Matias, owner of Stridsland, lives and operates out of Denmark but grew up in North Vancouver and visits in the summer. He’s started organizing a big group ride when in town, and this past Saturday was the 2026 edition – combining forces with Boneshaker MTB and pals Hotdogs on Wheelz. I also rode with him and the other organizers, along with a small group, on Thursday evening. These snaps are from Thursday:
Now onto Saturday. This first photo was taken on the morning dog walk actually, but I quite like it so I’m including anyway. The ride was predictably well-attended, and a lot of fun. I got a lot of wheelie practice in, and have been steadily improving – and the hype from the ride (and a couple beers) helped me take my chances with some higher speed shenanigans.
I joined a FB group for Vancouver area birding, and recently have been noticing that some cool birds I haven’t seen before were being regularly spotted at ƛ̓éxətəm (previously Colony Farm) in Port Coquitlam, so today’s goal was to ride out there with my new Lumix ZS300 and get some bird photos. Being just a point-and-shoot camera with 1″ sensor, the photos aren’t ever going to be that impressive, but good enough for ID for sure.
I’ll put the bird photos and bird talk at the end, and talk about the ride first. I just received this cross-body strap from Nocs the day before, which really unlocks the ability to ride with the camera and get photos on-the-fly. It worked great.
The loop tallied to 72km, with my birding destination about 30km from home. A lot of it was along paved parkway or bike route, and included sections of trail to connect things up.
Here’s a photo from the camera in the clearing after a section of trail, approaching my destination in the distance.
Fast-forward to when I’ve left the area (I spent close to 2 hrs there) and climbed up to Mundy Park; a brutal hill to get up there, but I figured it was more interesting than just going back the way I came. This cute little pollinator garden was a bonus:
A couple photos from Mundy below. There are two small lakes in the park, and I was also surprised by the bird activity which turned it into a second wave of birding I wasn’t really expecting.
Onto the birds! So, my inspiration for riding out to ƛ̓éxətəm park in PoCo was from recent sightings of Eastern Kingbirds and Lazuli Buntings. The latter are a very exotic blue colour, while the Kingbirds aren’t too exciting but a new bird is a new bird! I didn’t see any Lazuli buntings, but I did get three new birds.
Well before I arrived here though, I heard brown creepers along the Brunette River on the bike path. I’ve come to recognize their sound, which reminds me of trees rubbing against each other in the wind, except higher pitched. I think most people who walk the woods around here would be familiar with their call, even though most won’t have seen them since they’re pretty well camouflaged. I took quite a few unsuccessful photos before I managed this banger of a pair of what I believe to be juveniles:
Once in Colony Farm proper, I walked a 600m long no-bikes path and found this bare shrub tree that provided a rotation of birds to view to reward my patience. Among others, I saw a beautiful American Goldfinch, and to my great excitement, I finally got a proper view (and photo) of a common yellowthroat!
About 40 yards away was this Eastern Kingbird chilling. It would fly a loop and land back on the same perch, affording me enough time to get a decent photo. This was at maximum zoom for the camera including digital zoom (30x), so while the photo isn’t super detailed, I’m very pleased to be able to get a photo at all from such distance.
An unexpected new bird for me was the northern rough-legged swallow, of which I saw many – three pictured here, with the parents nearby.
Moving onto Mundy Park, I noticed a lot of birdsong when I got into the woods so I pulled out the ol’ Merlin app to see what was around me. It quickly picked up red-eyed vireo, brown creeper, western tanager, and chestnut-backed chickadee. I have only seen western tanager once before and they are very exotic looking birds so I was keen to get a photo if possible, and I’d never seen a red-eyed vireo so that was motivational as well. Sadly I didn’t see either, but I did get to watch this cedar waxwing which Merlin never picked up:
I also got a fleeting look at a western flycatcher but no photo. After this, I rolled westward to Dageraad for a burger and beer before making my way back into town. I left the house at 11:30am and returned just before 7pm – a good full day out!
