If the prairies worked the muscles below the knees during the speeds we were achieving; then what we rode this day worked the muscles above the knees during the snails pace we were moving at up the incline bits of the bumps! They were short and sharp but many; to add injury to pain, we had a narly head wind as well. It shivered the bones when we stopped for too longer recovery periods.
The stop for the on-coming cyclist though was so worth the wind chill shake. Mark Gorza was Canadian however, he has lived most of his life in New Zealand; currently living in Gisborne. Mark was cycling West to East having started out at St Johns New Foundland early April with a warning to be off the road during inclement weather when we reach that part of the country. It’s not worth the risk of hypothermia.
We traded other territory experiences and he gave us the heads up that if no accommodaction was available at our end destination today, sleeping in the cemetery wasn’t as bad as he imagined it could have been. Just lie there and play dead like the others at rest.
Strewth, thank goodness we found a hotel!
Lots of lakes viewed from the bike seat today. Names of lakes were names of people we know so it was fun seeing who was associated with what bit of water. All of them unique just like the people themselves.
A clunk noise heard was not given a second thought. Stones sometimes flick up and get shanghai’d. After arriving and unpacking, my sunglasses were not in the pouch inside the back of my shirt and couldn’t be found when we searched. Bugger, the clunk noise was me glasses falling out and so they lie somewhere back up the road ridden.
Now I’m going to have to squint the next four hundred odd kms till a new pair can be purchased.
So much for the person seated behind having me back covered.