The day the bikers called a taxi

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 day where we found out how far CAA could tow our bikes

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 day where he knows he has it, but is not sure where it is

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”