My only plan today was to check out the Shim’s Ride crit race happening about 5km from home, but I left the house almost five hours before the races I wanted to see without much of a plan. I did have my new camera with me, a Panasonic Lumix ZS300, which replaced the ZS99 I owned for 13 days but decided the image quality was just too poor. The 300 has only half the zoom, but a much larger sensor. It also cost about 60% more, so I hope I get my money’s worth out of it.
Having this camera with me, I figured Iona would be a good destination; it’s about 28km each way, and is a local hotspot for birds as I’ve covered before. I decided to ride out to the far end of the northern spit, which is mostly hardpack but does get sandy in spots:
The tide was really low, and the sandy beach extended as far as I could see – and was firm enough I was able to ride around on it for a while! Pretty fun but also pretty tiring – and pretty hard on my drivetrain, I imagine.
As for the photos I got with the new camera, the birdwatching wasn’t too exciting but here are some images off the camera. I’m pretty happy with them considering it’s a 15x zoom point-and-shoot.
It’s July now, but you’d never know it this day. While much of the world is grappling with heat waves that fill my heart with despair, Vancouver was about 13C and rainy all day. At this time of year that’s kind of novel, so I decided to go for a ride up to Rice Lake where it’s always most beautiful – and quiet – in the rain.
The north shore mountains should be visible in that photo above, but they were fully socked in. I chose the poncho rather than the rain pants and jacket, partially as I thought the rain would taper off. It did not.
I rode Fishermans to start, then climbed up to the paved parkway. Both were especially lovely with the rain and bit of fog.
I hardly saw anyone in the forest, but the birds were especially numerous. Lots of Swainson’s Thrush up for the summer; they’ll head to South America for winter. I went to probably the best spot around the lake, which is often occupied in fairer weather but today it was mine:
The rain was light but persistent, creating a shimmering effect on the still lake. There were a few people walking around the lake, their conversations carrying easily over the water.
I passed through some thicker fog on the way out which made the forest look even better, above. Below shows just how much rain had fallen today – the rains never got that heavy, but they also never let up.
I had only ridden one day so far this week, and set aside all day on Saturday to ride with little other plan. This time, I didn’t want to set any distance expectations and instead just wander on the Bombadil. The Bombadil is not made for speed, anyway. One of the reasons I chose the Bombadil for this ride was the potential for precipitation, as it currently has fenders. Alas it actually turned out to be a bit of a hot and sunny day.
I took a pretty indirect route but eventually ended up along the Spirit Trail in North Vancouver, and I was anticipating this collection of wildflowers near the brewery district from prior years:
I noodled up from the bike path along what’s well-established now as my preferred route to Cypress Bowl Rd. It would be confusing for a first-timer, but once you’ve done it a handful of times, it all links up naturally and keeps one off busy streets almost entirely.
Then it’s a short push up a steep right-of-way to the highway fenceline that Rob found a few years ago now. It’s been well maintained despite being so well hidden – I have to assume it’s a favoured local connection.
Next up is the lower Cypress lookout located at the first hairpin. Behind me in this photo is a busy open patio of folks enjoying pizza and beer. I considered it, but wanted to press on before I lost steam.
The next bit was steep, but the payoff is good once you reach the Nelson Creek FSR. It’s chunky in spots, as noted below, but it’s also relatively flat.
The FSR ends with a steep connector trail down to the popular Whyte Lake trail, but just before that is Brown Teacup – a relic from a forgotten era, it’s pretty steep and hasn’t been popular in probably twenty years, if it was popular at all.
The trail doesn’t look bad in the photos I took, but I was too busy clamouring down the steep rooty, rocky chutes that define the trail to take photos for the most part. Short bits were rideable on the Bombadil and I enjoyed every foot of this.
It was a pretty long ride back from essentially Horseshoe Bay back to town, but nothing noteworthy to photograph. A key part of my ride plan, and just about every West Van ride plan between May and September, was a stop for fish and chips at the Boatshed. I wish we had more of these concession stand type setups around town – perfect for someone like me who wants to spend all their time outside.
