The next morning we biked through the Municipality of Crowsnest Pass still battling a strong, constant headwind. We stopped at their visitor center and were lured in by the free internet and comfortable chairs. The problem was we had an excellent view of the wind thrashing the trees outside and were extremely unexcited about leaving our cozy spot to battle it.
There was talk of staying the night at the visitor center, or possibly (gasp) trying to get a ride. After several hours of napping and reading all the great literature on activities in Alberta we put on our coats and gloves and ventured back into the fray.
There was more headwind for about 4 miles, then we saw a sign saying we were in British Columbia, followed by a stretch of downhill. Almost at the exact second we saw the sign, the horrendous wind that had been making biking so unpleasant for the last 2 days stopped completely, never to return. It was remarkable.
We stopped and had a picnic, and made many remarks of the wonderful stillness. Needless to say we had developed an immediate fondness for British Columbia.