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2008 Trans Rockies – Day 4


Nipika to Whiteswan. 110Km and 2,567M of climbing

The next morning we’re both feeling a little better. Being able to sit down and get some relaxing time in has definitely helped us and we’re in much better spirits. The sun is out and it is a cold start to the day but we’re thinking that if we can make today we’ll definitely make the whole thing.

I’m a bit wary about the fact they’re going to ride us around Nipika for starters again. We both have definitely had enough of the on again/off again routine. But given the length of the stage plus the fact that we open with a decent fire road section means we’re not going to get shelled from the start. In fact we do have chance to have some fun conversation with fellow competitors while we’re actually riding. We’re digging on the fact that there’s a young man from Glasgow, Allie, and his father, Chris riding. Allie’s 18 and boy, is he going to have some fun stories to tell when he goes away to University in the fall. For us tail enders, these kind of moments are hugely positive, they lead to a kind of shared determination to make it to the finish.

The organizers must have figured they could never get the entire race, so near the start, down the Nipika single track so they route us on some grassy double track and then out onto a fire road. We actually do re-ride some of the stuff from yesterday and it amazes me how hard it was yesterday compared to now. Its not even really uphill. I guess it just goes to show that if you’re not there mentally this race is going to beat you up and then spit you out.

It is genuinely enjoyable today. The fire road is great fun and when we do start to climb its not insanely steep and we’re riding well together. Gina is repeatedly thanking the seat and is consistently cranking out the watts to keep us moving forwards.

We have our first encounter with “water bars” as we start the descent to the first checkpoint. These are great big dips in the deactivated logging roads where the drainage has been taken out and a big ditch left behind. If you pile into these too fast you will literally get ejected out the other side. So deciding how much speed to loose is what’s occupying my mind. Slow down too much and you have to crank to get moving again but going in too fast could blow the fork, and/or, visions of my wife being ejected and catapulting over my head are not good. Since the tandem picks up speed downhill pretty fast anyway we go cautiously and enjoy our ride to the first aid station. I think we’re dead happy because we’re riding with other folk today and that’s a huge motivator.

From the first aid station its uphill with the conditions going from fire road to single track. The single track is cool though, its up and down but doesn’t have lots and lots of slimy logs to contend with.

Soon enough we’re at the 2nd aid station and there is a proper river to fight our way across. Its about knee deep and the current is moving pretty swiftly. We’re careful to keep as much of the tandem as we can out of the water but it does still try to drag us downstream. When we reach the other side and look back at where we entered the river we’re a good 30ft downstream.

Now we know there is a very very long climb to come so we just settle in and take it steady. We even have the energy to joke around with the motorcycle camera guy and demand a tandem category. This is most definitely a good day.

I was hacking away coughing last night and as we get towards the 2/3rds mark I’m definitely feeling a bit under the weather. But the scenery is spectacular and we have a beautiful glacier view as we climb up and back onto a single track section that crests us over another mountain pass.

We’re not really that conscious that we’re close to the time cut off again as there are a good few folk in sight today. But as we head down and down we do begin to wonder where the last checkpoint is. We pal up with Ian and his partner plus the “Pink girls” as we rush down to the final checkpoint. I’m getting a little too enthusiastic and we’re heading over some rollers at a good rate of knots. Gina is suggesting that I’m getting a bit too competitive but before I can really acknowledge this I treat her to what we call the “Superman” position for the rest of the week.

Basically we barrel into a dip way too fast and as we come over the other side and come over the crest the rear wheel stays fairly planted but my wife does not. She has her arms completely stretched out and the only thing preventing the catapulting I talked about earlier is the fact she is clipped in. Her legs are totally stretched out too. Obviously I can’t see this but I do tone it down a bit and the other guys ride on ahead of us.

Still, better safe than sorry. A couple minutes later we see an awesome piece of helicopter flying as they take out a rider who we later learn did something similar, but really ejected himself and I think, broke his collar bone in the process. Not what we want to do and not what I want to be responsible for either so we do go a little bit easier.

We get down to the checkpoint with 15 minutes or so to the cutoff and we break back out to fire road. There’s still a fair way to go but because its gradually downhill we can really motor. As we catch the guys we motion them to get on our wheel but there is an incredible amount of momentum that we’re generating and we gradually loose our pace line. We hold up a few times to allow folk to get back on our wheel but the cord keeps snapping so we just let ourselves roll. The speed we’re going means that all of us should get in pretty comfortably today.

