Life is a Highway... but not all highways are paved!

Fudge? Maple Walnut of course!

Aragorn: Gentlemen! We do not stop 'til nightfall.
Pippin: But what about breakfast?
Aragorn: You've already had it.
Pippin: We've had one, yes. But what about second breakfast?
[Aragorn stares at him, then walks off.]
Merry: Don't think he knows about second breakfast, Pip.
Pippin: What about elevensies? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them, doesn't he?
Merry: I wouldn't count on it.

Lake louise

Wow they are burned and thin..worn around the edges. Steel legs with more than a month of pedaling. We had fun! 2 days at the Paradise Bungalows

Slower traffic keep right

If you haven't had a dream like this, you've undoubtedly seen it on TV. The dream has the world moving around you in a high-speed blur while you are moving in slow motion. This is what bicycle touring is like for me. I'm traveling at a pace that most of the world can’t really wrap their minds around. The world around me is hopping in their cars and whisking away to their destination at about a mile a minute. By contrast, I’m plodding along at about one-sixth of that speed. What the motor-tourist can do in an hour could easily amount to a day’s effort on a bike. It’s like being in a different time zone. Every now and then the speeds synch up long enough to buy a Snicker’s bar or shooting down the backside of a mountain pass and taking the whole lane… Taking the lane because at 40 miles per hour I need a greater margin of safety to avoid pot holes, road debris, and the edge of the pavement, but also because I’m pretty much doing the posted speed limit. But these are fleeting moments and suddenly it’s back to being like a scene from the classic movie, “The Time Machine” or “The Matrix”.

Sad Day as the Tour Ends!

We did it!! It was so much fun spending time together! Thank you all!

Lake McDonald and the bikes at the top of Logan Pass