Back in January, a friend caught wind of this bike event happening in the new Southlands development in Tsawwassen and signed up for it. I jumped on the bandwagon and signed up as well – it was free to participate but limited to those who had registered – and it filled up in five days!
Fast-forward to this past Saturday and the event was here, and the weather was sunny but not too hot – perfect for a big ride. I headed off at 9:20am for my 1:30pm start time, which gave me about an hour of dilly dally time along the way.
The Hillborne’s recent rebuild into a more sporty and lightweight version was perfect, since it was going to be well over 100km round trip and include a fair bit of gravel. The ride involved following the bike route along the SkyTrain into New West, then a couple bridges to get into Delta, the latter of which (Alex Fraser) is a doozy.
But once in Delta I was able to almost immediately hop into the woods and ride a series of forest paths that run along the bog that separates South Surrey and Delta. I heard a variety of songbirds through here and tried to use my new camera to get some good photos, but no luck – and I had to keep moving, because there was still a ways to go.
After the north-south forest paths, it’s a long ride along the beautiful Boundary Bay dyke to get to Tsawwassen. I think it’s around 15km, but feels longer due to the monotony. I also had a headwind, but it’s hard to be mad when the path is lined with flowers.
The ride itself was about 15km, which we extended by about 3km to ride to the other, original Four Winds location at the far side of Delta, before turning around and heading back south to the Beach House location. By the time we finished the charity ride I was over 90km into my day and was at the furthest point from home!
The event itself was a great success it looks like – well organized, especially considering it was the inaugural year. Bands were playing, with local legends 54-40 headlining later in the evening. We left about two hours before they were going on, though.
I didn’t take a lot of photos on my 50 km ride home, but here’s one mid-span of the aforementioned Alex Fraser, complete with sunscreen filter on the lens. The ride finished up around 145km in length, my longest ride in a couple years I think, but I felt fresh and energetic right through the end, to my surprise!
The temperature is rising, although we’ve been very lucky compared to many places so far. Today was quite warm, though the heat wave doesn’t fully kick in until tomorrow – and isn’t expected to last more than a couple days. Nonetheless I figured I’d get out today so I can stay in tomorrow and keep cool.
My ride started with an errand, taking our stash of lightbulbs and batteries to the recycling depot. After that it was only a couple kilometres before I was in the scene to the right: surrounded by birdsong and greenery. This is also my solution for when it gets hot, too – it’s always a few degrees cooler in the forest.
I had packed my hammock with the intention of finding a seaside spot at Cates Park, near Deep Cove. I ended up poking my head down a small trail near the entrance to the park which worked out perfectly – very quiet, and well-spaced trees giving a variety of options. I had the area to myself the whole time, since the coastline was quite rocky here with beaches either side attracting the others.
On my way home I swung into the Maplewood flats bird sanctuary briefly; I didn’t do any birding really but I did snap a few photos. The tree below was actually on the way out to Cates; what a way to grow! And the flower photo, check out the surprisingly in-focus bee in flight.
An out-of-town friend who used to race CX was visiting for a few days, and we arranged a couple evening rides. In an effort to best fit in with his lightweight single speed cyclocross bike, I pulled the fenders off of Sam and put some Terra Trail tires from the bin on.
We rode out to a bit of a hidden section of beach near Jericho Park and spent some good time together, having some fancy beers and scaring off a group of kids whose beach fire was briefly out of control. The Hillborne feels so sporty compared to the heavier and more upright bikes I’ve been riding! A pal commented that he could not keep up with me, a pal who I am often struggling to keep up with myself…
Okay it was a little over 24 hours, but given the ferries required I believe a few hours’ grace is warranted. I booked Site 1 at Pender back in January for this past Sunday night, already being unable to secure it on the weekend for the season. It went super fast for good reason – it’s the end site, closest to the water, with an uninterrupted view of what I believe to be one of the most beautiful bays in all of the gulf islands.
