“Living on the Riverside taking it all in my stride. Living on the Riverside, I’m taking life like a big long ride. “ America
Day 20 Montague to Elmira 81km 245 m
Day 21 Elmira to St Peters 45 kms 104 m
Day 22 St Peters to Barkley Beach 66 kms 100 m
Day 23 Barkley Beach to Summerside 62 kms 170 m
Day 24 Summerside to Shediac NB 112 kms 200 m
TOTAL JOYRIDE DEUX SO FAR 1859 kms 7915 m
Weather matters. And it continues to be good. Bonus? The leaves are just starting to turn and are beautiful.
We follow the manicured Confederation Trail until we get close to a recommended destination, then we get on quiet back roads or red “gravel” roads. Most of these backroads are smoother than silk. The Trail has enough interpretive signs to result in an average speed of 3 km per hour, so even I stopped stopping. Every kilometer there is a bench or covered picnic table so one can rest from the 0 elevation gain and non-existant traffic of any sort.
There are great seafood restaurants everywhere. Some right next door to where we stayed. Not that we planned that. Okay, maybe we did. But we also internet hunted for shelters with a kitchen of some sort, and fresh seafood from the grocery store has been amazing. Gear Guy, now Chef Guy, is the head cook and does an amazing Atlantic Salmon, cod and mussels! For dessert – the best, biggest chocolate chip cookie in the world at the Black and White Cafe in St Peters. Chef Guy obsesses over oysters where ever and whenever he can. We met Jake and Lisa. Jake is a fisher and was booked to go Wicked Tuna fishing the next morning. He and Jay got into all things tuna and beer and oysters.
Sadly, PEI is in seasonal close down. Closed signs are in many windows in each town. A bit strange, as there seems to be tourists everywhere, except on the bike paths. September long weekend seems to be the end of most everything. The higher end hotels are open til mid October, but not surprisingly, they are all full – and that’s before they even caught sight of us! Good restaurants require reservations. A shortage of staff due to “the CERB” since “the Covid” (island talk) continues to make it difficult to run a business even if they wanted to stay open (which they don’t).
We met Danielle and Bernie at one little seafood restaurant. Bernie is a long distant trekker. He’s done many treks and is now doing the the Island Walk, a 700 km walk around PEI. Danielle joins up with Bernie on his adventures. Intriguing…. Trekking is perhaps an obvious, but only recently initiated, brilliant idea in PEI. Check it out: https://theislandwalk.ca/about-the-island-walk/.
We rode along the north shore where the endless red beaches captivated us and resulted in many stops, snoozes and stretches. My collection of shells and rocks are carefully hidden in Jay’s bag.
We bumped into Katherine Dewar during one beach stop. Katherine is a retired nurse turned published author. She writes about under appreciated maritime female war heroes. Our chat was, well, mesmerizing. Of course, we forced her to autograph and sell us the only book she happened to have with her. We look forward to her next one, out soon. Look her up.
When we crossed from the north shore to the south, we encountered PEI farmland everywhere. The famous potato crop is being harvested, as well as delicious corn.
We departed ole PEI on the 25 year old Confederation Bridge. The curved, 12.9 kilometre bridge is the longest in the world crossing ice-covered water, and continues to endure as one of Canada’s top engineering achievements of the 20th century. Justifiably, no pedestrians or cyclists are allowed on the bridge, so a shuttle is provided. We were told that “only 4 boikers have used it this years”. It’s the Covid. Heard that alot.
So long PEI, we will return. Officially our 10th province on our cross Canada Joy Ride. Off to New Brunswick to close the gap to the scene of the broken pelvis… as Bond fans would say: ”Stay tuned for the epic conclusion”.
We had lots of ”epic” and even some ”epic-er” in NF. Now we needed some “Awesome!”. And we got it in Nova Scotia – the promised land of gravel bikers. We staggered off the massive Newfoundland ferry in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia to sunshine and warmth; still mostly damp, slightly hypothermic and very much wind blown in our NL long underwear and rain gear. There we were assaulted with too many route options for us to process, having gotten use to the NF one road, one rail trail system. We deliberated each and every turn, often changing our minds at the next corner. First off, we passed on the Cabot Trail. Although stunningly beautiful, we have both done it (Jay twice), and we are still in Newfoundland recovery mode and didn’t exactly crave for the extra 1600 m of elevation. Or the Cabot Trail traffic.
We had good intel from Sue S’s friend Karla who lives in the area. And we remain determined to stay off all main roads. So straight off the start we took a gravel route – clearly less traveled; though we hesitated, still scarred from Newfoundland gravel, but we were rewarded with a day of pristine, heavenly, downhill both ways, type of gravel biking. Our bikes were made for this. It’s like we almost forgot it could be this good. Lucky for Navigation Guy….
Next day the TCT offered another sensational day on the Ceilidh Trail, observing nary a soul nor sage fly. In the 1800’s 50,000 or so Scottish Highlanders immigrated to Cape Breton and the Gaelic language is still prominent on every road sign in the area and Céilidhs with music and dancing are very common on this Musical Coast. We got into the spirit by drinking at the Frolic and Folk pub. Gear Guy, now Gaelic Guy, impressed no one with his vocals.
