The 2024 Van Isle 1200 starting in Saanichton, British Columbia turned out to be a terrific adventure. The Van Isle 1200 had been on my radar for a few years but the event had not been held since 2014. I had a hard time finding many 1200s that fit my work schedule this year, so this was a perfect time to give the Van Isle a go.
As I travelled to Saanichton, I really did not know much
about Vancouver Island. I had a general sense that the southern part of the
island was well populated, the north was more wild and remote, and the scenery
would be impressive. In pre-ride planning, I learned that there were significant
stretches of the route without services.
Throughout most of my life I have been involved in hockey, either
as a player, fan, or official. After falling behind 3-0 in the 2024 Stanley Cup
Finals, Edmonton won game 4. This meant that I would be in Canada during the
Stanley Cup Finals, a Finals in which a Canadian team was fighting for the Cup.
The hockey series was a noticeable backdrop to the ride.
After arriving in Saanichton late on Monday night, I spent Tuesday reassembling my bike and doing all the normal pre-ride fussing and fidgeting. As I got my bike together, I discovered that my rear brake was not working. Luckily, there was a great bike shop a couple of miles from the hotel and they were able to bleed the hydraulic line and get me on the road. I did a really nice, scenic shakedown ride on quiet roads and beautiful ocean views.
Spencer
Klaassen joined me on Tuesday night and we settled into the hotel pub to watch
Game 5 of the Stanley Cup Finals. Edmonton won again, which kept the locals in
a jovial mood and guaranteed that the Finals would continue into the ride.
Thursday morning’s 5 am rollout was one of the more relaxed
1200k starts I can remember. Everyone in the field of 18 riders seemed happy
with slowly easing into the ride. We headed into Victoria on a main highway,
although the early hour meant there was very little traffic on the highway. The
organizers designed a route that passed all of Victoria’s main sights,
including the harbor, Parliament house, and old town Victoria. After a brief
control stop, we left the city on a combination of bike trails and highways, along
the south side of the island.
By the time we reached Sooke at around 39 miles, the group had spread out. I decided I needed a proper break. My recollection of the pre-ride meeting was that there were limited services after Sooke so I pulled into a McDonald’s for a quick sit-down breakfast. I assumed that I was the last rider on the road at this point so I was surprised to see Spencer at a gas station just after I pulled out of the McDonald’s. He had also picked Sooke for a break. We rode together briefly before the challenge of riding a fixie caught up to him and he dropped back. The section after Sooke turned out to be one of my favorite sections of the ride. The scenery was spectacular. The road passed through a dense forest along the shore with views of Washington’s snow-capped mountains visible across the ocean.
Following a staffed control with great sandwiches and every other possible snack, we headed inland across the island. By this point, I had joined Francis Lim from Sydney, Australia and Phil Neff from Seattle. The spectacular scenery continued and we passed through Port Renfrew and crossed the island on a beautiful, lightly travelled road. The road had the definite feeling of western mountains.
Eventually,
the sun and hills started having their effect. We dragged in to Lake Cowichan and
were thrilled to find J&V’s Diner, advertising burgers and milkshakes. Apparently,
most of the field had the same idea as the diner was bustling with riders.
Graham Ross joined our group here. The 4 of us would ride most of the event together.
After Lake Cowichan the terrain moderated significantly and
the traffic increased. The route included intermittent sections on the Trans
Canada Highway, a 4 lane divided highway with a wide paved shoulder, and busy
two lane highways with a 2-3 foot wide paved shoulder. A mid-evening stop at
Wendy’s was a lifesaver. We returned to the coast just in time to enjoy the fading
light of a beautiful sunset over the ocean at Qualicum Beach.
We arrived at the overnight in Comox, 242 miles into the
ride, just before 1:30 am. At the overnight, the BC Randonneurs volunteers had
an impressive spread, a main course of chili with a huge selection of snacks
and drinks. I made short work of dinner and opted to rush to bed as quickly as
possible.
While riding into Comox at the end of day 1, we had passed
many miles debating the merits of various start times for day 2. Eventually, we
settled on 7:00am. So, at 7:00 am, our group of 4 rolled out. The 35 miles to
Campbell River passed easily by. We stopped for a quick photo break just prior
to Campbell River and again at the 50th Parallel monument in
Campbell River.
While eating gas station pizza on the outskirts of Campbell
River, Thai Nguyen caught up and joined our group. Thai was a strong rider who
had run into some bad luck on day 1. He had lost a few hours with a mechanical
issue, before powering through and catching us. Heading north the terrain
became increasingly mountainous with several long gradual climbs. A highlight
of this section was the out and back to the Ocean View Café at Kelsey Bay. The
tiny snack and gift shop was built on a wood pier. The pier provided an impressive
view of the mountain-lined Inside Passage.
After a quick photo op, we rolled back to Sayward. Phil and
I left Sayward a couple of minutes behind the rest of our crew, leaving just
enough time for a small black bear to walk out on the road in front of us. As
he moseyed onto the pavement a few yards ahead of us, I started talking to the
bear, suggesting that he wanted to go back in the woods. After listening to me
and Phil for a couple minutes, he apparently agreed and retreated into the woods.
