There is a severe rain warning today and it's coming down hard so it's a good day to get things in order for the flight home. Picked up my down sleeping bag after having it professionally washed and noticed a little reduction in loft. Hopefully it will return with time. For whatever reason, there are no hardware stores in the downtown area. I had to take a bus to a mall to find duct tape and packing tape for our bike boxes.
Today was the first day in a long while I haven't ridden my bike. That intensified the reality of an end.
It's over.
Done.
No more rushes of adrenalin while picking your line down a steep, pothole, pockmarked, highway with a twelve inch drop off to loose gravel where a paved shoulder should be while transport trucks blow by.
Thank you Ontario.
No more impatient drivers yelling out their passenger windows telling you in not polite terms to get off the road.
Thank you New Brunswick.
No more incredible prairie sunsets.
Thank you Saskatchewan.
No more warm, welcoming Quebecer's who blew their stereotype out of the water.
Thank you Quebec.
No more "Take your breath away" views of a wild, cliff faced South Shore.
Thank you New Foundland.
I could go on and on and still it would not convey the physicality or the "Over the top" stimulation of your senses on a daily basis.
And suddenly it's gone.
