The BMW R1200GS hums calmly, pottering on without a worry in the world. It has made the same journey before while I, on the other hand, am new and nervous. I haven’t seen another person in hours. I’m riding slowly, on dusty gravel roads, in jeans and a shirt, somewhere in the Canadian Rockies with nothing more than a pathetic little stick for protection and I can’t keep my eyes on the road. I can’t help it; they’re darting frantically, scanning the thick forest for bears. The last 20 people I’ve met warned me about bears on this trail but offered no advice for when I come face to face with one. What happens if I turn a corner and find one in my path? It’s too tight to perform a U-turn and I’m not about to play chicken with a grizzly. All I can do to preoccupy my mind is immerse myself in the sights and enjoy the most beautiful place I’ve ridden in my life.
Some 1000 miles south of where I am the world and its dog is flying in to the US to ride the same old, virtually worn out cliché that is Route 66. Every Harley rider both sides of the pond has been there and done that. This, however, is fresh beauty; this is where you need to be for the greatest riding week of your life and have a real adventure in the Rockies with a GS, on open roads, with epic backdrops and more wildlife than you can shake a broken twig at.
500 miles from anywhere
“You better watch it; there are bears where you’re heading.” I know, I know, so everyone keeps telling me. But I haven’t seen any since leaving Vancouver and it’s now day four. I’m so worked up about bears that anything I see moving instantly transforms itself into a grizzly. I’ve yanked the brakes for wild boar, deer and even a squirrel. But it doesn’t matter; that raw, untainted nature is one of Canada’s most mesmerising features. And there is no better way to experience it than on a motorcycle. I swapped some money for a 2010 BMW R1200GS in Vancouver, stashed a map in my pocket, waterproof throwovers, shorts, t-shirt, towel and a toothbrush in a pannier and set-off for Mount Robson, the highest mountain in the Rockies. Easy as that. Now here I am, at a truck stop in the middle of nowhere, 500 miles from Vancouver, talking to a trucker about bears and cafés. “Café? You’re in the boon dogs out here son,” he chuckled. “Just keep on heading north!” he shouted from his truck as he rammed it into gear and chugged away, plumes of black smoke in tow. No lattes for me then. I’ve got enough sandwiches and fuel to last the day, so I double check my map one more time and hang a left onto the gravel pathway between the trees.
Chasing the rapids
The track carves through the forest and runs parallel with an endless river. I start to race alongside the water as it slaps the rocks and weaves its way through the woodland. I stand tall on the pegs, flick the GS to ‘enduro’ mode and pick up the pace. The big BMW makes light work of the trail as it purrs alongside the frosty blue water. Frothy white foam bubbles over rocks and the surface sparkles like a thousand camera flashes. It’s captivating and I ride alongside for hours, chasing the rapids, glancing at the eagles flying overhead. It doesn’t feel real. The road network cuts through places I shouldn’t really be. It’s too natural, too idyllic. It’s a place only great explorers should be able to reach, but instead of lusting over their pictures in National Geographic, you can rent a bike and ride through an otherwise unreachable land for a few hundred quid. After a full day in the dust, the trail slowly returns to Tarmac and I sit back down, flick the riding mode back to ‘comfort’ and await a new, ever-changing backdrop.
Riding into the sky
Since I left Vancouver the road has been a continuous incline to the sky. I keep a steady throttle and raise my left hand, the clouds are so close it feels like I can tickle their bellies. It’s now day five and I’m at the start of the Icefields Parkway, one of Canada’s greatest national treasures. The 144-mile stretch of road links Banff to Jasper and cuts straight through the Rockies, taking in some of the most spectacular scenery in North America. In winter the road is whitewashed with snow, while in the height of summer the ancient glaciers melt and the ice cold water runs into rivers alongside the road. I’m only a little way in when the highway starts to empty and everyone seems to be heading in the other direction with cars and bikes flashing and waving at me. I double check I’m on the right
side of the road and keep going until I finally realise what they’re escaping from. Humungous plumes of brown and yellow smoke bellow from the trees and helicopter blades thwack through the air as buckets of water are released from long pipes onto a raging forest fire.
Into bear country
The Icefields Parkway is where everyone says I’ll see the bears, I’ve been looking forward to it since Gatwick and the screen, twist the throttle wide open and ride hard until I can only see the smoke in my mirrors. An hour later the police closed the entrance so I was lucky to make it through. I thought the bears would be hard to spot, but casually strolling just four metres from the highway is a black bear with two cubs in tow. I cut the engine, slowly get off the bike and gently follow the bear, not daring to step on the grass – as if the Tarmac will protect me. Four metres, three, two and I’m getting closer. The bears are chewing on shrubs and pretending I’m not there. I’m transfixed until I hear a car brake harshly. “You’re an idiot for getting that close!” a woman shrieks before wheelspinning away. The bear looks at me as if to say “she has a point”, so I retreat slowly and ride off with the biggest smile. Another 20 miles down the road I see a brown grizzly crashing through the bushes. No way was I getting anywhere near that one.
True biking paradise
As I begin the ride back to Vancouver, the terrain changes every 100 miles as the road wriggles through the Rockies into monumental national parks, up and over snow-capped passes, into ranch towns, through 42°C deserts and through canyons and gorges. The Sea to Sky Highway from Whistler to Vancouver is a cleverly crafted ribbon of Tarmac that flows along the coast, wrapping around the mountains. Every section seems to be shaped especially for bikes as they run adjacent to crystal waterfalls, turquoise lakes and more natural beauty than you can imagine. Pack a rucksack, take a good camera and book a cheap last minute flight. This is where you need to be.
Have a go yourself;
“Canada’s best feature is the vast amount of nothingness. All of England is 130,000km2 while British Columbia alone is 944,000 km2 with the population of 4.6 million, that's less than half of the population of London. British Columbia offers a true sense of adventure that's getting harder and harder to find these days, couple that with our renowned Canadian hospitality and that's what makes Canada the perfect riding destination. Here’s what you need for the trip and a breakdown of costs”
Mike Gat, Cycle BC
Thanks to Cycle BC for the GS rental, visit www.vancouver.cyclebc.ca
What you need
Luggage systems, helmets and gloves are included for riders and pillions, so just pack a jacket, a toothbrush, sun cream and a camera. August guarantees warm, dry weather but there’s less traffic in September and you can wear full kit without getting too hot.
- 1600 miles over 8 days
- Petrol is £0.81 per litre
- £600 for a week bike with discounts for longer rentals
- Return flights to Vancouver cost around £700 on average
- B&Bs are popular and cost around £45 a night
- Food and drink costs are similar to UK prices
Photos: Alissa Potter