The Art of Forgetting – Part 4

By this point in my trip log, you’re probably wondering why I’ve labelled this, “The art of forgetting.” Well as any of you who’ve been following me for any amount of time, you know I’m originally from BC. The Fraser Valley to be exact. After my family emigrated to Canada we stayed in Vancouver for …

The Art of Forgetting – Part 3

I don’t have any shots coming out of Lake Cowichan but we were just down the road from the local Timmies so we got some hot tea in me and some coffee in Mark and after a quick about face, some gas in the bikes before tackling the gravel section that was going to take …

The art of Forgetting – Part 2

If Utah and Colorado were all about the heat, Vancouver Island was going to be about water. As you can see in the picture above, the concrete is wet as are the bikes. Trouble is at this point it’s all holding off. So the choice was made to leave the rain gear off and risk …

The art of forgetting – part 1

It’s been a month since I’ve posted anything up on the blog and for that I apologize. Things have been a bit hectic around here before, during and after my return from our trip out to the west coast. Some of which I’m happy to talk about and others (not so much) but we’ll get …