours until morning called.
Giant was nice enough to set me up with a 2011 Trance X1 to ride for the weekend. But, I couldn't ride it without the Steed Cycles touch. C'est Magnifique!
A hot bowl of oatmeal, and equally hot mug of coffee is all it takes to give Kimbo an ear to ear grin. The clean, lake front air, and the strong sent of fresh coffee pulled my lazy butt out of the tent in the morning.
We checked over all the bikes after re-assembling them from the jammed van that was our transportation. A line of Santa Cruz' and my lone Giant were going to get us up into the alpine back country sooner than we knew.
The food and coffee lifted our spirits enough so that we could focus on the day ahead. We stood by the lake taking it all in.
I've heard of these so called epics in the Chilcotins before. Last year I had planned on taking part, and a sprained wrist kept me kickin' my boots. And here I was about to get it on. Sitting by the lake preparing for the ride, I have in my head other's remarks of epic singletrack, amazing riding, sweeping corners, and float planes. We were not boarding a plane today. But, what would this really be like?
Well, after this sweet group photos we were on our way to find out!
...and we were off! So far it went like this, pedal pedal pedal, do we take this left, yep, no wait... nope. Ok, next left. Pedal pedal pedal. Wooooow look at that view. Pedal pedal pedal.
Wow, look around you. See, Kim is impressed. And after the last pedal pedal pedal. Take a moment to eat some food, and look around. I was starting to see what this Chilcotin thing was all about.
We saw more wildlife than a couple of bees, such as a gofer, and many chipmunks. Thankfully, although maybe cool from a distance, we did not see any Grizzly bears.

Fairly early in our ride we came accross Taylor cabin. It looks like a smelly, dark, old cabin. It was. Cool for sure though. There was a small wood stove inside, and a bunch of junk.
Besides being sunny, but not too hot, and not seeing and Grizzlies, our timing was also great. The whole area was bursting with colours from a wide variety of wild flowers. It was quite a site rolling through a blanket of purple and yellow.
We were pretty pumped when we made it to the top of one of the passes. Man, did I feel like we were in the middle of nowhere. Well, my hunch was right. Although we were on horse trails and not lost, we were out there! So far I gathered, with all my senses, that this was part of this meaning, "epic". We hadn't done too much descending at this point so I wasn't ruling out that there was "amazing riding", but it was really about where you were and how you got there.
That's what I'm talking about! cutting a line through wide open meadows, and kickin' up dust. What a picture! It was actually difficult not to pull your camera out and take a photo every two seconds.
The zigging and zagging was a lot of fun, but pretty short thus far. It was just awesome to see where we were riding our bikes.
We had mostly been climbing, but although short, the descents were pretty cool when we hit them. It really is different here than riding elsewhere. BC has some amazing riding, and each place has its own flavor.
Cabin number two I am going to call "feelin' it cabin". At this point we were feelin' it. We were at a good elavation here and after a tough climb it wasn't easy to catch your breath. We re-grouped, ate more grub, and layered up against the cool breeze.
Being way out here and experiencing this place its no wonder there are cabins like this out here. But, it makes you think, who thought of trekking out here in the first place?
That is where we came from... Not Chris Brown specifically.
...and this is where we were heading. This pass, was THE descent! Whoop whoop!
a bit tired now, though it wasn't on our minds as we got to shred now.
Don't get me wrong, I (now, somehow) like climbing, (and some of the climbs were epic too) but, after all that climbing we earned our turns. We we lovin' the downhills, and just happened to find a three week old trail to add to the fun. Lick Lower was sick, and made the day even better!

Getting back to camp we tossed the bikes aside. I pinned it down the hill on my bike into the lake to cool off! and then we located the post ride beers, and celebrated an epic day!
So what are the Chilcotins all about after all? When I was back I was asked would you do it again? I agree it is epic. But to me, its not the riding it self that makes the trip. Its the trip itself. Pedalling all that way in the back country's art gallery that is nature you are in a place that is wide open and raw. There is real wildlife, and there are real dangers. The Chilcotins have some very good riding, and there are rides that can challenge all, but its about the experience. The scenery was awesome, and we had a great time. Yes, I would do it again. Maybe a float plane drop next time. After all it is all about the experience.
We were pretty spent, so we made some great burgers and veggies on the BBQ, and made an effort to recover.

We got up pretty early, packed up camp, had a bit to eat and were on the road. However, we had to make a mandatory stop at the Mt. Currie coffee co on our way through Pemberton. They have great coffee, and equally good food, set in a cool atmosphere and walls lined with local art.
-Scott






