There are cozy, ocean side cottages and inns a plenty and ne’r too far off route. Sea food markets are attached to beer stores – this is just how bike packing should be. And we haven’t donned a jacket, rain gear or long undees since we got off the Ferry.
At times we felt like we were dreaming: ”I wish I had a snooze stop with a hammock” “I need a lunch stop on the ocean with a historical Scottish cairn”
Sunshine lasted for 3 days until Odette arrived. Yet another tropical storm. Gear Guy, now Hurricane Guy, rated the storm as ”Relatively unimpressive.” having experience now with Ida and Larry. But still, we used the threat to enjoy a day off, wandering around Antigonish, a town of 4364 people. The University of St FX has 5127 students on a spectacular campus that we explored with the sole goal of finding the only coffee shop open on a Sunday.
We stayed at the Maritime Inn in Antigonish where the management did our laundry, offered to loan us their car and kept saying, ”You are family now, it is the least we can do.”; stopping short of adding, ”When you look and smell like you do…..” Next time you are in Antigonish stay at the Maritime Inn!
And then, back on a ferry and over to PEI – our 10th province. We are nigh to closing the gap in our cross Canada JoyRide. Hard to believe. We loved NS. It was an awesome gravel bike paradise but (already) PEI is awesome-er.
Day 14 – Cartyville – Port aux Basque 110 kms 700 m
TOTAL SO FAR ON JOY RIDE DEUX 1091 kms 5281 m
And I say way-hey-hey, it’s just an ordinary day And it’s all your state of mind At the end of the day You’ve just got to say it’s all right!
Our Newfoundland biking days have been scheduled mainly to miss hurricanes; which left us in somewhat less desirable places to stay – anything with a roof basically. We have used our sleeping bags in several of the minus 3 star motels/shelters. But as Joc reminded me, ”It only has to FEEL like a Fairmont” – and they did! The 128 kms into Deer Lake was to ensure we could make it to Cornerbrook before Larry hit. We made it before the hurricane, but endured a 40km/hour headwind the entire 8 hours in the saddle. Continuing relentless headwinds out of Deer Lake to Cornerbrook pushed us to go back to the rail trail from the highway, where we are somewhat protected from the winds. But Navigator Man’s cruel choice of bringing us into Cornerbrook resulted in 3 brutally steep climbs, the last of which hit 12.3% grade according to Garmin, but I swear was well over 38%!
One of the enchantments of Newfoundland is if we stand still for longer than 3 minutes with our bikes, we are invited in for tea by someone. We were taking a short break off the rail trail that passed through a small village of homes when Bob strolled by to invite us for tea “up at the house with the Missus”. Sure! Bob and Eileen are the happiest people in the world. We laughed and chatted for over an hour, sipping tea and talking about their beautiful home that Bob built. Their enormous 12 cord pile of wood that Bob cuts and splits himself ”to fuel da furnace” makes Jay’s brother’s Manitoba winter pile look like a match stick. Bob is 73 but strong as a bull, new shoulders and all. And Eileen keeps it all together with their massive family of combined 28 siblings, kids and grandkids. Just looking at this photo makes us beam.
We now have first hand knowledge as to why Newfoundland has the only ”weather dependent” civic holiday in the country. On the first Wednesday in August each year, St John’s celebrates its annual regatta, typically, a party of over 50,000 people. In fact, this 200 year old event is a civic holiday in St John’s. But if weather conditions are not favorable (very likely in our experience) the event is postponed until “the next suitable day”. Add to this the George Street festival schedule aligns with the regatta, and now you have many people counting on a day off, something referred to as Regatta Roulette. Thanks Gord for pointing out this Newfoundland trivia.
We loved busy Cornerbrook, filled with walkers, runners and cyclists and great restaurants. Mussels so good we went back twice! We spent 1 night in the Discomfort Inn, then managed to move to the Glynwinn Inn which is like Chateau Lake Louise Newfoundland style. We even managed to rent a truck for a few hours! This was perfect as a local bike store (remember there are 2 on the whole island) installed our new tires and did a much needed tune on the bikes.
Day 9 South Brook – Springdale 14km (completely in the wrong direction, but the only place for food)
TOTAL SO FAR FOR JOY RIDE DEUX 632 KMS 4941 M
20 years ago today, Gander played a heartwarming part in 9/11, well shared around the world in the musical “Come from Away”.
On the northeast tip of North America, on an island called Newfoundland, there’s an airport. It used to be one of the biggest airports in the world, and next to it is a town called Gander.
Welcome to the rock if you come from away, You’ll probably understand about half of what we say. They say no man’s an island but an island makes a man, Especially when one comes from one like Newfoundland. Welcome to the Rock
Some history – Gander airport was the world’s largest airport when built in 1936. Built essentially in the wilderness to promote transatlantic air travel on planes that did not yet exist. New and unknown, Gander secretly transported 20,000 aircraft to Europe during the Second World War before it filled its roll as a trans-Atlantic stop over.
