Point Roberts

This is the summer biking adventures of Hoody and Koody. With my newly installed hidden hitch and bike rack on my car, I feel immense freedom to begin exploring the great outdoors with my sidekick, Koody. But don’t be fooled, this is more than just riding trails around the lower mainland of Vancouver, it’s about friendship, camaraderie, helmet hair and anything else that might come our way.

May 1st - I chose our first ride –Point Roberts – strategically, according to the weather. The odds were in our favour we’d actually find a bit of warmth and sunshine the further we distanced ourselves from the North Shore Mountains. We parked the car at Diefenbaker Park in Tsawwassen and commenced with the opening ceremony. It included christening ‘the rack’, cutting the ceremonial ribbon and paying tribute to Numero Uno with a decadent ‘Big One’ – aka – an extra large size chocolate cupcake in celebration of Collin winning the Men’s 40 Singles Title at the Vancouver Lawn Tournament. With pomp and circumstance completed we were on our way.

First stop – U.S. Customs - a minor inconvenience. Passing with flying colours, we headed due east on the peninsula to Boundary Bay. The views across the water are lovely, and the serenity captivating.
No surprise finding ‘Green Gables’ at water’s edge (knock, knock, is Anne in?). Leaving the Bay behind, we turned inland, passing a few trinkets of antique farm implements and a windmill – ahh, the joys of Smallsville, USA. Next up, the only hill on the route – Hoody huffed and puffed while Koody blew her away. Then on to the south of the peninsula and low and behold – Murphy’s house – complete with a tennis court. It was obviously on the migratory route of the Herons at
Stanley Park as it was littered with giant sized bird shells and some doo-doo droppings. We made a fast exit before being hit, rounding a corner to a short stop at Lighthouse Marine Park and views of Georgia Straight.

It was now time to head back to the car but not before a quick stop at the American supermarket. Koody picked up a snack and bottle of wine. I assured him the alcohol was within his allowance. Wrong advice but the customs agent let him go. Probably the last time Koody listens to me.

Our first outing and we logged 15km in a leisurely 2 hour pace, now ready for a bite to eat. But not before a quick detour to check out the Tsawwassen tennis courts We were asked about joining so obviously they were impressed with the Number Uno branded on Koody’s forehead. Finally we carbed up on pasta and headed home. After a wonderful day in the fresh outdoor air our baby Koody was just ‘plum tuckered out’ and ready for a 2 hour beauty rest. Until next ride…….