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    n hours drive north of Whistler,

    B.C., a shuttle bus plunks a half-

    dozen out-of-towners along a

    rural road across from the Pemberton

    Community Centre. Our bikes have already

    arrived in the bed of a pickup truck, now

    parked across from the old schoolhouse in this

    town lifted straight from John Steinbecks

    novels. All that remains now is to sign in at

    the Slow Food Cycle Sunday registration

    table, then make a mad dash for the nearest

    bank machine. No fee is required to explore

    the necklace of farms that traces the Lillooet

    River as it meanders through this lush valley

    wedged between Mount Currie and Mount

    Meager. But I need cash credit cards wont

    cut it to cover the homemade baked goods

    and local farmgate produce were all eager to

    sample, purchase and stuff into our saddle-

    bags on the 50-kilometre foodie pedal ahead.

    Our phalynx of city slickers boards its

    borrowed bikes and falls into formation with

    a scattering of locals turning onto Pemberton

    Meadows Road. It is barely mid-morning,

    but already the scent of warming asphalt sig-

    nals a hot day of cycling. The only respite

    from the heat: a light breeze generated by the

    movement of our wheels (incentive to keep

    pedalling) and the shade offered by trees and

    barns at roadside farms (as if we needed more

    excuses to stop).

    Pemberton residents Tony Feuz, wife

    Yuka and the couples two youngsters cruise

    up beside me on the inside. Five-year-old

    Alisa is riding solo, two favoured stuffies

    tucked into her bike basket; Alex, age two,

    slumps in a baby seat behind his fathers

    handlebars. But theyre not the only pint-

    sized participants along for the ride. Tots on

    two wheels weave all around us, easily keep-

    ing pace with the grown-ups proving that,

    despite towering mountains on all sides, this

    country road meandering across the Pem-

    berton Valley floor is as flat as Holland.

    We breeze past an organic garlic stand;

    fields that nurture strawberries, potatoes,

    oats and carrots, depending on the season;

    and a vast, plush-green guest ranch. A

    cluster of riders on horseback provides a

    momentary distraction, an oil-painting-like

    vignette against a lush, rolling canvas. Barely

    five kilometres in to this day-long trek, and

    Im already vowing to bring my entire

    extended family with me next August.Our first stop, appropriately, is Pemberton

    Coffee Co. a cottage-based gourmet busi-

    ness where the heady scent of just-roasted

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    I n P r a i s e o f

    PembertonWhere a community food-and-bike fest teaches locals

    and city folk to pedal fast and eat slow

    b y j e n n i f e r p a t t e r s o n

    photography by dave steers

    daytripper

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    Thanks to volcanic deposits, the

    sediments left by flooding rivers and

    care taken by pioneering farmers,

    Pemberton farmland is considered some of

    North Americas best producing organicwine-worthy grapes, strawberries and

    the regions specialty: potatoes. (2008,

    incidentally, marks the United Nations

    International Year of the Potato.)

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    beans drifts from the chimney. A hand-

    painted wooden sign leaning against a hay

    bale reads Bike Parking, inviting riders to

    deposit their bikes on the front lawn. Strong,

    hot coffee is served for a small donation. A

    young man strums a guitar amid the buzz of

    locals chatting. Children in bike helmets

    climb the fence for better views of the don-key and goats next door. Above: only wisps

    of clouds in an otherwise clear blue sky.

    he Slow Food Cycle Sunday con-

    cept originated in 2005 over a

    cup of this same coffee, founder

    Anna Helmer tells me. As pre-2010 Winter

    Olympic developments started creeping up

    the Whistler corridor, the thirtysomething

    organic potato farmer feared losing the farm-

    land she loved and, along with friend Lisa

    Richardson, wanted to raise awareness aboutits value. If Lower Mainlanders realized how

    important and precious it is, then it would be

    a lot easier to convince them to keep it as

    farmland, Helmer recalls thinking. So we

    decided to launch an event that would take

    folks up the valley. As an avid cyclist,

    recently returned from a two-month cycling

    trek across Thailand, Helmer also opted to

    combine her two passions cycling and

    farms with the Slow Food movement. My

    dad said to us, It could be a Slow Food Cycle

    Sunday, Helmer remembers. Before she

    knew it, Richardson, a freelance writer, had

    churned out press releases by the mitt-full.

    It hasnt taken long for the event to catch

    on, either. In just its second year 2006

    participation rates more than doubled, from

    400 to 1,000. That same summer, Tourism

    Whistler weaved the slow-food cycle into a

    press trip. Riders flocked to the valley from as

    far afield as Australia, Brazil and the U.K. for

    wine tastings, farm tours, a rafting trip and

    gourmet fare prepared by Whistlers top

    chefs, including Andrew Richardson of Araxi

    and Hans Stierli of the Westins Aubergine

    Grille. Even the 2007 events turnout of

    1,400 was impressive given that it was an

    unusually cool and rainy August day in both

    the Lower Mainland and Whistler. What

    the glass-half-empty types in Vancouver

    and Whistler didnt know was that the

    weather is always better in Pemberton and

    on that particular day, the sun was shining.

