Wind in your face can be refreshing. It can wake you up, blow back your hair, deliver fresh scents of wild flowers. But on a bike for 162 km, wind in your face can be an existential threat.
We have two days of riding to get to Kindersley, Sask., where we will be feted by the tourism board at their museum. We can’t wait. The route is a little over 300km, low hills, and a prevailing wind from the west. But the winds of change took over and increased to 25-30 km/hr. We started praying for more transport trucks to pass us on these cruelly thin shoulders for a few seconds of respite.
We did stop for lunch in Hanna AB, home of Nickleback. I took a photograph of the proud announcement on the sign leading into town. (Every time I see it, it makes me laugh.)
Alas, I made it to our camp ground in Cereal AB stiff, sore and tired.
After a night of jokes about the “cereal killer” at the only other occupied camp spot, I drifted off to blissful sleep and dreams of a tailwind tomorrow.