Very well, where do I begin?
My day was typical. Hitch hiking the Icelands Parkway, casual chit chat, in the afternoon a bike ride.
Hitch hiking: much better luck than yesterday. Got picked up by 3 folks to piece together my return to Lake Louise. The second guy, a colorful Canadian named Joey. He is a mid 30s mountain guide with a daughter and wide back at home on "the island", although I'm not quite sure what that means. He was off to some training with two buddies, and shared with us all his recent endeavors on writing a satirical (he used this word a lot) book on parenting: "What they never told me, The cold hard truth about parenting". The gist of the conversation was, everyone says parenting is great, but sometimes you just wan to put your hands on that little *^*#er. It was a very different change from the Europeans I have stayed with previously.
My bike ride. It was good to be back on my bike. A day off felt strange, so I've planned some serious 80-100 mile days to get me in the groove. Today I climbed to Kicking Horse Pass, the border of Alberta and British Columbia aka the Great Divide (cause its the ocean flowing in our veins, and it's the salt that's in our tears, cause I could have come so very far, in at least as many years, take the highway, to the GREAT DIVIDE. ) Then a lovely descent to the town of Golden. I would also like to add that I was in 3 national parks today: Jasper, Banff and Yoho.
One man's trash is another man's treasure. Or, someone's leftovers are Clayton's dinners. Made probably the largest bowl of (free) pasta today, in anticipation for 100ish miles to Revelstoke tomorrow (my first long day). Hostels are a bit more expensive than campsites, but campsites, to the best of my recollection, don't come with Free Food Shelves. I think the bears and chipmunks run that department. Speaking of bears, saw a grizzly today. It was about 40 feet away. Serious animal.
Lastly, just got an email from Grandma Ann. I have the best Grandma (on both sides). She mentioned Grandpa Dick's adventurous spirit, which I think exists in me. I love seeing and exploring new places, not knowing where I will be the next day, what's for dinner, who I will meet and talk to at the next hostel, what lies ahead. The unpredictability about this trip is its best quality, everyday brings something new, and I experience it all on my bike. I think this is what you call wanderlust.
Pasta, morning hair, Columbia Icefield, the Great Divide.
My day was typical. Hitch hiking the Icelands Parkway, casual chit chat, in the afternoon a bike ride.
Hitch hiking: much better luck than yesterday. Got picked up by 3 folks to piece together my return to Lake Louise. The second guy, a colorful Canadian named Joey. He is a mid 30s mountain guide with a daughter and wide back at home on "the island", although I'm not quite sure what that means. He was off to some training with two buddies, and shared with us all his recent endeavors on writing a satirical (he used this word a lot) book on parenting: "What they never told me, The cold hard truth about parenting". The gist of the conversation was, everyone says parenting is great, but sometimes you just wan to put your hands on that little *^*#er. It was a very different change from the Europeans I have stayed with previously.
My bike ride. It was good to be back on my bike. A day off felt strange, so I've planned some serious 80-100 mile days to get me in the groove. Today I climbed to Kicking Horse Pass, the border of Alberta and British Columbia aka the Great Divide (cause its the ocean flowing in our veins, and it's the salt that's in our tears, cause I could have come so very far, in at least as many years, take the highway, to the GREAT DIVIDE. ) Then a lovely descent to the town of Golden. I would also like to add that I was in 3 national parks today: Jasper, Banff and Yoho.
One man's trash is another man's treasure. Or, someone's leftovers are Clayton's dinners. Made probably the largest bowl of (free) pasta today, in anticipation for 100ish miles to Revelstoke tomorrow (my first long day). Hostels are a bit more expensive than campsites, but campsites, to the best of my recollection, don't come with Free Food Shelves. I think the bears and chipmunks run that department. Speaking of bears, saw a grizzly today. It was about 40 feet away. Serious animal.
Lastly, just got an email from Grandma Ann. I have the best Grandma (on both sides). She mentioned Grandpa Dick's adventurous spirit, which I think exists in me. I love seeing and exploring new places, not knowing where I will be the next day, what's for dinner, who I will meet and talk to at the next hostel, what lies ahead. The unpredictability about this trip is its best quality, everyday brings something new, and I experience it all on my bike. I think this is what you call wanderlust.
Pasta, morning hair, Columbia Icefield, the Great Divide.
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| Free meal. I can justify paying to stay in a hostel if I'm going to get a free dinner. |
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| Morning Hair. |
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| Water from the Columbia Icefield flows in the Arctic, Pacific and Atlantic Oceans. Pretty sweet. |
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| Back on my bike, the Alberta/BC border, Kicking Horse Pass, the Great Divide. |
What an amazing trip and blog. Seriously, this is why blogging was invented. Perfect phish quote placement btw.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad that some got the Phish. I don't have any music with me (intentionally), and so I sing to myself a lot. It's my first time ever having a blog and it's fun to be able to remember my whereabouts, cause its starting to turn into a haze. How are the scouts?
ReplyDeleteThe scouts are good. we spray-painted pinewood derby cars last week (and a few leaves). Kickball tonight.
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