my white-haired friend admitted with
a chuckle.
He went on to tell me the old
Coalmont Hotel wasn’t open. Despite
its regal appearance and fine upkeep,
my new friend told me its future was
uncertain.
“The Hurley”. It’s one of those
roads that, when you mention it to
local adventure motorcyclists, they
simply nod in understanding. Sure,
British Columbia is full of gravel for-
est service roads like it. But the rep-
utation of “The Hurley” precedes it-
self.
Leading me out of the Pember-
ton Valley, not far from Whistler, the
Hurley River Road “FSR” climbed up
switchbacks that kept going…and go-
ing. Rocks bounced off my KLR’s bash
plate as I stood up on my foot pegs,
TRAVERSE
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