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Aug. 24th, 2007 09:45 pmIm starting the big bike trip tomorrow. The first leg will be south-west from Edmonton to somewhere called Pigeon Lake. Then Nordegg (a ghost town, so don't look for it on Google Maps) via Rocky Mountain House and the David Thomson Highway. Tuesday should see me in the Nordegg Youth Hostel, after which I'll be leading north to Jasper along the Icefields Parkway. I imagine I'll be in Jasper in about 8-9 days time. And I'll spend a day or two pootling about the trails around Magline Canyon. Then Northward to Grande Cache.
Oddly, I feel very ambivolent about this trip. I suppose the timing of my trip to Canada was determined by my brother's wedding, not my own inclination so it's been difficult to get into the holiday mood. The bike trip feels like something that got tacked on solely to justify the cost and carbon associated with coming over here.
At the same time, I know I'm doing something most people will never get a chance to. So I'll be setting off tomorrow, filled with the hope that at some point, I might start to like it.
KD mentioned to me somebody he knew who ran the Boston Marathon every year. Until one year, when he was pouding along he realized he didn't enjoy it and he didn't need the all-too-brief buzz of achievement. Ignoring (and dumbfounding) the cheering crowds, he stopped there and then and went home. In a way, he liberated himself.
"His road to Damascus was the road to Harvard Square," I said.
I've spent too much money to emulate him, though I do feel like it.
In other news, I've still not found time to read Julia Serano's book. So I'll bring it with me. You can imagine me reading it under the light of a headtorch while outside the tent, the wildlife makes free with my food supply.
Oddly, I feel very ambivolent about this trip. I suppose the timing of my trip to Canada was determined by my brother's wedding, not my own inclination so it's been difficult to get into the holiday mood. The bike trip feels like something that got tacked on solely to justify the cost and carbon associated with coming over here.
At the same time, I know I'm doing something most people will never get a chance to. So I'll be setting off tomorrow, filled with the hope that at some point, I might start to like it.
KD mentioned to me somebody he knew who ran the Boston Marathon every year. Until one year, when he was pouding along he realized he didn't enjoy it and he didn't need the all-too-brief buzz of achievement. Ignoring (and dumbfounding) the cheering crowds, he stopped there and then and went home. In a way, he liberated himself.
"His road to Damascus was the road to Harvard Square," I said.
I've spent too much money to emulate him, though I do feel like it.
In other news, I've still not found time to read Julia Serano's book. So I'll bring it with me. You can imagine me reading it under the light of a headtorch while outside the tent, the wildlife makes free with my food supply.
