After a party-fuelled roadtrip last year, I will now offer almost any excuse to drive the North Cascades Highway. Maybe it’s because I’ve spent 20 years driving the relatively boring Hwy 3 across BC, but I really appreciate the people that designed and built a road under Liberty Bell and the Early Winters Spires.

Thankfully, this summit was achieved with the help of petroleum, leaving the carbohydrates for the rolling hills of a three-day cycle tour de force of the American-side Okanogan.

The Bernie sticker is a little redundant at this point, but at least it’s colour-matched.

Up and away, this man might actually be some kind of superhero… Two kids, two gears and a cape.

Scenic rolling hills for days.

Riverside dreaming of flotillas and beer.

(w)Hoodoo?

Cape flapping in the wind, they descend into the valley.

Snaking through the pines.

Bird on a wire, kid in a chariot.

Riding in the spotlight down the long and winding road.

A fine example of troopers trooping.. Surround them with fuzzy things and they’ll fall asleep, right?

Hexabag technology – when you need all of the stuff.

Bike ganging into the wildlife salutary. Lookout wildlife, we mean biznesss.

SuperShawn charging well ahead of the peloton.

You never really appreciate the joy of gliding down paved hills until you know the alternative.

Sometimes the road dictates the speed, and by road I’m referring to washboard. When the views are this nice, slow is the right speed.

Someones home on the range.

Double draft train technique is more-or-less mastered (after 3 days of practice).

The gaggle failing to draft the caravan-convoy, again.