Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Ashland, OR and beyond
Here I am in
Rose and I arrived here spontaneously. Due to time restraints, and cold weather, we had taken the Amtrak train from
This place has been really rewarding; we were blessed with a free space at the Wellsprings Centre, a wonderful non-profit hotspring in
At the centre, we became friends with a handful of people.
It’s been wet here as of late…even large hail has fallen. It’s actually colder here than
We have three potential ride options that could get us from here to
We will do another post as the adventure begins to unfold more.
Thanks everyone who may read this.
Lots of Love,
Ray
Monday, October 19, 2009
Attention and Apologies
I just want to put a plug out to all my friends, and family who check this out. I appreciate all of you.
Lots of love,
Ray
The First Week
The morning was clear, and our focus was blinding. Having our bicycles fully loaded, Rose and I set forth from the Saltspring home. It was an exciting moment. With smiles on our faces, we hopped on our awkwardly weighted bikes. Everything seemed possible. The adventure was about to begin. However, there was one problem; we hadn't given ourselves much time to catch our first ferry to
Saltspring’s roads bend and curve. They are filled with amazing beauty, but an amass of rolling hills. Rose took the lead as we veered right onto our first corner. And as we turned onto the busy narrow road with a steep embankment bellow, I watched in horror to see her bicycle start to sway uncontrollably. Suddenly, she hit hard onto her left side; the bike had crashed. Immediately, Cars whipped past her, only inches from where she lay. We pulled to the side, and crouched together.
There were a few early lessons to learn right off the start. First, always check the balance of your’ gear…and never assume that a bicycle rack is properly mounted. Secondly, always give yourself enough time to reach your’ destination peacefully. Needless to say, we became extremely alert and careful on the road from then on.
We arrived in
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Crossing into Anacortes
Crossing the American border was a lot easy than expected. Apparently terrorists don’t ride bicycles. Even so, I did get a cardio workout just standing there. As it turned out, we had only 5 minutes to ketch the last ferry of the evening and silly Ray couldn’t find his passport buried in his 4 bicycle bags. After the sweat formed on my brow, I finally found it. Needless to say, I know where my passport is now.