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Teacher Amelia has been replaced by happy go lucky Chantel. Gone are the words posted here that dance in your head. Now the words written by her dad will fall to the pit of your stomach that make it hard to digest. Chantel was a good sport and got up shortly after 6. Chantel isContinue reading “The day we fight the wind”

We didn’t take time to play on the slide. The alarm went off and so did we, all 23 kms to Weyburn for breakfast. The Main Track Cafe can be credited for filling the energy stores that sustained us through most of the day. The scenery was mostly the same. Trains tumbled over tracks, birdsContinue reading “The day we check into the Hotel”

In the light of dawn we packed up our tent and then learned that A&W has surprisingly good breakfasts! Our stomachs satisfied, we made a quick detour before departing to photograph the talk of the small town, the Red Apple building where the roof had spontaneously (and mysteriously) collapsed. The windmills waved, cows curiously creepedContinue reading “The day we learn about train tours”

We woke with the sun and shivered over our portable stove cooked breakfast. Just before 7:30am we set off, into the sun, still shivering from the cold. About an hour later we came to the small town of Ponteix. We detoured 2km into the town to find hot beverages and some more snacks. Amelia contentlyContinue reading “The day we both fell down”

Last night Gerald had booked a taxi and called a bike store owner to ensure he had the correct tire size. This morning, after sleeping in, Gerald travelled to Swift Current with his bike tire while Amelia braided her hair and finished packing up the tent. After a meal at Empire Restaurant (the same placeContinue reading “The day of many ups and downs (in the form of rolling hills)”

The rest stop where we stayed the night was more populated with campers and vehicles in the morning. This was proof that we aren’t the only ones that appreciate free camping! Fueled by oatmeal, we set off to chase the rays that appeared to descend from heaven through the clouds. It wasn’t long before weContinue reading “The day when the rain came”

We left our campsite in Bow Island just before 8am Tuesday morning and paid our respects to the town mascot as we departed. The morning was uneventful expect for some uprooted flowers. Just 5km from Dunmore Gerald got another flat. While Amelia learned how to patch a tube, Gerald discovered his tire was still tooContinue reading “The day the bikers called a taxi”

The sprinkling of water was inconsistent as the sun rose over our polyester dwelling. The rain that had put us to bed was now waking us up. Although now it was coming in waves, and from the ground?! No, it was the sprinkler system that we thought we’d avoided by pitching our tent on theContinue reading “The day where we found out how far CAA could tow our bikes”

The Buffalo, Jump to the Point ride has begun! No cliffs were plummeted, nor buffalo seen, but we successfully pushed off on our loaded bikes from Head Smashed in Buffalo Jump before 11am on August 4th. A bike trip involves a lot of packing and organization. For some reason a lot of the packing andContinue reading “The day where he knows he has it, but is not sure where it is”

This will be the final post for the Vancouver Island bicycle trip. First, have some fun with the before and after of the trip. See how many differences you can see from when we left Winnipeg and when we left BC. This has been the 4th year I have done a fundraiser bike ride forContinue reading “Final word”