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Yes you read that right 247.8 big ones. Sing with me, OHHHHHHH what a feeeellling, what a rush. Yesterday I was ready to quit and today you couldn't stop me. I had a massive tail wind, a slight down hill and the urge to GO. I rode down hwy 16 to Westbourne. From there I made a judgement call the wind was blowing strong with stronger gusts. As I started heading south the gusts would bounce me into traffic. With little or no shoulder I felt it was crazy to continue that way sooo.... I took #227. 60 Km of gravel but low traffic and the wind was straight behind me. Not a road I would suggest to any one with a delicate bike but Phebea's a mule (like me) so we did great. From there I took Hwy 67 until it ran out then I took Hwy 9 south to Hwy 44 by that time the winds and I were both dying but I couldn't find a campsite anywhere. I stopped in Garson to get a hotel room. He was booked up but if I wanted to wanted one the 28th I could have one then. (I almost got the feeling that he wanted me to wait on the back step until then.) He told we there was a hotel in Tyndell a few KM down the road. By this time the sun had set and even with all my flashing lights and reflective gear I was feeling very vulnerable. I pulled into Tyndell and asked a couple of the local gentlemen where the hotel was. They told me but were quite emphatic that I not stay there. So I asked if I could pitch my tent their backyard. They obliged. As I set up Gary was happy to see I had bear spray. He reminded that I was getting back into bear country which was good because after crossing the prairies I had become a little relaxed about them. An hour later I was set up, my clothes were in the dryer and I was happily visiting with the Ross family, Gary and Kim, their kids Justin, Tyler and Aaron, their neighbour and Kim's mom. My faith in humanity restored.
Yes you read that right 247.8 big ones. Sing with me, OHHHHHHH what a feeeellling, what a rush. Yesterday I was ready to quit and today you couldn't stop me. I had a massive tail wind, a slight down hill and the urge to GO. I rode down hwy 16 to Westbourne. From there I made a judgement call the wind was blowing strong with stronger gusts. As I started heading south the gusts would bounce me into traffic. With little or no shoulder I felt it was crazy to continue that way sooo.... I took #227. 60 Km of gravel but low traffic and the wind was straight behind me. Not a road I would suggest to any one with a delicate bike but Phebea's a mule (like me) so we did great. From there I took Hwy 67 until it ran out then I took Hwy 9 south to Hwy 44 by that time the winds and I were both dying but I couldn't find a campsite anywhere. I stopped in Garson to get a hotel room. He was booked up but if I wanted to wanted one the 28th I could have one then. (I almost got the feeling that he wanted me to wait on the back step until then.) He told we there was a hotel in Tyndell a few KM down the road. By this time the sun had set and even with all my flashing lights and reflective gear I was feeling very vulnerable. I pulled into Tyndell and asked a couple of the local gentlemen where the hotel was. They told me but were quite emphatic that I not stay there. So I asked if I could pitch my tent their backyard. They obliged. As I set up Gary was happy to see I had bear spray. He reminded that I was getting back into bear country which was good because after crossing the prairies I had become a little relaxed about them. An hour later I was set up, my clothes were in the dryer and I was happily visiting with the Ross family, Gary and Kim, their kids Justin, Tyler and Aaron, their neighbour and Kim's mom. My faith in humanity restored.
A barn in Beaudejour
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