    In its first and second year, the Slow Food

    Cycle route was detailed kilometre-by-kilo-metre on a hand-drawn map, with high-

    lights such as the Farm Cinema at kilometre

    10 and a river raft float back to town from

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    the VanLoon Farm at kilometre 25. In 2007,

    organizers added a 32-page almanac with

    farming anecdotes and local lore about the

    Pemberton Valley. Their philosophy: Pem-

    bertons pedal pilgrims would live the jour-

    ney, as they traced the Lillooet and glacier-

    fed Ryan rivers past pastures of grazing cattle

    and horses and stands of cottonwood trees.Unlike auto travel, riding a bike is about

    the immediacy of ones surroundings, says

    Helmer. Its the little things, she says, the

    crickets by the roadside, the Hereford cows,

    the hiss of wind in the trees, those giant hay

    rolls in the fields, that bring the farmers and

    the bicycle-riding public together on Slow

    Food Cycle Sunday.

    At the very least, todays event puts a pos-

    itive spin on some pretty sobering statistics.

    We are, in our increasingly urbanized world,

    becoming evermore distant from our foodsources. There are children growing up not

    knowing where their food comes from, their

    only understanding beginning and ending

    with the brightly packaged items purchased

    at their local supermarket. Meanwhile, the

    United Nations predicts that half the worlds

    populace will live in cities by the end of 2008,

    an estimate expected to swell to 70 per cent

    by 2050. Like Helmer, many are alarmed by

    the trend and are calling for ways to reunite

    food producer and consumer. Last years

    award-winning book The 100-Mile Dietis one

    example in which co-author J.B. MacKinnon,

    recounts his inaugural visit to an East Van-

    couver farmers market: My fresh market

    salad was different. It was human scale.

    Greens from the Langley Organic Growers;

    eggs from the Forstbauer family farm; garlic

    scapes from a shy man named Albert. The

    foods that overflowed our big glass bowl were

    notonly the flavours of spring, but of this par-

    ticular spring, this unique year with its hard

    rain and rare glory of sun.

    t kilometre 15 on the Slow Food

    Cycle route, Don Millerd and

    partner Bob Mitchell, owners of

    Pemberton Meadows Beef Co., barbecue

    burgers made from their grass-fed cattle for

    the cycling masses. Millerd and Mitchells

    On the menu at more than 20 Slow

    Food Cycle roadside stands: Pemberton fries,

    ice-cream sandwiches, samosas and natural-

    beef burgers. Its an educational thing, anawareness thing, says potato farmer John

    Beks. People are thrilled to come and

    visit a farm, and we want to let them know

    whats happening here and how its done.

    A

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    more natural and responsible alternative to

    mass-market beef is one of the highlights of

    todays ride. They love it, says Millerd.

    They just throw their bikes down on the

    grass and grab a burger, then demand, Where

    can I buy this beef? Good marketing? Most

    definitely. And its for a good cause: Millerd

    and Mitchell will sell 430 burgers today anddonate 100 per cent of the profits to Pember-

    ton Valley Search and Rescue.

    A brief pedal down Pemberton Meadows

    Road, at kilometre 17.9, is Shaw Creek Farms

    and John Beks. The second-generation seed

    potato farmer and his wife, Michelle,

    planned on serving hot-buttered corn, but

    cold weather has delayed the ripening of the

    cobs. So Michelle and the couples two

    daughters have whipped up 250 ice-cream

    sandwiches on homemade chocolate-chip

    cookies. The buzz on the road: Theyre sell-ing ice-cream sandwiches there! Meanwhile,

    Bekss neighbours tuck carrots, beets and peas

    into bulging panniers, as Claudine Sellers

    from Whistlers Own Bakeshop dispenses her

    signature pumpkin doughnuts, cakes, and

    lemon squares from the barn where the

    farms potato crop is stored each winter.

    As for whats in the works for 2008,

    Helmer isntafraid to dream big. Shed like to

    convince BC Rail to offer a low-budget

    commuter train to bring Slow Food cyclists

    into the valley.* Me, Im already deliciously

    satisfied. Ive chatted with locals over my

    handlebars, scribbled notes about cows and

    cottonwood trees, felt the hot August sun on

    my cheeks. And Ive joined one farming

    communitys movement to bring about

    change: meeting the farmers behind the

    food now weighing down my saddlebags

    and pedalling to its Pemberton Valley source

    one farm at a time.

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    ACTIVE INGREDIENTS

    Pemberton 2008 SlowFood Cycle Sunday event is scheduled for

    August 17. Registration on-site. (slowfood

    [email protected]; slowfoodcyclesunday.com)

    Bring your own bike or rent at The Bike Co.,

    in Whistler (604-938-9511) or Pemberton

    (604-894-6625); bikecowhistler.com SERVING

    TEMPERATURE: Moderate CONTEMPLATE &

    SERVE Slow Food Cycle Sunday Almanac, ed.

    Lisa Richardson (New West Press, 2007;

    $3.50); The 100-Mile Diet: A Year of Local

    Eatingby Alisa Smith and J.B. MacKinnon

    (Random House, 2007; $19.95). J.P.*As this issue of Westworldgoes to press, Slow Food

    Cycle Sunday organizers are still hoping to make this

    train connection a reality.