There’s one final climb up around a beautiful river gorge and then we’re at the finish with the weather being just perfect. What an incredible day of riding. Just incredible. And our riding skills are definitely improving each day.

So even though I go to bed early because I’m not feeling too clever I’m confident that we’ve got this thing under control.

For comparisons – Team “We’re too sexy for this ride” – 8:14:44; Italian Stallions 4:36:12.

Gina on Day 4 of the Trans Rockies Challenge


2008 Trans Rockies – Day 3


Nipika to Nipika: 44.2Km and 1,514m of climbing

“That was Heinous. Absolutely heinous. I have no idea how you got through that stage. I was thinking of you as I was carrying my bike yesterday.” So says Linda when she sees us at breakfast. Linda is an absolutely amazing rider, and get this, with her partner are attempting it on single speeds. Single speed? At least we have gears, and suspension. Anyway the point is that those kind words are very inspirational and more importantly Linda lets on that the terrain does open up from here once we start heading south again tomorrow. This is very heartening.

But first we have today’s time trial to contend with. We’re both dog tired after those first 2 harrowing days and mentally we are looking at this as a bit of a recovery day. Baaaaad move. Very bad. A little voice is saying inside my head that although the elevation change is fairly small relative to the other days the ride seems similar to one we have been doing back home on Sundays. And we’re knackered when we finish that ride. Hmmm…

Day 3 Start, Phil and Gina

Anyway, pushing the bad thoughts to one side I even conjure up some whipping (with my imaginary whip) of my wife as we hurtle out of the start block. Not sure if she found it particularly amusing, or anyone else for that matter, but that’s the best I was capable of humor wise. There had been a real comical moment at the start line when, given that we are a tandem and it only takes one of us to hold us up, my wife proceeded to clip in ready for the start. I guess the starter really was taking it seriously and immediately ordered my wife to put one foot on the ground so as not to have an unfair advantage….

Anyways it is nice to take off on some fun single track which does not require us to get off every 15 seconds. It’s an amazing place and we’re really enjoying the ride. We even take a photo over an amazing gorge. The scenery is just absolutely stunning.

We roll up to the first checkpoint fairly content. And it’s from here things seem to go a little harder than they should. There is some great single track back through the forest and down to the cliff tops overlooking the river. We’re riding just about everything that the regular bikes are managing but it seems like the second checkpoint which is back at the start finish just seems to be taking an awful long time to get to.

I can tell Gina is getting quite uncomfortable in the back because she has to constantly shift her position and I can feel every movement. When you ride a tandem if you’re both working together it’s a dream. When you’re not it is a nightmare. The person in back can inadvertently steer by countering the captain’s inputs – either consciously or unconsciously but when this happens the tandem behaves more like an out of control semi than a bicycle. The same thing happens if you’ve got a wriggler on the back and today my wife is wriggling big time. About this time I also realize the folly of not having a lock out in the rear shock. I can dial down the front so there is very little springing at the front if I stand up to ease my booty but the back starts boinging up and down and its irritating for Gina when I do. In addition I am starting to twig that because Gina starts boinging up and down when she stands, she’s not standing. At all. And that means pressure you know where.

Anyway all this malfunction plus the growing realization that we’re not even at the second checkpoint is making us realize this is not a rest day. Not even a recovery day. And unfortunately both of our heads are not really in the game for a hard day.

To top it off rolling back into the start finish the chain breaks and we have to spend a few minutes relinking it. Well, as I mentioned on Day 1, that would be the royal we. I actually watch my wife mend the chain while I helpfully hold the bike upright.

When we get going again we have to go through the start finish on another loop. The organizers helpfully route us past the pond and folk who have finished are already lying out in the sun with their legs in the water. Lucky bastards. More negative feedback for our deteriorating mindset.

The final loop is psychological torture. We know we are heading away from the finish and are waiting for the turn around to come. And waiting. And waiting until we start second guessing if we’ve even gone off course. We have a second spat somewhere on this section but finally we realize we are making turns that will put us back in the direction of Nipika so we both take a deep breath.

And then the bastard Italians pass us. They’re not really bastards, they’re probably really nice folk, but they must have started at least 3 hours after us and they’ve bloody caught us. And passed us like we were standing still. Actually I think we were standing still because we’d heard shouts behind us and pulled off the trail. But you get my point about why, in our state, you might think of them as bastards.