We enjoyed our gander at Gander (thanks mom for that) while we hunkered down 2 days for Ida leftovers. We were well educated at the local aviation museum but noticed that the 9/11 incident is barely mentioned – not surprising since the last upgrade was in 1967 for Canada’s centennial. But it is not really mentioned anywheres. We managed to find a rare rental car to run errands and day trip to Twillingate. Twillingate is a historical and ruggedly beautiful fishing town. A rental car is something you used to be able to book easily, on-line or by phone, until COVID. Now rental cars are as rare as Big Foot sightings. But we digress. Shockingly, the museums were closed for the long weekend (reopening on Tuesday). And the fresh fish market was closed for the season. And there ya have it. Reminded us of home – “might be busy with a long weekend and covid restrictions off, we’d better close Bye.”
The trail continues to challenge bodies and bikes. 60kms of gravel biking in tough conditions is an exhausting day – weaving and dodging the large gravel and ruts and puddles. There is no shortage of large gravel here on The Rock. Day 7 we left the trail after 60kms and hit the road. My tire plugs are leaking, my gears are complaining and my bike is struggling too.
There was a point here at Badger NL that the trail cut across the Gaff Top Sails. We were looking forward to it. However, local intel suggested that with the recent hurricane rains, and those still coming, the very rough trail would likely be washed out in places making the impassable trail, well, impassable. My leaky tire was yet another reason to rethink a remote, rough, 130km. So we bypassed that bit of the rail trail and took the highway for that portion.
Day 8 into South Brook was all on highway – fairly flat. We enjoyed a tail wind, the last we are likely to see on the Rock, so we did a run north with only 3 stops to put new plugs in the tire (now sporting 8 plugs). The new tire in Corner Brook seems a long way off still……because it is.
GEAR GUY on tires – Okay, so there is a reason I haven’t put a tube into Deb’s suffering and leaky tubeless tire. Here’s the thing, once you use a tube, then you’re stuck with a tube. And we only have one tube. And it’s not just Deb’s tires that are leaking. All of them are. Easily evidenced by the weeping sealant at the end of a Rail Trail day. And on these trails, pinched tubes is a risk. And if you pinch a tube then I’ve got leaky tires and a leaky tube to deal with. So my plan is to just keep plugging until they just won’t hold any air and then take the last resort to a tube. Because we’re still a long way to get new tires.
All the services, convenience stores, rest stops, or groceries google showed along the way were either closed or non existant. The hotel we had booked was closed on the long weekend (of course) but agreed to open the door for us. But naturally when we arrived after another long, sporty weather day, the place was closed, locked and with no one there. No where even to pitch a tent (thank goodness). We cycled on through a NF squall to Spring Dale, 14 kms out of the way. We’ve come to learn too well that riding in a NF squall in hurricane season is like peddling through a car wash. Now on google maps Spring Dale looked deceivingly like a small, quaint, touristy town on a peninsula that happened to have the only grocery store for 160 kms. But there must have been a Cod Bake or something going on as the traffic on the narrow road was like the Deerfoot 500.
We thought we would answer some questions we have been asked:
You planned an unsupported bike traverse of a barren, inhospitable landscape just as a line of hurricanes was making landfall; are you looking for epic or just stupid? Stupid.
Are you tough or dumb? See above.
Are you really that hung up on finishing? Maybe on an ATV.
Does Jay’s mullet have the same degree of attraction for the ladies on the east coast it has out west? Yes, Bye
What did you bring that you haven’t used? Common sense. And swimming suits.
What do you wish you brought? Spare tire. Carried one all during BC but not since.
Do you want to join us on a bike tour in October? Only if it’s in Antarctica. Its drier there. And not as windy.
Did you know that hurricane season in Newfoundland is technically from June to November? Did you know the peak of the season is September 10? We didn’t…gotta go…need to make tracks. Larry is on the way – we continue weaving and dodging… Do you know what the odds are of cycling into not one, but two hurricanes in a 10 day span? Gear Guy, now Weather Guy, says the odds are ”%#@!*& to one”.
Day 1 St John’s Airport – Conception Bay 75.0 kms 1018 m elevation
Day 2 Conception Bay – Blake Town 67 kms 624 m
Day 3. Blake Town – Arnolds Cove 70kms 821 m
Day 4 Arnolds Cove – Muddy Brook 97.3 kms 760 m
Day 5 Muddy Brook – Gambo 62 kms 374 m
TOTAL SO FAR ON JOY RIDE DEUX – 373 KMS 3597 M ELEVATION
There are many who could do the distance and elevation we’ve done in just one long day. We know some of them, we don’t like them. But the T’Railway trail is, well, challenging. It’s tough. Even by Fernie standards. Almost all of the 371 kms covered so far are on the T’Railway trail – the abandoned rail road that crosses NFLD (also called the TransCanadaTrail but not by Newfies). It is astonishingly remote at times, as quiet as a whisper. It can be smooth and wonderful and abruptly turn into a messy, teeth shaking, hand numbing, razor sharp rock quarry, with unexpected craters and small ponds thrown in. At all times it is reliably unreliable.
