Oh, by the way I’ve actually started the trip. Unfortunately there hasn’t been too much time to type my progression due to the lack of Internet access but mostly because I’ve been enjoying the outdoors.
Not one pedal stroke and I’ve cheated already, but it wasn’t completely my fault. Cherrill invited me to Mayne Island for the weekend so we loaded our bikes onto her car and drove to Tsawwassen ferry terminal.
From Mayne’s ferry landing we cycled to Cherrill’s mom’s house: a short 8 km hilly ride. It was then I realized I was over packed (I have yet to buy a tent and sleeping bag). On a more positive note, Cherrill can now say she rode a portion of Vancouver-LA; an “I survived Van-LA” t-shirt will be sent her way.
Mayne Island was fantastic. On the same day I witnessed bald eagles play fighting and hunting, otters and seals swimming not 15 feet away, and the stereotypical landscape one conjures when thinking of Canada. The locals were very accommodating, so much so that we were invited to a bonfire in the middle of nowhere.
Standing under the starry sky, framed by fir tree silhouettes, licked by the fire’s heat, I finally captured B.C.’s essence: the nature, the friendly people. Good times.
Not one pedal stroke and I’ve cheated already, but it wasn’t completely my fault. Cherrill invited me to Mayne Island for the weekend so we loaded our bikes onto her car and drove to Tsawwassen ferry terminal.
From Mayne’s ferry landing we cycled to Cherrill’s mom’s house: a short 8 km hilly ride. It was then I realized I was over packed (I have yet to buy a tent and sleeping bag). On a more positive note, Cherrill can now say she rode a portion of Vancouver-LA; an “I survived Van-LA” t-shirt will be sent her way.
Mayne Island was fantastic. On the same day I witnessed bald eagles play fighting and hunting, otters and seals swimming not 15 feet away, and the stereotypical landscape one conjures when thinking of Canada. The locals were very accommodating, so much so that we were invited to a bonfire in the middle of nowhere.
Standing under the starry sky, framed by fir tree silhouettes, licked by the fire’s heat, I finally captured B.C.’s essence: the nature, the friendly people. Good times.
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