Believe it, Baby!!!

Yesterday, we dipped our tires in the Atlantic Ocean in "The Gut" in Quidi Vidi, Newfoundland!

Our quizzical, non-celebratory expressions are more of an "Is that camera timer working? Was that a beep? Did you hear a beep?!?" look than an "I'm wrestling with an existential crisis because I just finished biking across Canada and now there's nothing left to do but pack up and fly home."

While there's so much to say yet, I'm still on Newfoundland time, which means that I've woken up on the West Coast at 6:30 in the morning to discover that my body is outraged that it hasn't had its coffee yet.

Elvis Sighting!!

The King's disembodied head was seen presiding over the hostel bar in Québec.

Ed note: Apologies for the grainy quality of the shot. We had to use the camera phone because, as we all know, The King is elusive and fanatical about remaining underground, so we didn't have time to go back up to the room to get our camera.

Dana! Dana! Dana! Wait for It...

Elvis sighting! Elvis sighting! Elvis sighting!

The King, in all his gold lamé suited glory in Quyon, Québec.

Yes, yes, yes!

A head-in-the-hole picture from Calgary!

Agassiz to Hope: The Deluge

The (first) day of torrential rains. Driving rain that hammered into the tent loud enough to wake us up with a start. We lay in bed for over an hour, hoping the rain would stop so that we could get out of the tent but instead the storm intensified with each passing minute. Kieran was the first to brave the rain and he dragged all our gear into a nearby gazebo where a number of picnic tables had been stacked and stored.

We spent the morning huddled in the gazebo, sitting on upturned picnic tables and watching the icy silver sheets of rain billowing of the roof. We spread out our gear on the picnic tables, feebly hoping it would dry out enough for us to re-pack it. Everything was wet, the tent, the bedding, our clothes and, most tragically, my wool socks.

Eventually, we accepted that the rain was not going to let up. We decided to do the short ride into Hope where we could get a room. A little rain would have been fine, but this was not a little rain. This was biblical.

Our outlook improved somewhat in Hope because we came across our first one of these photo opportunities:

We have since resolved that we will stop for every single one of these damn things that we come across. (Aside: Is there an official name for these stick-your-head-in-the-hole-and-take-a-picture things?)

Stats: 40 km travelled; 4 wet feet; 1 head-in-the-hole picture
Total distance: 184 km

The Family Photo

Our camera lasted long enough to take one (1) photo last night, which fortunately was the family photo. We promised to post it so everyone could have a copy and we've miraculously remembered. xoxo Jay and Kieran