Oh no, another delayed blog, but this time for good reasons, I have even less writing time than usual, as my wife Lori has joined us and we are surrounded by friends.
We did a whirlwind ride Yesterday, starting in Blind River, going through Spanish, Espinola, and Sudbury, before ending in Parry Sound. Wait, wait, that can’t be. That’s, like, 320 km. Well, this was the day that we had been preparing for; it is time to cash in our banked km. There are a few mandatory highways that we would need to ride that have bad or none existent shoulders. Problem is, we didn’t know where most of them were, but these ones we did. So our plan has been to keep track of any extraneous mileage (mostly, North/South transit that was additional to a logical West—>East route), and bank them in exchange for riding these dangerous roads. We banked about 350 km and we have been using them sparingly, saving the bulk of them for yesterday. We were close with our calculations, but shy by about 30km, which we made up by riding a safe patch of road between Brit Station and Pointe au Baril. And that crazy route brought us to the home of Peter and Kathleen, two people that are beloved by our entire team. Once there, we recharge … as we always do.
