A Summer in Squamish

Well, Squamish, it’s been a slice. Seven months ago I arrived in this fast-growing Sea-to-Sky mountain town ready for a new adventure, unsure what I might find.

For the first two months, I found rain. And more rain. As the summer months turned to warm blue skies I found much, much more. I discovered a whole new style of riding, more technical than anything I’ve known before. The trails here challenged my skill-set, my endurance, my hard-tail bike and certainly my nerve. To really test myself, I successfully entered both the Nimby 50 and Spakwus 50 mountain-bike races. Heck, I even co-hosted the 100km 100 Reasons to Hate Yourself mtb race here in town.

As I explored the steep logging roads that zig-zag all over this spectacular Province, I discovered a whole new world that lead to all sorts of adventures. To really enjoy the suffering of these seldom-ridden roads, I completed the mighty Hellracer 250, truly one of the toughest days on the bike I’ve experienced in a long time.

The town I discovered is one where those born-and-raised here are few and far between. While it has an incredibly vibrant and active mountain-bike scene spearheaded by the Squamish Off-Road Cycling Association(SORCA), I found it a very tough community to break into. “Cliquish” and “transient” being two words that aptly describe my experience trying to make new friends. Don’t even ask about my success meeting pretty ladies.

Two days ago I went out for my last ride of this summer in Squamish. After nearly three hours of climbing, I was rewarded with the most spectacular views I’ve seen all season.

Suffering through seemingly unending rains followed by the congestive smoke from the summer’s devastating wild fires, I finally discovered why people flock to this iconic mountain-bike destination. Enjoying a beer at the end my race, I looked up and found that perhaps I had more friends here than I was willing to recognize. Rachelle, Eric, Nate, Kristen, Catherine & Greg, Evan, Phil, Armand and the Republic Bicycles crew.

Sitting here in the van, just an hour away from leaving Squamish for Rossland, BC then all the way to Ontario, I wonder about next year. Will I return to Squamish? Should I continue to pick away at the trails and the people of this town to find my place within it? Or do I try somewhere else, see what else this Province has to offer?

For now, I’m not going to worry about that. Rather, I’ll just continue to turn my pedals one at a time, letting the trail unfold in front of me. I’m sure the answer will be just over the next hill, maybe around the next piece of single-track.
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