A common cautionary road sign in northern Ontario is the picture of a moose and the caption "Night Danger". Early one morning, Gary and I were just outside of Terrace Bay, going east, into the sun, when we crested a hill and had this confused picture present itself. A semi-trailer also travelling east was pulled over on the side of the road ('our' space), another, travelling in the same direction, was stopped in the middle of the two-lane highway. The sun was just at road level, effectively blinding us (and anyone else travelling east) so we couldn't immediately figure out what was up. The sound of a vehicle approaching from the east could be heard coming upon us out of the sun. The driver of the second truck (the one on the road) was jumping around in the middle of the road, 25 metres ahead of the action. His antics were effective in stopping the 'new player's' advance.
The first truck had hit a good sized moose square on. The moose was dead in the centre of the road, effectively blocking vehicle traffic in both directions. The truck involved in the collision had lost its radiator, lights, and most everything else up front. With three vehicles (and two bicycles) now on the scene, the moose remnants were dragged to the side of the road. It was fortunate during these few minutes that no other easterly travelling (sun blinded) vehicle appeared on the scene. The driver's spouse sleeping in the compartment behind the driver's seat sustained some brusing from the altercation and an ambulance was called.
After a few minutes we continued with our pedalling and normal traffic flow resumed. A look back in my mirror showed the moose lying in state on the righhand highway shoulder.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
A Miscellaneous Question: How (Where?) to Do This
Point one: Cyclists must drink lots of water as exercise and sun exposure all day are dehydrating
Point two: The Prairies especially are full of wide open spaces
Which leads to the problem of 'public' bathrooms for all this liquid throughput.
Solution: Lean back against the side of your bike facing away from the road, fein interest in a prairie dog or some such object of nature, and - well - answer the call. Windspeed and direction enter the calculation, a judiciously chosen break in the traffic is critical - especially important is the avoidance of such 'duties' during schoolbus pickup/dropoff/drive by times, and tour busses pose another hazard. So do good samaritans who chose to stop and enquire if they can be of assistance - little do they know
Supplementary: Female cyclists have an increased 'degree of difficulty' performing this manouver.
Point two: The Prairies especially are full of wide open spaces
Which leads to the problem of 'public' bathrooms for all this liquid throughput.
Solution: Lean back against the side of your bike facing away from the road, fein interest in a prairie dog or some such object of nature, and - well - answer the call. Windspeed and direction enter the calculation, a judiciously chosen break in the traffic is critical - especially important is the avoidance of such 'duties' during schoolbus pickup/dropoff/drive by times, and tour busses pose another hazard. So do good samaritans who chose to stop and enquire if they can be of assistance - little do they know
Supplementary: Female cyclists have an increased 'degree of difficulty' performing this manouver.
Terrace Bay, Ontario (June 22-ish)
Today is the first day of week five 'on the road', 3,400 km having been covered so far. The majesty of the BC mountains, the ranch and oil lands of Alberta, the croplands (to the horizon, in every direction) of Saskatchewan and to a lesser extent Manitoba, have given way to the rocks, forests and lakes of the Canadian Shield. And - if today is any judge - the 'hills' north of Superior are not far off the challenge set by BC's more astetically presented peaks.
But the real story is in the people we meet, and the stories/ opinions/ prejudices/ dreams they share. My hope is that I will have the occasion to share some of them, at a later day, with those who may find them of interest.
I could give you the weather (good, for the most part), the road conditions (again, good, for the most part), the distances covered (we are on schedule to make it home in about four weeks), the cities/towns/villages/hamlets passed through, the (occasional) aches and pains suffered... but I won't. It is a fine trip, I probably will be able to sit down in a normal fashion sometime in the future, and Gary and I are still friends!
Best,
Maurice/Tug/Papa
But the real story is in the people we meet, and the stories/ opinions/ prejudices/ dreams they share. My hope is that I will have the occasion to share some of them, at a later day, with those who may find them of interest.