Day 1 was mostly side roads and city pathways. Day 2 started on the rail trail until our bodies couldn’t handle it and we aborted up to the highway to end the day on pavement. Day 3 we stayed mainly on the busy, stressful highway to prove the discomfort of the trail wasn’t so bad. Since the highway day, the princess has sucked it up and remained commendably stoic, if I do say so myself. Days 4 and 5 were all rail trail, and were sensational days spent looking for moose and blueberries (while I bounced off sharp rocks).
We were warned about the Rail trail. Few do it on a bike, and those that do, do it on fat bikes or mountain bikes with oversized tires. We currently are running 47mm. Too narrow. You need at least 55mm in case we have enticed you to come ride the trail. We’ve already suffered a 3 plug flat. And it leaks. Tubes wouldn’t help.
Trail “upgrades” are frequent, often close to major centres of more than 500 in population, and always involve truck loads of 2 inch gravel. The sharp kind. The unrideable kind. At least on a bicycle. The ATVs seem to push the gravel into three organized, 6 inch high walls, leaving behind just enough rocks in between that a cyclist must always be vigilant to swerve the most pointed, tire piercing rocks. We cycle behind one another in case of any urgent need to make the daring plunge across the center pile to get to where the grass is greener – only to return again shortly thereafter. It is comical to watch from behind the constant weaving, dodging and darting.
We’ve seen only one other couple riding – Paul and Dwanda from St Johns; out for a day ride on high end carbon 29er Mountain Bikes with + tires. Last year, they did the entire trail on gravel bikes, but on the newest model Salsa Cut Throat (that come standard with 56mm tires). Gear guy is already speccing our next gravel bikes – Cut Throats. Our Kona Libres are great but can only take 50mm tires. Not that it matters right now, because it is not possible to source any tires wider than 47mm which is what we’re riding now. They are basically cut to shreds with goo leaking out from innumerable spots and plugs barely hanging on, mostly holding the air in. We have ordered new tires from our Winnipeg bike shop that should make it to a nearby town in a few days and many, many more kms of gravel.
There are about 500,000 people in NFLD and two bike shops. Two. The nearest one to us is now about 400kms (of already well described trails)away. But if you are into ATVing, Newfoundland is your place. There are about a million ATV shops. Like 7/11 stores. We’ve run into lots of ATVs on the trail. And they are friendly, but we wonder (as I’m sure they do) where is the fun in dat?
We have had to do more planning than we typically like. Typically means “What’s for lunch?” at 11:30 am. Between the weather threats, lifted restrictions bringing every Newfoundlander home, the September long weekend, limited accommodations and no fresh food for hundreds of kms on the trail, we have had to be more organized. But we take a look at the road just ahead and take it slow and steady, ensuring we find every Fairmont on the island.
Canadians are special. Newfoundlanders are exceptional. The post office lady helping us tape our parcel smaller so Canada Post would take it. The BnB host who drove us to his parents’ home where we filled a bag with garden vegetables and fresh caught cod. Another host who drove us to get a rent a car and back again. The liquor store clerk who pulled off the road the next day to say hi when passing us. And of course, Paul, who we met biking with Dwanda on the trail. Paul stays in touch with us by email and has had great tips on the trail. Everyone is so friendly and wants to know “Where ya to bye?”; which we think means – “What’s our story?”; which is complicated to explain why we are heading west while on a cross Canada bike trip from Victoria.
The sea food is crazy good. Dinner tonight was fresh caught salmon (Jay’s fishing pals know that I don’t need to add “bought from store”). We are finding bnb’s whenever possible so we can cook the fresh fish that is in the rare grocery stores close to the trail. Cod tongues (they must have bigger mouths than I could ever imagine), scruntions (deep fried pork belly), and toutons (deep fried dough dipped in maple syrup) have all been on the menu as well. When in Rome…
But really, this trail is awesome, as long as you are packed for it and have lots of tire patches and plugs. There’s drinking water everywhere and we have made note of the locations of the many sensational camp spots if you are interested. Just so you know that it has not been all bourgeoisie biking, we had the cook stove out a few times for soup to take the edge off. At this rate we should be off the Rock sometime in 2022, just in time for Jay to see the Jets win the Stanley Cup.
We have about 1400kms left to complete our cross Canada ride, 900 of them in Newfoundland. As Covid has things around the world screwed up, we decided to do the route backwards; because sometimes you have to go backward to go forward. We flew from Winnipeg to St John’s Newfoundland to close the gap to the scene of the crime, Miramichi, New Brunswick, and beyond if the weather holds.
Departure Day minus 2 days
A massive overnight wind storm at our lake in Manitoba tipped our sail boat and bent the mast and rolled our little laser sail boat like a lawn chair, putting a fist size hole it it. Our Gull Lake training regime might have had something to do with that. Gear Guy (already delinquent on duties) and my brother were busy in the scotch that night so nothing really got tied down for the storm.