We drag our tails the last 2 or 3 miles back to the start finish and make it across the finish line. As we pull ourselves off the bike I take a look at my wife’s saddle and my mind simply can not comprehend what I am seeing. The saddle has deformed completely and is nearly a perfect mold for my wife’s butt cheeks. No wonder she was wriggling like a worm on a hook – that must have been excruciatingly painful to ride on and I can see she’s really really hurting.

As luck would have it when we did our final raid on the bike shop back home we’d pulled a spare saddle just in case. And since I like nice padded saddles, not the razor blade SLT thing my wife rides, we’ve got one with plenty of padding. So we had a replacement for tomorrow but we needed one more lucky break as the damage had already been done and my wife could easily have fit in with a pack of baboons. (If you are a cyclist this is enough detail.) And by lucky break I mean verging on the miraculous if we are to continue. Surprisingly enough we got one – and that was our decision to go to the medic’s tent and get some of his magic monkey butt potion.

I have no idea what was in it as I didn’t become a user until the fifth day but when I did I was hooked. I think its probably safe to say that the spare saddle and the monkey butt potion saved our race.

Still, when the dust had settled and showers had been had we noticed that we’d beat the cut off again. For comparison, our time – 5hrs 36mins. Italians – 2hrs 20mins.

2008 Trans Rockies – Day 2


K2 Ranch to Nipika: 73.7Km and 3,813m of climbing

Brrr – it’s cold and damp and I don’t smell particularly pleasant but we can hear folk stirring and figure we should do likewise. We know today is a monstrous elevation gain and figure that if the wheels are going to come off, at least more than yesterday, this will be the day.

We see that the pack is now seeded for the start and take up our designated spot in the last group. Before we’ve had too much time to wonder about what the day will hold, we’re off. We wind around the K2 Ranch and I’m definitely a bit tentative after yesterday’s performance. Gina is pretty quiet which is not the best sign. She’s also wearing about 30 layers of clothes. Being a California girl she is suffering big time, leaving me as the only one to sport our “We’re too sexy for this ride jersey”

Still the fact that we actually completed the first day is a surprise to some and that encourages us. For a short while at least, because we break out onto a tarmac road and the pack just takes off. Literally. There is no nice social, “we’ve got 72.7km to go – let’s take it easy” mentality. Instead we’re pretty quickly consigned to a lonely ride along the tarmac.

But all is not what it seems and as we get closer to the first real climb we join back up with folk who probably had one cup too many of the amazingly strong coffee they serve at the mess tent, the effect of which is now wearing off.

So it’s a steep long long climb to the first aid station and it is cold. But its double track and manageable so we’re pretty content. Even after the first aid station it gets steeper but we’re still riding. Slowly, admittedly, but we are riding.

Eventually though, even the long wheelbase of the tandem, is not going to get us up this hill. Everybody is walking now. This poses another question of our preparation. What now? Do I carry the front triangle and Gina the rear? Clearly this is a non starter so we begin the first of many miles with me pushing the handlebars and/or putting one hand behind my saddle and kind of pull/drag while Gina pushes on her saddle.

It must be comical to watch. But that’s what we do. And the damn hill gets steeper and steeper and steeper. I mean like scrambling steep where folk are taking a few paces and then stopping to rest. And we’re talking about fairly fit people here. We’re doing everything we can to push, heave, drag and bounce the tandem up this scree face.

After what seems like an eternity we come off the face of the scree slope and walk our bike up a very narrow trail to the top of the pass.

So we’re hoping for a decent ride down but unfortunately there are so many log crossings that we’re back to hopping on and off every few meters. Sometimes we don’t bother to hop back on and walk around the next curve thinking that there will be an unrideable section only to find it fairly manageable. Then when we do the reverse we immediately get to a section we have to dismount on again.

It’s really frustrating plus I’m managing to smack my shins repeatedly as we walk the tandem. Not really hard but repeatedly. As in over and over again. As in making me want to grab the tandem and if it was human strangle it – slowly, to prolong the payback.

It’s taking us forever to get down. We haven’t seen any other riders for ages. And then we hit the bloody stream crossings. Going over the stream once or twice is pretty cool but after the twentieth time of crossing the same bloody stream we are done. We have to try to lift the tandem with Gina lifting the back wheel. Sometimes I’m trying to roll the tandem while Gina is trying to lift it. Other times it’s the opposite.

