I finished the journey from Vancouver BC to St. John’s NL on Thursday August 30th. However I will continue to post me (I am turning Newfie, I meant “my”) whereabouts here for those interested in my remaining travels in Newfoundland, Nova Scotia and New Brunswick.
Thursday, September 13, 2012 – Halifax
Friday, September 14, 2012 – Halifax
Saturday, September 15, 2012 – Halifax?
As of Tuesday September 18th I am safely home in Vancouver!
I woke up at 6am but was dead tired and didn’t want to move. I slept in to about 7am before crawling out of my little hobble. I was in a total funk and couldn’t wake up but preceded to pack things up very slow a methodically. I probably took a good hour or so before I was ready to go. I went to pay the caretaker Ron Marcia and he turned around and donated the money to the cause. He told me that he had no problem donating to someone working hard biking across the country. I really appreciated that statement.
Off I went up to highway 1 and made my way to the edge of town where I did some stretching since the body was a little stiff and hadn’t woken up yet. The weather was clear but cloudy and a slight head wind like the day before. It is more hilly than yesterday but I am making okay time considering I am not putting much effort at all, simply going through the motions.
This was the biggest ride to date and although not the hardest ride I was done by the end. I woke up around quarter to 5 am still brooding over yesterdays defeat. I was ready to go but it was still dark so I laid in my sleeping bag before packing up and getting on the road. There was an erie mist surrounding the whole country side and the sun was barely poking through the haze to give a few hundred meters of visibility. I figured it was safe enough as there was next zero traffic.
I rode for maybe 5 minutes with no wind, yes this is correct no wind, until I came upon Saskatchewan in the form of a rest stop. I took a few pictures but didn’t want to lose any opportunity with the wind being asleep and all. The road was kind of hilly with mist hanging off the tops of the hills. Any traffic that passed me soon disappeared about a kilometer ahead as if entering the Bermuda triangle. Though hilly I got over 30km an hour on some of the downhills and actually got into the big ring once.
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Every day we always start with the best intentions. Though a little mentally and physically tired I got up early thinking maybe I sneak into town for a little bit before making my way into Saskatchewan. Before heading off though I wanted to tighten up the rear rack since it seemed a little loose. After applying a little pressure the lower mounting bolt broke – shit! Now I was in trouble sort of. By this time Randy had come by and he said he had a drill and at the very least could get the bolt end out.
Other than some loud Englishman next door berating his son for marrying a German girl because his father told him not to marry a “Helga” all the while the supposed wife and some other Germans were in their company. It was totally embarrassing I wasn’t even there. I myself can say I have met a few German ladies and most of them were marriage material. I guess you can’t pick your family eh?
I got up pretty early around 7am and Mark the rider from Montreal had left a note that he had left already and didn’t want to disturb me. I packed up and started to ride off as Tim appeared from the camper trailer. I said farewell and was on my way up the hill back onto the flats. I discovered that the camera on my phone has a really easy wide angle option which will stitch 2 to 5 pictures together so I took some more of the badass lands.