Departure Day minus 1 day
In my search to get more detail about the TransCanada Trail or T’Railway in Newfoundland, I managed to connect with Kevin, a seasoned local cyclist, new gravel rider, who was quick to chat on the phone and email me some details of his T’Railway ride across Newfoundland in 2017 – on a fat bike. “Unless you are a masochist, there are much better ways to see our province.” One province, 880 kms, in excess of 5200 meters of elevation and riding east to west against prevailing winds on a really, really bad trail. We’re in.
Plane hit seagulls on take off. Gear Guy, now Plane Guy, said the collision sounded like a small explosive. And then the plane seemed to decelerate quickly as the captain calmly accounted the incident and that we had to make an immediate landing, cleverly not using the term “emergency”. But as the Red River is not as wide as the Hudson, our Captain Ms Sully circled around and landed back in Winnipeg.
The delay meant we missed our connection to St John’s, but at least it was only 5 hours. Until weather caused further delay…
We arrived in St John’s at 5 am, approximately 15 hours later than planned, but safely and without further incident.
Riding Day One – Airport to Cape Spear (the outermost eastern tip of North America) – an out and back from St John’s. Cape Spear is the official eastern KM 0 of the TCT. The wonderful family that received a Freedom Concepts Bike during our ride in 2019 met us at Cape Spear. Very special.
Sue, Mel, Kai and Remi not only brought us lunch but also made a donation for a bike. Very special family.
Did about 75km and 900m of elevation that day. It was fantastic. Except for the rain. And the wind. And the cold. And no place to stay because of the music festival in St Johns. As we ended our day of riding, we discovered there was not one room in the entire city. Just when we were resigned to (gasp) camping, one of the places we called had a cancellation. Only 22 extra kms, in the wind, the cold and rain. Of course, that’s when I got a flat tire. And it still has a slow leak. Other than that, it’s awesome! Our plan is to continue on the T Rail trail, in spite of warnings against. It’s cold and windy. But at least its raining….. Our slow tire leak continues. But we’re not worried, there’s a bike shop in 640 kms.
The George Street Music Festival is on this week, for the first time in 2 years. And it would seem that all of Newfoundland is in St John’s to attend. A local said, “There are so many Newfoundlanders visiting now that COVID restrictions are lifted the island is going to sink.” We were hoping to see Allan Doyle and Great Big Sea but the lead band of the night was Glass Tiger. Chris S. would have loved that.
Gotta go, a kind hearted Newfie warned us that, “You needs to hunker down soons with them boikes cause a hurricanes a comin”. He was referring to Hurricane Ida. Which we never thought about. Til now.
Numerologists say being alive in 2020 is special because it is the only year you are likely to live through wherein the first two digits will match the second two digits. Non-numerologists (!) found 2020 “special” in other ways – shortages of toilet paper and hand sanitizer, bikes and skis, yeast and flour, travel and live music, fresh turkeys and live sports. And what about the over abundance of Netflix and masks, Zoom meetings and directional arrows, sweat pants and housecleaning. But really, can there ever be too many puppies?
And yet, there have been many bright spots for our family in 2020. Here are two of our favourite things of 2020.
We were able to donate two more bikes since our last blog this time last year, both from your generous donations. Meet Ethan and his parents.
Ethan was born with a congenital myopathy called Nemaline Myopathy (NM). It is a rare muscle disease and he is on the more severe end of the spectrum. It affects his skeletal muscles, resulting in low muscle tone all over. It significantly affects his breathing and swallowing muscles, so he has a tracheostomy and ventilator to support his breathing and a feeding tube. Despite his condition, he is capable of so much. He is a strong-willed, funny and curious little boy. He now has a bike to get around on, and we were thrilled to see his excitement (on Zoom) when he received it earlier this year.
Kenzie, 17 yrs old, was nominated to receive a bike by Peak Performance Health Center in Mirimachi New Brunswick, the clinic and staff that were so kind after my fall in August 2019. They have also been key supporters of Kenzie during her journey. Thank you so much Jason! Kenzie has always been a very active and passionate person, full of energy and dreams. She was a competitive cheerleader, avid skier and swimmer. In early December of 2018 Mackenzie was diagnosed with Complex Regional Pain Syndrome. Mackenzie’s dreams have now changed to a day she can live without pain and be able to walk again. We met her on Zoom and know she will make the most amazing recovery possible. If anyone can, Kenzie can.
That is 14 bikes donated across the country now! AND there will at least another 4 -5 bikes donated with the funds you have contributed. We continually watch for urgent need for bike donations.
The completion of our JoyRide in 2020 was delayed due to provincial travel restrictions. So, another one of our favourite things is to think about picking up where we left off and completing JoyRide in 2021 when provincial borders open. Or maybe we will do it again in reverse. Or maybe we’ll go from North to South. Or maybe…… One thing 2020 has taught us is to appreciate our favourite things even more – time with family and friends in person, an inside dinner party, unrestricted travel.