Finally we get to a place where I have to let go to get across the stream. I suggest to Gina that the grip she has on the bike won’t stop the front wheel from trying to get away. But rather than suggesting up an alternative I go forwards anyway and then Gina nearly lands on her ass in the stream. Helpfully I pipe up with “I told you that was going to happen” to which I deservedly get the retort that it was not Gina’s idea to do this. “Well done, Phil”, I say to myself “What happened to staying conscious about how hard this is for both of us?”

Luckily after our little spat we come around the corner and there’s the course designer bloke. I forget his name (and he is a genuinely great guy) but he comes out with a magnificent one liner that enables us both to channel our frustration in his, and the organizers, general direction. He says; wait for it, “There’s a bit around the corner where you’re going to have to walk”

“Ha ha ha ha ha” If only he knew. I am totally incredulous and dumbfounded and speechless that I can’t even get my mouth to work. I think I just stare at him like I’ve got rabies or something. Gina though, does us proud, and demands to know the distance to the checkpoint. It’s like 3km or something but I could forgive the course designer saying 2km under Gina’s take no prisoner’s tone. We know we’re desperately close to the cutoff time. We kind of do an ungainly run down the hill with the tandem and all of a sudden we can see the timing tent not 30 ft away. We take a couple steps and Gina just sinks into the mud right up beyond her ankles. I continue running with the tandem until I realize my wife is nearly knee deep in mud and 15 ft behind me.

Luckily I can tell she’s past caring at this point and she manages to ooze her way out of the mud and join me as walk the tandem to the timing tent and a very desirable fire road pointing downhill.

We are literally at the cut off time and we yell our number out.

One of the guys makes a motion that we should wait for the truck to the finish while the other has made eye contact with my mud wrestling wife and is gently shooing us off down the trail. Surprisingly enough, I’m sure I can detect a German accent on the young man suggesting we are outside the time limit. Typical, why couldn’t he be English – nothing ever runs on time there.

Anyway we scoot, over his protestations, and it’s just a joy to be riding instead of walking. I really push and Gina does likewise. We go down and down onto a gravel road and we are hauling. We curve around a beautiful river and then up a vicious little climb and we’re suddenly in the Nipika grounds.

We have to pass the folk who have been in for a while as the tents line the course and their encouragement gets us the last 50 yards to the finish line. This time I reach out and hold my wife’s hand as we cross the finish line and she’s smiling as we come to a stop.

We make it in 9hrs and 40mins. I think the cutoff is 10 hours. Two days and no time penalties.

Maybe even time for a shower tonight although odds on tent romance are still very long.

Day 2 of the Trans Rockies - Portable Showers


2008 Trans Rockies – Day 1

DAY 1 – Panorama to K2 Ranch. 52.3Km and 2,478M of climbing.

So we’ve got video, we’ve got the camera, we’ve got the camelback, we’ve got the specially made jersey We decided the musical water bottle was maybe taking a bit too much, and ditch it, but we are in the start shoot to the 2008 TransRockies. Most importantly we’ve got the tandem and looking at the other 478 competitors I confirm my suspicions from yesterday that there are, in fact, 0 other tandems.

Too late to worry about it because Highway to Hell is thumping out of the speakers and we’re off on a parade lap around Panorama Mountain resort. I hear our friends offer final shouts of encouragement and then we’re off around the village and all you can hear is the whine of nearly 1000 mountain bike tires on concrete and lots of nervous laughter.

I’m hoping the nervous laughter is with us, not at us. I don’t want to come all this way and not make it. I don’t want to crash my wife. I don’t want our relationship to suffer. This is a bit of a gamble. We both have full time jobs. This event is not an hour up Rocky Peak fire road and back down again. It’s the real deal. They have a helicopter to extract the injured, bear spray and assumedly bears to go with that, slimy rotted massive diagonal tree roots, river crossings, snow, hail, rain and sun.

So rising panic successfully bottled, the bottle smashes about 10 seconds later when we hit our first hill. Hill is an understatement – it’s like a wall. It is ridiculously, laughably, steep. Its extremely difficult to stay up as bikes are all over the place, folk are clipping out, pushing their bikes, trying to remount, lifting their front ends high in the air and then falling off again. I’d be laughing my socks off if I were a spectator. But I’m not and the thought of another 300+ miles of this is a little daunting. The tandem though, is ready. Despite the fact we are going really really slow, because the wheelbase is so long, we’re stable and so can keep chugging where others are losing control and having to walk.

