Rumors of Cougar in the north country, chocolate milk for its restorative powers and keep em coming, busted chains repaired McGuyver style while the kids munch road side plums that run down their chins, thunderstorms outside Parksville, aquatic parks outside Naniamo, chasing the tide in and out at Rathtrevor park, and conjuring up a working set of toe clips before breakfast out good intentions and a few bolts borrowed from a light on the back of the trailer. Beth eating cheerios out of her bike jersey pockets to keep from bonking at the end of a long day, and all our equipment strapped onto the roof of a station wagon to avoid a very long stretch of logging truck road with no shoulders -( but road signs showing a car and a bike side by side living in perfect harmony – I’ll take a shoulder, even a small one, over an artist’s rendering of polite drivers) – all this and so much more will be recorded in full, plus tons of pictures, once I’ve had a proper lie down – takes a bit of energy pulling that heap of bike around Canada – and we are settled into the ferry ride to Prince Rupert – leaving bright and early Monday morn -note to self, the ferries around here make you show up 90 minutes early or you lose your res. Means I’m thinking about becoming a monk because I’m keeping monks hours anyway – have to haul everyone up at 4:30 am to make the 10k ride to the ferry on time. I’d rather have a chimp beat me with a rubber hose around the neck and shoulders while I ride, than get up at 4:30 am. You see, I’m not exactly a morning person. At least not that time of the morning. PS. The riding across VC Island was glorious – my body is changing into something I don’t immediately recognize and our spirits are soaring. Good times on two wheels, hungry, tired, damn good times.
Joe and the gang