I could give you the weather (good, for the most part), the road conditions (again, good, for the most part), the distances covered (we are on schedule to make it home in about four weeks), the cities/towns/villages/hamlets passed through, the (occasional) aches and pains suffered... but I won't. It is a fine trip, I probably will be able to sit down in a normal fashion sometime in the future, and Gary and I are still friends!
Best,
Maurice/Tug/Papa
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
June 9th
Tonight finds us in Medicine Hat, about 40 km from the Saskatchewan border. We started out this morning at Taber, and had good conditions for most of the day, with thunderstorms here and there around us. Our luck ran out just after we left the Medicine Hat Welcome Centre and the skies opened! Luckily an A&W was located nearby and I nursed a root beer for an hour or so while the storm passed. (The 'kids'
working there let us bring our loaded bikes into the establishment, I plugged my cell-phone charger in a conveniently located wall outlet and used the table as a postcard writing surface. Now if only they did laundry!) The wet grounds have rendered our planned camping site more appropriate for kayaking so we have taken a motel again. (We had one last night in Taber because of frost conditions. The day before that in Pincher Creek there was snow. Of late the Old Testament has nothing
on Alberta weather!)
Two weeks into this adventure and I am in good spirits and no worse for the wear. We have covered 1450 km in 13 riding days and the Prairies will see our daily average go up.
Maurice/Tug/Papa
working there let us bring our loaded bikes into the establishment, I plugged my cell-phone charger in a conveniently located wall outlet and used the table as a postcard writing surface. Now if only they did laundry!) The wet grounds have rendered our planned camping site more appropriate for kayaking so we have taken a motel again. (We had one last night in Taber because of frost conditions. The day before that in Pincher Creek there was snow. Of late the Old Testament has nothing
on Alberta weather!)
Two weeks into this adventure and I am in good spirits and no worse for the wear. We have covered 1450 km in 13 riding days and the Prairies will see our daily average go up.
Maurice/Tug/Papa
Monday, June 8, 2009
The First Ten Days (written from Fernie, BC, June 6, 2009)
We are resting here today and will cycle through Kicking Horse pass and into Alberta tomorrow. The weather reports indicated snow flurries and minus temperatures for today in the high ground - it is cold in Fernie - with clearing skies tonight, so after near record heat and sun for our first 1,000 km, some 'shoulder season' reality is upon us.(Our second and third motel nights are the result.) But not to worry, we are both healthy, in excellent spirits, and continue to marvel at the friendliness and hospitality of those we meet.
An example was yesterday. A slow leak in my back tire (remedied by a pump up the previous two mornings), combined with a particularly rough stretch of 'pavement' in the Fernie approach produced a flat just outside the town limits. We carry extra tubes and tires, but such work on the side of a busy road is not ideal, so Gary rode on ahead to find a bike shop, and I walked along the road side. A young couple shopping at the first bike store (there are three in Fernie we come to find) Gary came upon suggested a rescue of me with the aid of their truck. Meanwhile I had been 'rescued' by another guy and his half-ton and was taken to the same store! So by the time Gary + 2 found that I had disappeared from the road into town, and returned to the shop, I had had my tire and tube replaced and gears adjusted.
Some point form observations:
The routine: Camping mostly, early up, warm clothes, stop for a full breakfast, switch to shorts and apply sun block (no bugs yet).
The roads: Well marked, cycle friendly, usually with a rumble strip dividing the car lane from the biking lane, sometimes gravel strune, good over all. The most challenging circumstances have arisen on steep down hills (and steep up hills into the wind) where our brake assisted decents still result in 45-60 km speeds, rumble strip on our left, a cement barrier or open drops of several hundred feet on our right, trucks on our further left, and loose gravel on 'our' lane. I wondered why my arms and shoulders were aching a bit - one tends to grip the handle bars with authority!
The traffic: Quiet by times (we look for secondary road alternatives where available), unavoidably busy at other times. Truckers are supportive (usually pulling away from 'our' side into the middle of the road to reduce 'wind wash').We have had NO traffic incidents to date.
