The need to dewater woke me from a profound sleep. Where was the door to the bathroom? What was that other door? I went out the second door. Wow! This place I am staying has a beautiful nighttime view and a nice living room. How did I miss that when I came in? In my … More Soon home
and Connie and Sandra — these three gals made my trip possible. Susie is a friend to so many people that I was really lucky to have her company for most of the summer. Susie takes care of about a dozen people, closeup or remotely. During the interminable waits in the “tin can,” (my Prius), … More Saints Susie…
As you can imagine, I’ve been coming down out of the cloud, very gradually this time compared to October 2016. You’ll be glad to hear I’ve been catching up on sleep. That’s why this post is so delayed. On the final day of the ride, I had only five miles to go and it was … More “I deal with psychos all the time.”
Yesterday, August 26, on the two-year anniversary of the start of my 2016 US ride, I reached the Atlantic Ocean and dipped my front wheel into it! Hooray! We are entering EABR (Era After Bike Ride). No more cue sheets or weather forecasts to check or devices to charge. After visits to eight peace monuments in … More Into the Atlantic Ocean!
Today’s was the last big ride. On Sunday at noon, I will finish the last few miles to end at Lawrencetown Beach and dip my front wheel in the Atlantic Ocean. At first, I reminisced how this ride was a microcosm of all of Canada – the beauty, the hills, large open areas, friendly people, … More An Obstacle I Couldn’t Overcome
Long ago and far away, this morning in Pugwash, 60 miles away: On Thursday, I was instantly immersed in everything about the Thinkers Lodge. Then I had a moment to tend to my bike. I went outside and found four bikes outside, including another Cannondale! It turns out the bikes belonged to three lovely women … More Elna told me about the mountain
The route took me across another wooden bridge, this time in the town of Port Elgin. It led to another dirt trail, but this time I found a road to avoid another cyclocross adventure. After a beautiful coastal ride with mostly favorable wind, I arrived at the final peace monument in the final province. Thinkers … More The wind is whistling in the eaves
