Riding in Invermere is a whole lot of ‘what do you mean we get to ride our bikes already!?’ excitement. It is sneaking away to a magical wonderland where it’s already spring; the trails are dry and the sun is warm. And because this has been a weird and wonderful winter, the Invermere season started a lot earlier than usual.
By the time March was over, I’d ridden there three times already. Three glorious sunny warm days with dry trails.
Actually, not entirely true. The first time round a lot of the trails were still muddy.
Anyway, glorious Invermere, infinitely worth the two hour drive to get there.
