I learned an important lesson upon waking up today. From now on, despite how warm my sleepingbag is, I'll sleep with my pants on and my sweater in the tent.
Even with my blood—and legs, obviously—pumping on the road, I still found myself shivering and occasionally hiding a numb set of fingers in my pocket. The light wind at my side, though not impeding my progress, also did little to soothe my stiff hands.
Riding from 07:00 to 11:40, I stopped in a DQ in Portage la Prairie after being enticed by an ad sign some kilometres gone. I sat here for a while before a horde of teens crowded the place. Hearing one table down gossip of a boy's rejected attempt at holding a girl's hand was where I drew the line, almost laughing myself out of the restaurant.
From here I checked a couple of sports stores for a new seat before bafflingly finding one in a shoe store. My old seat is soft, sure, but this new one is wider and more voluminous, with springs beneath the saddle as well. I think I prefer it, though it still doesn't save me entirely.
After stopping at a Subway in the middle of god damn nowhere, I rode for another hour before coming upon a campground. Here I sit now, my ass flattened and my legs enervated, having paid $23 to pitch a tent I could've pitched for free by another roadside thicket.
But I guess its not too bad. The guy says there'll be hot water in the morning, after he fixes the showers. And there's free wifi.
My sleeping arrangements.
So blue, gulpgulp.
Never been.
Winnipeg exit closed. Oh well. No going back.
Yeah, no thanks.
More like the ass end of this joke.
Lol 69. But actually the distance to Regina terrifies me.
Nice little trail on the campgrounds.
Did I turn off the stove before I left the house?
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Jeremy to the West
Non-FictionIn 2018 I rode my bicycle across Western Canada, covering about 2300km. It's been two years and I figured I'd release my journal entries here for anyone interested in what a trip like this does to a person's sanity. Given that they're real-life jou...