We hope you are able to find meaningful connections with family and friends, even if they can’t be in person yet. Wishing you and your families a healthy and happy balance of 2020 and a return to your favourite things in 2021.
Has it really been 19 weeks, 1 day, and 3 hours since we last wrote? I’m mostly rehabbed from the broken pelvis. We have well used crutches and a stylish cane available for sale, cheap. My doctor and I are besties. I have enjoyed the company of 3 different physios and am still looking for one that will support my unsubstantiated theory of rehabilitation with cardio and weight training. What happened to “Moving is Medicine”?
We’ve learned a few things along this rehab journey.
For instance, when this part of your pelvis breaks, it usually breaks in more than one place. As mine did. But we didn’t find that out until week 6. We also learned that there are vastly differing views on how best to recover from a broken pelvis – some say weight bear and circulation help heal, others say do mostly nothing and still others said “Listen to your body”. I went with the “listen to your body” view mostly. But my hearing is not great. We also learned that sometimes a body doesn’t like supplements meant to speed healing.
But ultimately, and reluctantly, we learned that time is the best healer. Well, time and friends; friends dropping in for visits, teaching me bridge, jabbing my butt with needles, keeping pace with and my crutches and driving me places. I’m still careful and don’t plan on falling for 12 months, but feeling great. Could have been so much worse, but really – avoid breaking your pelvis.
I have now biked (on smooth pavement), cross country skied (short loop), downhill skied (my now Ski Sentry Gear Guy tracking annoyingly close behind me), hiked in Banff with girlfriends (loved having 11 moms with me), hiked in Palm Desert with girlfriends (including shopping therapy), visited my mom in Winnipeg, enjoyed Broadway shows with my Jessie, and danced (in heels) at my son’s wedding. How lucky am I? Life is returning to its wonderful “normal”. I am grateful.
At our son’s wedding we compared marriage to our bike journey, we will share it here.
Everyday is fantastic, but some days are more fantastic than others.
Like a long bike trip, a long marriage is two people trying to ride together – but on two different bikes.
You sometimes get lost on a bike, (especially if Jay is navigating), but at least you are lost together.
Always stop in on friends and family. They really do want to see you, and feed you, and serve you beer and wine and do your laundry and help fix your bike.
Always cherish your biking partner in life but even more so if they crash and break their pelvis.
And hey, since our last blog update, we have added FIVE more bike deliveries to the JoyRide!
St. John’s Newfoundland – On account of the crash, we missed getting to St. John’s Newfoundland to meet Kai and his family, Mel, Sue, and Remi. But the bike delivery proceeded as planned with our friends from Freedom Concepts. Kai has limited head and trunk control requiring total support. His new bike allows him to move on his own – and he can teach his sister how to ride! We look forward to meeting Kai next spring in St. John’s.
Fernie, BC – Terry Fox Day was the perfect day to get on a new bike in our hometown. Lilianna and Liam participated in Terry Fox Day for the first time and completed multiple laps around the track (along with hundreds of other kids). Their smiles and energy were amazing! They even stopped the rain!
Minden, Ontario – Chris and Jocelyn experienced first hand the impact of a bike on a child and her family. Harper had a beautiful fall day to take her new bike for a spin. Angelman Syndome prohibits 6 year old Harper from moving independently, but she LOVES to feel the wind in her face. Thanks to Chris and Joc for making that happen.
Fredericton, NB – In our last blog we wrote about our great meeting with James over a couple of pints in Fredricton. James is amazing. And he received his custom bike this fall. Have a look.
Two of these bikes were from very generous donations. We will be donating another 5 or more bikes from your donations in the next year – yes that means a total of at least 17 bikes shared across Canada. We are overcome with gratitude for your support.
Our plan is to finish our JoyRide through PEI, Nova Scotia and Newfoundland (a mere 1400 kms or so) in spring 2020. We will send you updates on those adventures and more bike giveaways as they happen. In the meantime, we wish you the very best of the holidays and health and happiness in 2020.
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“Hot day for boiking” the eldery gentleman waved to us as we passed by, just kilometers beyond the New Brunswick sign. Jay yelled back, “Never too hot a day for boiking. Or biking!”.
We detoured from Campbellton onto the Acadian Peninsula and the beautiful Chaleur Bay. The road was a little busier than we expected, but the shoulder was accommodating. Ended our day at the historic Hotel Paulin in Caraquet. Gerard and Karen are the third generation of the Paulin family to run the hotel. And what a marvellous hotel it is. Well worth the detour on its own. Gerard offered up a 2006 Beaujolais while sharing some history of the area, including the Acadian need to “fight for language and culture”, against movies, video games and TV. He also mentioned that the winter season was their busiest tourist season with snowmobilers coming from all over to explore their trails. This has also created a great quad business in the summer.
