Buck Miller, a North Bay native, told me that the only paved road between South River and North Bay is Highway 11 and bikes are not allowed on it. The only route for a cyclist is on gravel, 23 miles of it. I complained that I hated gravel. He said, “Then throw your bike in a … More Ganesh
It wasn’t the 81 miles. I knew it was going to be long so I kept chugging away. I took my first significant break at Mile 28 in Huntsville at Whimsical Bakery where I got a warm custardy quiche with a flaky crust. It wasn’t the 4573 feet of climbing. Buck and Allison and Ian … More I met my match.
Lore and John put lots of love into their B&B in Beaverton, from the night light in the bathroom with changing glowing colors to the little balconies on the second floor overlooking their salt water pool to the flowers they hang on their porch where they serve a delicious homemade breakfast. It was very hard … More Three couples, two invisible hands, and a trifecta
I may have forgotten to explain why I am continuing to ride northward now that the Harriet Tubman Underground Railroad ride is completed. The reason is that I need to intersect the 2018 ride across Canada in order to create a thorough peace sign and the place I plan to do that is North Bay. … More Layers
Today I did not go anywhere by bicycle. Instead I attended a peaceful Quaker meeting right here in the Friends House where we are staying. Afterward I showed Searching for Peace on Two Wheels across Canada to a small but very interactive and interested group here in Friends House. We also had a lively discussion. … More Rest day in Toronto
Last time I was in Toronto I came with my mom. We flew. It took maybe two hours. This time I cycled. It took 23 days and covered 1028 remarkable miles comprising a fascinating journey along the Underground Railroad. Last time in Toronto, we took a city tour on a double decker tour bus. It … More The Illusion of Being “Self-Supported”
Dave had arranged a special tour with Lezlie, descendant of freedom seekers who settled in Canada. After I converted my bike back into a beast of burden for the ride I’d do after Lezlie’s tour, I went to the lobby to check out of the hotel and store my bike. I spotted a newspaper on … More “We’re here, we’re free, we’re done.”
