Sunday, June 20, 2004
After a warm welcome and a hearty breakfast at the Sunshine Cafe, Angelo and I left Rossland and joined up again with the Number 3 highway East. The landscape surrounding the highway is lush with greenery, lakes and monster mountains. Five hours on the Number 3, we stopped in Fernie to see the town and check out more outdoor action.
Fernie is a small town in development for a big resort atmosphere. Fernie folks were friendly and laid back towards us. It had some of the charm of Rossland, though the construction was so extensive that it overwhelmed the beauty of the town itself. The elevation of Fernie must be quite high as we could spy the tree line on the bare faced mountain tops.
We headed to Mount Fernie Provincial Park and set out for another adventure in the woods; Angelo on his trusty Brodie bike and I in my lovely, new Adidas sneaks. At first I was hesitant to weave my way through the unknown trail network although after some encouragement from Angelo, I got out into it and explored the trail called Sherwood Forest. I imagined myself dressed in Robin Hood attire, shooting arrows at the unkindly bears, deking in and out of tree roots that overwhelm the soft dirt floor. I ran hard and scooted the rough terrain with sure-footed agility. I am certain my quickness was attributed to my fear of the lurking animals versus my current state of fitness. Silly. After the run, I felt immature about the state of mind with which I entered the woods. A few moments after stretching out, I saw a young woman exit the trail with a clanging bearbell on her Camelback and recognized that I wasn't the only one wondering who's place we were exploring.
Fernie is a small town in development for a big resort atmosphere. Fernie folks were friendly and laid back towards us. It had some of the charm of Rossland, though the construction was so extensive that it overwhelmed the beauty of the town itself. The elevation of Fernie must be quite high as we could spy the tree line on the bare faced mountain tops.
We headed to Mount Fernie Provincial Park and set out for another adventure in the woods; Angelo on his trusty Brodie bike and I in my lovely, new Adidas sneaks. At first I was hesitant to weave my way through the unknown trail network although after some encouragement from Angelo, I got out into it and explored the trail called Sherwood Forest. I imagined myself dressed in Robin Hood attire, shooting arrows at the unkindly bears, deking in and out of tree roots that overwhelm the soft dirt floor. I ran hard and scooted the rough terrain with sure-footed agility. I am certain my quickness was attributed to my fear of the lurking animals versus my current state of fitness. Silly. After the run, I felt immature about the state of mind with which I entered the woods. A few moments after stretching out, I saw a young woman exit the trail with a clanging bearbell on her Camelback and recognized that I wasn't the only one wondering who's place we were exploring.