The birds and animals: Black bears (2), mule and white-tailed deer, small animals, even a turtle; lots of birds, some new to me, and bird song begins at about 4:00 AM! (One notices this when camping.)
The people: Friendly, dozens of conversations, usually initiated by the sight of heavily loaded bicycles, in camp grounds, coffee shops, information centers, just anywhere really.We have NS and Acadia flags flying as pennants from our rear panniers and a number of times cars (or, out here, trucks) have honked and sometimes reversed direction on the highway then pulled over to chat. Usually they are transplanted Maritimers. And other neat things keep happening - in Grand Forks at a banking machine I fell into conversation with a Mary Lou King, Paula Cook MacKinnon's aunt; Sandy Carmichel's niece was our server at the restaurant last evening; Mike Kelly, a '00 Acadia grad in Recreation was in the coffee shop with us this morning, and so it goes.
Maurice/Tug/Papa
An example was yesterday. A slow leak in my back tire (remedied by a pump up the previous two mornings), combined with a particularly rough stretch of 'pavement' in the Fernie approach produced a flat just outside the town limits. We carry extra tubes and tires, but such work on the side of a busy road is not ideal, so Gary rode on ahead to find a bike shop, and I walked along the road side. A young couple shopping at the first bike store (there are three in Fernie we come to find) Gary came upon suggested a rescue of me with the aid of their truck. Meanwhile I had been 'rescued' by another guy and his half-ton and was taken to the same store! So by the time Gary + 2 found that I had disappeared from the road into town, and returned to the shop, I had had my tire and tube replaced and gears adjusted.
Some point form observations:
The routine: Camping mostly, early up, warm clothes, stop for a full breakfast, switch to shorts and apply sun block (no bugs yet).
The roads: Well marked, cycle friendly, usually with a rumble strip dividing the car lane from the biking lane, sometimes gravel strune, good over all. The most challenging circumstances have arisen on steep down hills (and steep up hills into the wind) where our brake assisted decents still result in 45-60 km speeds, rumble strip on our left, a cement barrier or open drops of several hundred feet on our right, trucks on our further left, and loose gravel on 'our' lane. I wondered why my arms and shoulders were aching a bit - one tends to grip the handle bars with authority!
The traffic: Quiet by times (we look for secondary road alternatives where available), unavoidably busy at other times. Truckers are supportive (usually pulling away from 'our' side into the middle of the road to reduce 'wind wash').We have had NO traffic incidents to date.
The birds and animals: Black bears (2), mule and white-tailed deer, small animals, even a turtle; lots of birds, some new to me, and bird song begins at about 4:00 AM! (One notices this when camping.)
The people: Friendly, dozens of conversations, usually initiated by the sight of heavily loaded bicycles, in camp grounds, coffee shops, information centers, just anywhere really.We have NS and Acadia flags flying as pennants from our rear panniers and a number of times cars (or, out here, trucks) have honked and sometimes reversed direction on the highway then pulled over to chat. Usually they are transplanted Maritimers. And other neat things keep happening - in Grand Forks at a banking machine I fell into conversation with a Mary Lou King, Paula Cook MacKinnon's aunt; Sandy Carmichel's niece was our server at the restaurant last evening; Mike Kelly, a '00 Acadia grad in Recreation was in the coffee shop with us this morning, and so it goes.
Maurice/Tug/Papa
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
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Cross-Canada Ride: Update
Hi all,
Please see the link below for a look at the journey so far. Tug will be sending his own thoughts and news to this website in the future. If you can't click on it directly, please copy and paste the link into your web browser.
Thanks!
Jill
http://canadaride.blogspot.com
Please see the link below for a look at the journey so far. Tug will be sending his own thoughts and news to this website in the future. If you can't click on it directly, please copy and paste the link into your web browser.
Thanks!
Jill
http://canadaride.blogspot.com
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