Having a riding partner is a bit different than going solo. I do intervals on the hills in preparation for my 400 mile ride in September. More details on that later.
I slept in the tent last night and Elizabeth slept inside last night. We stayed with a wonderfully kind family, had Honey Bunches of Oats for breakfast and it was delish. Elizabeth also showed up with a bag of trail mix, but somehow this thing is about 80% M&Ms. I guess I didn't really notice, but Elizabeth has informed me that I am eating it all the time. She says I remind her of the fat little Dalmatian from 101 Dalmatians. If you happen to recall from your childhood his name is Rolly, his only contribution to the movie are the words, "I'm hungry mom, I'm hungry. I'm hungry mom, I really am" and that is just about how I feel. I feel like I could eat indefinitely. Usually after I eat, the food creates some sort of feeling in my stomach, like at the very most basic level my body recognizes food has entered it. But not now. Somewhere in the esophagus it seems as though the food disappears and my hunger remains. I think I am going to hit up and all you can eat pizza place in a couple days and see of if I can't bury 20 slices are so.
Got on the ferry at Horseshoe Bay and sailed to Langdale. Gelato in Gibsons at Mike's Place. Now in Sechelt at McDs wifi.
In Gibson there was a short 21% grade that I decided to go for (there was also the recommended side road) but I wanted to try it because 2 days ago in the Giro they had a long 11% climb with a max of 22% in the middle. I have no idea how the pros ride with the power they do.
Later in the day update:
Got to a WSesque home. It is the home of a guy named Peter who I met riding a couple days east of here. He generously offered his home, and his wife made a delicious meal. Salmon, healthy rice (not the white stuff I am usually content with), some red peppers and etc. Luckily Valerie is the wife of a cyclist, so after dinner we went for a little drive/walk down to the beach, and then when we got back to the house she got out all of the snacks that people who are always hungry like. Popcorn, hot chocolate, trail mix, granola bars, raisin bread, Nutella, bananas, cereal. The basics.
It's beautiful here. Interesting to see such different places.
A little secret of mine: I love vaccuming. Katy and I have our fair share of arguments concerning the house, chores etc. We are any basic couple, we like things different ways. However, one thing that we have never argued about is vaccuming. I thoroughly enjoy it. It might be because we have a Dyson, the best wedding gift we got. It has advanced cyclone technology, so it never loses suction. The best part is that the container that holds the grunge is see through. I like this because it lets you see the progress you are making. Not only is the floor clean, but you have the dirt to prove it. The reason I mention this is because we are staying in a beautiful home up on a hill overlooking the sea, but it was in need of vaccuming. It was a bit odd asking a host for a vacuum, but I went for it. I would have asked for a rake (that's the type of vacuming we are talking about), but I thought that would have been over the top. To make a long story short, I went to town. Bedroom, TV room, downstairs kitchen, the stairs. If I scrubbed really hard all the hair from the dog would come out of the carpet. Katy will probably laugh. I haven't washed my clothes in who knows how long (hate laundry) but I'll happily volunteer to vaccum someone else's home.
Off to have a late night snack. I think I'm going to put Elizabeth on "blog duty" for the next couple days.
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| I found a riding partner. My twin? |
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| Gelato. I think that instead of Mike's Place is should be called Mike's Groove: Mike's Song > I am Hydrogen > Weekapaug Groove. |
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| There is only one beautiful person that I think of when I hear/eat Gelato. |
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| Found the ocean, at Gibsons, BC. |
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| That beautiful green sign on the bottom: Trans Canada Highway. It will be missed. |
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