So we go up, and up, and up. And it gets colder and colder and colder. The sky gets darker and darker and darker. Our mood seemingly follows but our mood lightens as we meet Simon, a 6 time TR vet who gave us some pointers when we started posting maydays to the forum about tandem entrants. Simon gave us the link to another couple who did the TR02 on a tandem. They advised us to practice taking our bike out for a hill walk, similar to taking your dog out for a walk, as training. I thought that pretty amusing and laughed it off until the gradient lurched upwards once again and we started our Trans Rockies hiking experience.

But to be fair, it is virtually all rideable up to the first aid station. And having got there, we start across an incredible ridge route. We ride for about 100 yards or so and then have like 10-15 ft rock ledges to get up. I could see ultra confident, ultra skilled riders throwing their bikes, at these steps and making it. But a tandem, with that low cross bar and fragile timing chain? We hop off and I wish those GPS devices could record the number of times we were to do this over the next few days.

Hike-a-bike on Day One of the Trans Rockies

I also wish I was a bit more flexible because it’s easy for Gina to hop off the back but every time I try to raise my leg it hits Gina’s handlebar. So the mount/dismount process is our first weakness and I should really be honest and say having ridden the bike together perhaps 6 times before the race start could also be classified a weakness. Due to a fire at the Ellsworth factory the frame was delayed and then having put it together yours truly promptly crashed it (thankfully Gina was not on the back) badly enough to need a replacement fork.

So at this point the Gods are not smiling and to cap things off it starts to hail. And then snow. At one point however we pass a pristine lake and optimistically stop and another team takes a photo for us. It will be our last photo other than at the start/finishes – at this point we’re blissfully unaware just how close we’re going to be each day to the cutoff times.

After the lake I’m thinking it can’t get worse as we should be heading down the mountain. At least that’s what I think until we hit a monstrous uphill hike a bike section. We’re part of a long line of tail enders quietly pushing their bikes around the Canadian Rockies. My GPS thing beeps irritatingly to remind me that I’m going so slow it thinks I’ve stopped. Over and over again. I consider tossing it but then realize I’m just being mentally soft and it’s not a big deal. I try to convince myself of that until the guy in front turns around and, in pretty blunt terms, suggest I silence it.

Finally we start to go down consistently and we’re definitely struggling on the descent. Being, say the 240th place team at this point, means that the trail has become a slippery black serpent. I’m feeling too high on the tandem and the front end feels like it just doesn’t have enough weight on it. The mud fills any gaps between the knobbies on the tread so I feel like I’m riding a gigantic inner tube down the mountain. Add to that “input” from the wife and both our nerves are a bit fried when we finally exit onto a fire road.

The tandem though will fly down hill and with the reality dawning that we might miss the first cutoff we start hauling. And we are flying as validated by “input” suggesting that I “slow down, Slow down, SLOW DOWN”. Remembering my philosophy that I do not want the TR experience AND a divorce I back off. It’s the right decision because about 30 seconds later the front goes flat fast and I just have time to haul us to a stop before it could have gotten ugly.

A quick change and one expired CO2 cartridge later we’re off. Since my wife and her partner actually own a bike shop the folk who pass must think I’m a total asshole for letting my wife change the tube. But I have to admit that she’s way better and changed it way faster than me.

As we get charging down the hill we’re breathing easier thinking that we should make it in with 30-45 minutes to spare. It’s amazing what 20 minutes of speeds in the double, as opposed to single digits, will do for your confidence. But then, I can’t believe it, the rear goes flat too. We change it and I am now definitely stressing about the cutoff.

This is magnified as we turn off our delightful fire road, or logging road over here I suppose, and go back uphill again. Damn it. I though we were done with uphill. It’s grassy and wet – I guess the early finishers did so in the rain. At that point we were still on the top of the mountain in the snow and hail. But we grind over the last crest and start running it down the hill to the finish.

I am receiving “input” again that I am going too fast but I’ve got finish line fever. I’ve also got a really hard front tire, probably 60psi having used an entire Co2 a few minutes ago. I’ve also got a nice grassy rut that I’m running us into. And finally I’ve got that lack of weight on the front end.

All this becomes immediately and starkly obvious as the front starts to turn and the back end just continues to push it. We go down on our left sides and at a good clip. I can hear the screech of Gina’s bars twisting as they dig into the ground. My thigh smacks the ground at about the same time and I think I yell out like a soft lad (which I am.) But thankfully we come to a quick stop and most importantly Gina is up like a cat.

