As I write this in a cafe in Harrison, we feel the stiffness. Yesterday we managed 64.5 miles adding on a few because there were no motels in Aggassiz. We pulled a boner in not checking...
As I write this in a cafe in Harrison, we feel the stiffness. Yesterday we managed 64.5 miles adding on a few because there were no motels in Aggassiz. We pulled a boner in not checking...
Yesterday we did the Coquahalla, all 55 kms of it. We reached the toll booth in 7 hours of biking. Before we began, I had plenty of anxiety. The night before I dreamt that a snow-slide closed the...
Some reflections on the first month. Odd things stand out for me. There is something proud, strong and majestic about a river that is about to flood over its banks. The Thompson River does not...
Mostly, the roads have been friendly for cyclists. A white line dividing the traffic lane from a paved shoulder, which ranges from a meter to a car width provides a safe zone for cyclists. But on...
A day over Lake Superior. It was a typical day in that we did not start as early as we had planned. Loretta, the pessimist, thinks the day will produce rain; Marv thinks the day will be great. Both...