Greetings from a crappy motel in Sydney NS. I figured I may as well go out with a bang. No, I didn’t pop a tire. I rode a century. A good old fashioned imperial one – 166 kms / 103 miles. It took 11 hours and I’m beat. But also now clean and shaved and… Read More

After 30 years of living in Canada, I saw my first moose today! Does that mean I can now move somewhere without winter? The night before last there was a crazy thunderstorm in the middle of the night. The rain woke me up and the lightening lit up my tent like daytime. When I got… Read More

I am at the edge of the world. It’s a tough place to cycle to. I spent half the day in granny gear. If this trip ended today I’d be satisfied. I got exactly the rugged, dramatic and rocky coastline views I was hoping for. And for a quick minute, it looked like it might… Read More

Answer me this: when motorists smile at a cyclist riding up a really big hill, what the hell does the smile mean? It can’t mean ‘I’m so happy for you’ because that would be weird. I don’t think it means ‘you signed up for this, dumbass’ because there appears to be kindness in the eyes…. Read More

You know those workers who hold up stop signs for road construction on highways? On a bike trip you actually get to speak to them. This morning my red bearded, sign holding friend (of course he had a red beard, I’m in Nova Scotia!) filled me in on all the details about my ride that… Read More

This morning, the cashier at the local grocery shop said ‘what a beautiful day to ride a bike’, and she wasn’t kidding. Rain!? No, not really. My day started by being within 20 feet of a bald eagle. As I was packing up, this huge bird just took off. And I mean huge. What a… Read More