Obviously this is not one of my finer moments but Gina is patient enough to let me collect my thoughts and apologize before we quietly set off for the finish which we can see in the distance. I am very pissed off because I should have listened and I know my wife is pissed off because she knows I didn’t listen. Not exactly a perfect start to our TR experience.

Crossing the finish line, we’re very quiet and realize we need to:


  • Find a mechanic who can look the bike over – we’re too knackered
  • Find our bags, a tent, unpack
  • Eat
  • Shower and attend the slideshow/next day briefing.


We manage 1-3 but are running so late that neither of us gets to 4 and it’s definitely not a night for me to be suggesting a little tent romance.

Still – we made the cutoff.

Camp on Day One of the Trans Rockies


2008 Trans Rockies – Registration


The race is going to start out of a ski resort called Panorama Village, and it is a lovely panorama. Until your eyes light on the burnt out ruins of some condo where a party obviously got way out of control. Partying though, is the last thing on our mind as we eat our last evening meal before the race start. We’re eating at this last supper with friends, from Canmore and another family from the UK –they are alternating between providing moral support and just outright laughing at how hard the days ahead look.

The family at Registration

We are beginning to twig that we have actually bitten off something fairly sizeable here. Or more honestly put, I am realizing I have encouraged my wife to bite off something fairly sizeable which, probably, she would not otherwise have done. I am breaking out in a bit of a cold sweat.

We registered earlier in the day along with 400+ other riders and were fairly aware of the fact that we did not see any other tandems. And that people were giving us some fairly incredulous stares.

Even the check in folk seem to want to impress on us how hard it’s going to be. When asked why we need 4 bags instead of the standard 2 and I respond by saying that one is for my hair products the check in lady responds “That’s very good – you’re going to need that sense of humor over the next few days.” Perhaps also taking the piss by naming the team “We’re too sexy for this ride” has folks rightly labeling us in the clown’s category.

Anyway too late for backing out now. We’re in, we’re here and we’re going to complete it.

Registation - Competitor Passes



2008 Trans Rockies – Introduction



By Phil Kelly

I know my wife is volatile. I knew that when I proposed. What do you expect when you’ve got a mix of Sicilian and Hungarian for your roots? Although I’ve never had the horses head in the bed from her dad, The Don, this could be one of those moments when I have something to answer to when I get back. That’s if I get back.

Right now my wife is saying “Fxxx Fxxx Fxxx” very loudly. She’s literally ripping at her clothing trying to get up but I can see it’s snagged on her handlebar. I can see this as I am still pinned under the bike. I don’t volunteer a solution as I’m too busy wondering if once she is up, and while I’m still pinned underneath the bike, she’s going to put the boot in and teach me a lesson for not listening to her.

Rewind about 30 seconds and we’re entering a section of the Rock garden where it’s steep. We’ve ridden over some massive boulders and have got off on others. We’re tired and I’m getting pissed off with getting off on descents. So we’re riding. Gina is telling me it’s too steep and to stop. I ignore her for a moment too long before trying to bring us to a halt. The front wheel goes left; the rest of the bike goes right. We land. Painfully for Gina.

So how did we end up in this strange predicament? 9 months previously, and in a moment of lunacy, I recruit my wife to do the TransRockies – a 7 day mountain bike race across the Canadian Rockies. Entries are teams of two so as a way to allay my wife’s fears I further suggest that we shall do this on a mountain bike tandem. That way nobody can get left behind….

Between that moment and sometime the afternoon of Day 5 there’s a story to tell…

2008 Trans Rockies



Gina, owner of All Pro Bicycles, and her husband Phil completed the Trans Rockies race in Canada in 2008.

They have put together a journal of the life-changing adventure, recounting the day-by-day highlights of the event.

There’s also a selection of photos in our Trans Rockies Gallery


1 Introduction Friday, 08 August 2008 Phil Kelly 4395
2 Registration Saturday, 09 August 2008 Phil Kelly 4363
3 Day 1 Sunday, 10 August 2008 Phil Kelly 4385
4 Day 2 Monday, 11 August 2008 Phil Kelly 4297
5 Day 3 Tuesday, 12 August 2008 Phil Kelly 4212
6 Day 4 Wednesday, 13 August 2008 Phil Kelly 3999
7 Day 5 Thursday, 14 August 2008 Phil Kelly 4218
8 Day 6 Friday, 15 August 2008 Phil Kelly 4208
9 Day 7 Saturday, 16 August 2008 Phil Kelly 4145