As we approached the staffed control at a rest area just
south of Woss, BC, Francis and I were discussing how much we were craving a sit-down
meal. The staffed control had a large selection of food but nothing that really
hit the spot Frances and I were craving. Fortunately, the volunteers told us about
a restaurant just off route 3 miles down the road. Frances and I made a quick decision to move
on. Part way there, 2 large elk waked out in front of Frances and slowly crossed
the highway. However, the restaurant
provided another collision with the Stanley Cup Finals. We arrived about half
way through the second period and it appeared that anyone living within 30
miles of Woss was in the tiny restaurant watching the game. The small staff was
clearly not keeping up with orders and it was pretty obvious we were not going
to get food here anytime soon. So, we left with the news that Edmonton was
leading 3-0 after 2 periods and moved to the gas station next door where we
raided the shelves for calories.
Our next stop was a small convenience store in Hyde Creek. Eight or nine riders arrived here at the same
time about 15 minutes before the store’s 10:00 pm closing time. The store clerk
agreed to stay open while we refueled. While waiting for the others, I struck
up a conversation with the clerk by asking if she knew who won the game. She quickly
covered her ears and made it clear that I was not to share anything I knew
about the game because she was taping it to watch after her shift. She also
offered that her little town of 2500 people had 3 players currently playing in
the National Hockey League. I later learned the Edmonton won the game 5-1, setting
the stage for a game 7 the night following the ride.
The remaining 30 miles or so to Port Hardy were fairly
uneventful except for a cold, driving rain that soaked us in the final hour to the
hotel. I arrived just after midnight weary from the 190 miles, ate as fast as I
could, took a hot shower to warm up, and got into bed.
Day 3 started with a short loop through Port Hardy, winding past the harbor, and small downtown.
The roads were dirty and grimy from the previous
night’s rain and my bike was soon coated with fine, sticky sand. The route for
Day 3 was basically a reverse of day 2. Going into the day I was dreading some
of the long climbs. However, we kept a nice steady pace and the miles and
climbs kept ticking away. Back near Woss, the volunteers had set up a staffed
control loaded up with much needed food. My general rule is to never try
anything new on a 1200k, but I gambled on an egg salad sandwich, followed by a tuna
sandwich, Ensure, and lots of other snacks and I left feeling ready to tackle
the rest of the day.
We arrived back in Campbell River just at dusk. We had debating
for quite a while where to stop. Finally, we decided that this ride needed at
least one Tim Horton’s stop, so we had a winner. We got to Tim Horton’s about
15 minutes before close, ordered our food, and sat down to eat. Almost
immediately, a worker came around and told us they were closing but they would
could finish eating. He then turned off all the lights in the store and stood
about 5 feet away starting at us as we gulped down our food. Probably could
have done without the Tim Horton’s stop.
The last 35 miles back to Comox was a struggle for me. I was
really uncomfortable on the bike and the 185 mile day with plenty of climbing had
me ready for a break. Additionally, some kind of weather front moved through
and brought really strong winds. A group formed that consisted of around 8
riders and we all rode in together, arriving back at Comox around 12:40am.
The Van Isle has a quirk that changed the entire nature of Day 4. The official route included a ferry crossing just over 4 miles from the finish. The final ferry of the day left at 6:30. In other words, to catch the ferry you would need to be on pace to finish the event in approximately 86 hours (instead of the 90 hour official cutoff). Missing the ferry meant taking an alternative finish and possibly waiting a couple of hours for a shuttle to the finish party. Planning Day 4 to catch the final ferry was a main topic of conversation among the riders. The ferry cutoff also changed the entire mood of Day 4. The fourth day on most 1200s tends to be a rolling celebration. Usually by that point, everyone knows they will finish, large groups form, and the mood is happy. The ferry cutoff kept us focused on the clock and doing calculations all day to make sure we were on pace.
Francis, Phil, and I more or less rode the final day together. Thai only took a short break and basically rode through the night. Graham opted for an early start to try for an earlier ferry. We did some rando brain calculations and decided on a 6am start, giving us just over 12 hours to make the ferry. We seemed to slog through the day with one eye on the clock and the other counting down the miles. We never really seemed to gain much on the clock. It wasn’t until we reached Crofton about 25 miles before the ferry that we were finally pretty certain we had put enough time in the bank and the pressure eased. The village of Cowichan Bay was a picturesque town set on an ocean inlet. With a few minutes in hand, Phil and I walked out on the pier for some quick sightseeing before tackling the steep climb out of town.
With the time pressure off, the handful of miles after Cowichan
Bay floated by effortlessly. Phil and I made the decision to stop in Mill Bay, just
3 miles from the ferry, for ice cream with over an hour before the ferry
sailed. After a relaxing break, we rolled down to the ferry to rejoin Francis.
The half hour ferry trip across the ferry gave me a nice
chance to reflect on the whole adventure before the short spin across the
peninsula to the finish. On the ferry we had devised a strict plan to expend no
energy on the 4 mile ride and we diligently stuck to it. Our finish at 7:29 was
met with a cheering crowd of volunteers and other riders. My official was 86
hours and 29 minutes.
The day following the ride, I took the bus into downtown Victoria to do some sightseeing. I hobbled around all of the popular waterfront hotspots and had an awesome seafood lunch overlooking the harbor.
I then went back to the hotel and settled in
at the pub to watch Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Finals. The bar was full of raucous
hockey fans hanging on every play and hoping for a return of the Cup to Canada.
Unfortunately, Edmonton lost a close game and Florida won the Cup. In the words
of a fellow passenger at the airport the next morning, “All of Canada is sad
today.”
Overall, the Van Isle 1200 was a grand adventure. The only
negative was that the geography of the island necessitated more riding on busy
highways than I would have preferred. The
BC Randonneurs provided amazing support and hosted one of the friendliest, most
welcoming events I have ridden. The scenery was spectacular. Pretty sure I will
be daydreaming about those ocean views for a long time to come.