On GAIA there is a pathway all along the south east shore of the peninsula and we were keen to try it out the next morning. But just outside of Caraquet it quickly deteriorated into a quad only trail, with rocks and bumps and sand. So we resigned ourselves to go back out to the road towards Miramichi.
And then all this biking, fun, scenery and indeed our JoyRide came to a unceremonious, crashing end….
We were close to the end of a rather normal riding day, about 100 kms into the ride with less than 20 kms to go. We had just entered some harsh road conditions in a construction zone. I remember taking an angle to get up onto the shoulder, but apparently not enough of an angle and the tire skidded out and I went down. Nothing crazy, but hard, and I did feel groin pain immediately. As I write this we are back in Fernie, I have stopped the morphine and managing quite well. Now I would leave it here, but Gear Guy, now Medic Man, after considerable introspection he says, has more to say:
This was not typical road construction. There were large psychedelic cuts out of the pavement, leaving a sporadic steep and uneven 2 to 3 inch cut onto the remaining paved shoulder. There were also moats cut into the pavement every once in awhile, presumably to allow drainage from the construction area. But the moats were deep. You could hide a small child in them. This construction zone was nasty. The light was a little flat at times on account of partly cloudy skies. This combination of circumstances, in hindsight, all added up to a perilous cycling condition that neither of us tuned into in time. In an honest reflection, this could have happened to either one of us. I didn’t see Deb go down but I certainly heard her hit the deck. Hard. Behind us about 50 feet was Jason, who was out on a training ride. Jason it turns out, is an Iron Man and Triathlete.
I’m going to digress for a moment. So, we have now cycled almost 7,000 kms and not once have we come across another cyclist that was cycling with us or near us in the way that Jason was that day. He was right behind us at that exact moment.
And Jason bore witness to the fall. Besides being an Iron Man and Triathlete, Jason is also a health professional and a founder of a large Health Clinic in Miramichi staffed with Doctors, PTs, OTs, and MTs. His analysis at the time was that Deb took the brunt of the fall on her shoulder. That would explain the mostly destroyed long sleeve ice breaker shirt not to mention the rather impressive shoulder road rash. But he also mentioned that the right leg looked like it came out a bit, possible putting strain on limbs and joints. Deb’s sense at the time was that she didn’t feel bad, either in her head or her shoulder but her groin hurt “a bit”. Possibly a strained or torn groin muscle, Deb offered. In hindsight it is clear that Deb was in shock. A number of motorists stopped to offer assistance as the scene clearly looked like a casualty site.
Jason directed traffic around us while we sat for a bit and decided on next steps. In the meantime, Jason took things into his own hands advising, “I am going to ride into town and get my truck and come back for you.” Strangely, the bike suffered only minor damage – another bent derailer hanger (our 4th). Deb decided to try to ride on. One of us wanted to ride on, one of us didn’t think that was such a good idea. So we rode on. Road conditions changed. They got worse. We continued for about 5 kms over a body jarring trenches and through scattered rocks and construction shrapnel. Deb was riding with what we now know was a broken pelvis. Think about that.
In the meantime, our amazing Jason returned as promised with his truck just as we finished the jarring construction area. Deb, still in shock, was insisting to ride on. But Jason with the wisdom of a seasoned athlete and health professional and the diplomacy of Ghandi, convinced Deb to get in the truck, and he transported us both safely to a hotel. At this point Deb was convinced that the injury was a groin tear only. However, after the excruciating “long” distance walk down the hall to the restaurant, it became clear, even to her, it was more than that.
True to form, Jason contacted us early the next morning with an appointment for Deb at his clinic, Peak Performance, for an exam. We promptly attended after renting a vehicle and getting ready for, well, anything. Deb could not weight bear at all at this point. At Peak Performance Doctor David conducted a thorough exam and ushered us off to the hospital for X-rays. As we attempted to pay for their services, not only would they not accept any payment, they promptly stuffed cheques and cash into our pockets in support of our JoyRide. Words cannot express how amazing Jason and the folks at the Peak Performance Health Center were. We are eternally grateful.
At the hospital, we were accompanied by a letter from Doctor David that seemingly got us quicker than usual access to X-rays in Emerg. That and Deb’s pain level now was a “9” and the triage nurse was looking concerned. I guess a broken pelvis can be a very bad thing. So, the initial x-rays were confirmed by the Emerg Doc that Deb’s pelvis was broken. CT scans thereafter and a visit with an Orthopedic Doc concurred – broken pelvis. That was the bad news. The good news was no surgery. The Doctors were great, all totally understanding about Deb’s commitment to our ride, and were gentle in advising, “It is not days, it is not weeks, it is likely months before you should take on a ride like this again”. We took the drug prescriptions, shed a few tears, and went to buy crutches.