On departure day, the weather was pretty wet, though dry over on the island. Given I’d just done the somewhat tedious 3 hour ride to the ferry two weeks ago, I decided this time I’d save some time by driving to the ferry. I don’t regret this decision because it also meant less time away from home and I avoided a bit of a wet return ride, too.
I unloaded the bike at the ferry with extra time to spare, so I went along the very windy shore for the photo below and to look for birds.
I didn’t see anything too interesting, but when it was finally time to head to the terminal I saw a Pigeon Guillemot, left, and a bunch of Harlequin ducks right around where the ferry would be pulling in. These photos are quite poor because I aimed my phone camera through my Nocs monocular for them – I’m thinking I’ll either get a high zoom point-and-shoot, or a new phone with a better camera sometime. For now, this works for ID purposes.
Below is one of the most scenic bits of the journey, the jog around Galliano.
And here it is, site 1, photographed before and after I set up my tent. There is another site just out of frame to the left of the second photo, but this is the only site with unspoiled views.
I stashed my bag and a couple beers for later in the vestibule, below, and headed for a walk around nearby Roe Lake.
It was about 5km total from camp and a nice mostly-easy trail. The lake is largely untouched by humans.
Back at camp I enjoyed one of those beers (okay, both) and had ramen and a tin of sardines for dinner. I don’t think I’d take sardines again – everything they touched just smelled like sardines for the rest of the trip, including my cook cup. I was treated to beautiful skies as the evening progressed; a benefit of a not-just-sunny weekend.
I awoke at a few minutes after 5am to see the sky lit up in peach pink from the sunrise out of sight. I took a brief walk along the beach before climbing back into bed until 6:30. When I emerged at 6:30, I walked down to the beach in search of a stellar’s jay I heard, but instead found an American Dipper feeding along the water’s edge – much more rare and unexpected!
At 8:00 I started packing up after my coffee and breakfast, and by 8:30 I was rolling for the 9:20 ferry. It’s a hilly 6km route to the ferry terminal, putting me there right around 9:00 to see the ferry rolling up. A light rain started on my final descent to the terminal; perfect timing.
This marked the third year of the bike show out front of Main St Brewing, a show originally organized by the former head brewer Azlan (yes, like the lion, which coincidentally is his IG handle) but kept going through volunteer efforts since he left the tank wrangling for a different beer industry gig. The morning was very wet, but the forecast suggested it would clear up – and it did, just in time.
On the way there I zig-zagged this path in China Creek park which was in full early summer bloom:
The show was 12 – 4pm, but since I wanted to enter my bike this year (haven’t previously), I figured I should be punctual. I arrived a few minutes after 12 and already there were a decent few people:
I brought my bike with the huge Rons Bikes bag combo installed for the next mornings’ camping trip. I figured, in addition to saving me time by prepping ahead, why not show the bike in its most complete form?
One of the highlights of the show for me was seeing one of these wild Hanebrink Extreme Terrain fat bikes from the early 1990s in person. I vividly remember the cover photos on the bike mags at the time this was unveiled.
I spent a lot more time socializing than photographing but here are a few I took the time to snap a pic of – including Paul Brodie himself alongside his infamous 69er DH bike. The white Ibis was brought from the island by its original owner, who had spec’d it with the less popular (but way more neat) roller cam brakes a la the recently passed Charlie Cunningham.
By 1pm the show had really filled in, and remained packed for the rest of the duration.
Outside the show’s boundaries, the attendee bike racks were full of equally cool bikes. And if you’ve spent any amount of time in Mt Pleasant you’re already familiar with this iconic red sidecar setup that always has a dog or two wearing goggles within it. I remember seeing them around as far back as 2010; the original dog has long since passed.
One more cool bike for good measure, and the awards at the end – I did see my bike number in the ticket pool, so I got some votes, but did not place.