But I can’t stop without some commentary on the Emerg that day. People were coming and going. Some sicker than others. But there was this one man in his 30’s who, the way he was holding his arm and clenching his shoulder in raging pain, must have had a dislocated shoulder. There were several patients in the waiting room. Deb was in a wheel chair and I was standing. An elderly lady got out of her chair and offered the man a seat, which he took! And I mean this poor old lady looked like she could kick the bucket like any second. And then he skipped the line to get attended to first, which was on a first come first serve basis but also according to the emergency. And as this guy is entering the exam room he turns to the nurse who asked if he hurt his shoulder, the guy says, “No, sunburn”. Huh? Sunburn?? Are you kidding me? You go to Emerg with sunburn and take a dying old lady’s seat?? Thankfully, the don’t mess with me triage nurse punted his sorry ass out of the exam room and Emerg faster than a Darwinian finch. There was applause in everyone’s head. Hug a nurse today.
The Doctor’s advice was to get crutches and keep moving – slowly and with caution, but keep moving. No bike riding. Stay medicated.
So we continued with our scheduled JoyRide bike event stops in Fredricton and Halifax. But by rental car, not bike.
In Fredricton, we met James. James is an amazing guy. Articulate and engaging, we originally thought we could meet for an hour or so because we wanted to be in Halifax that evening to prepare for our next bike event and for the trip back home. But instead, we chatted with James for over 3 hours over a few cold draft at a local craft brewery. James’ bike is not manufactured yet, being quite complicated to engineer, but James has big plans for his bike, and his future. We look forward to keeping in touch with him and learning about all his future successes. James made our day.
Next stop – Halifax where we had a delightful and enormous sushi dinner with Fernie friend Julia. The next day, we started our day with a fun radio interview at Halifax’s Q104 who established The Children’s Trust Fund, the charity we are working with for our next recipient’s bike.
Then we met our 8th bike recipient, another James. This James is 5, and has cerebral palsy and autism, and he is the cutest little guy. His close relationship with his mom, Stephanie, was heartwarming. He has used a similar Freedom bike in his recreational therapy at school. Now he has his own bike to use at home and at school. Go get ‘em James!
Our flight back was mercifully uneventful and I was well medicated.
As we accept our forced postponement of JoyRide, we think about what an amazing journey this has been. Almost 7,000 kms of cycling joy across Canada, coast to coast on back roads and isolated trails and pathways. We think about the friends and family that have helped us along the way. We think about the characters we’ve met. We have had JoyRide bike events in Surrey, BC; Calgary, AB; Radville, SK; Winnipeg, MB; Thunder Bay and Ottawa, Ont.; Fredricton, NB; and Halifax, NS. We have another planned in St John’s NL and in Fernie, BC. And we have three or four more bikes in the planning stages thanks to generous donations. We will continue to accept donations towards special needs bikes.
This has been a humbling and magical experience. So yes, we believe in magic. Thank you for coming along for the ride.
Cycle Day #66 Quebec to St Jean Port Joli – 99 kms
Cycle Day #67 St Jean Port Joli to Riviere du Loup – 98 kms
Cycle Day #68 Riviere du Loup to Rimouski – 111 kms
Cycle Day #69 Rimouski to Val Brillant – 111 kms
Cycle Day #70 Val Brillant to Campbellton New Brunswick. -118 kms
From Quebec City up the south shore of the St Lawrence. Marvellous.
In Ottawa we had lunch with Mike and Cheryl. But we forgot to take a photo. They stalked us all the way to Rimouski so we wanted to get their picture in.
Through Saint-Jean-Port-Joli, Satin Aubert, Saint Louise, Saint-Philippe-de-Neri, Saint Pascal, Saint-Germain, Saint-Alexandre-de-Kamouraska, Saint Antonin all within 100kms. Seems to be a lot of saints here. Saint Luce was one of our favourite towns in the area. Touristy perhaps, but lovely homes, restaurants, and a beautiful beach.
The last stretch leaving Quebec continued to knock us out with it’s beauty!
Following la Fleuve St Laurent became seductive, watching it widen, enjoying the breeze and the beauty, so after considerable analysis we continued past two turn off points, Riviere-du-Loup and Mont Jolie to venture into the unknown of The Gaspe Peninsula. But we aborted after 20kms because of the increasing long weekend traffic. Once again our impeccable non-planning has us heading into a tourist area on a long weekend AND during Quebec’s Construction Vacances, apparently the busiest two weeks in Quebec for vacationing. So we will return to Gaspe, but perhaps in June or September.
I surmised that getting breakfast in delightful Amqui was going to be difficult when they didn’t understand my request for orange juice. REALLY? With my impeccable Frespanglish accent? In a panic they searched for anyone who could speak English – no one. We worked it out with a bit of pantomime, and everyone enjoyed correcting my mispronounciations.
Meet Ted from Colorado. Ted oozed that easy going manner required for his around the world adventure – Ireland, Europe, China, Turkey… I suspect his wife is understandingly stoic. He is carrying a lot of gear, including a drone for photos. The only drone that we would carry is one that carries us.
Jay got a look in his eyes…and stealing the foreshadowing words of Gord O, “I had a sense that while I boarded a plane home he might continue on past St John’s. By Christmas, after checking off “cycling across Canada” from my bucket list, I might muse, “I wonder what ever happened to what’s his name?”