Time drifting gently by
Published on March 15 2018
Written in Acadia Valley, afternoon 6th July
We’re cramming sugar into ourselves. Pop, sweets, ice poles.
Since going on the straight and narrow – no booze for a week after Calgary – beer’s role as a refreshing fantasy at the end of a day’s ride has been replaced, by cold pop.
Brianna and Skyler sang praises of ice poles while they spoke to us in Bindloss earlier. They also liked pumpkin pie, kickstands on their bikes, the church, a horse TV show, water slides, Medicine Hat, driving, and their cousins.
They were chatty kids.
It’s interesting talking to kids without their adults nearby to steer and restrict what they say, or to stop them talking over each other, which happened continuously.
They hadn’t heard of Trudeau but they thought their teacher liked him.
They were welcoming of their displaced Syrian classmates.
(These views definitely clashed with a few adults we spoken to, or who I’ve since spoken to, from the same region.)
They thought that 19 was when you became a grown up because you can decide to move out or “keep being a teenager”.
A nice chat, all in all.
Then we resumed our purgatorial ride into the headwind and the seemingly forever uphill. I spent a lot of time in the same gear as I’d used on the Rocky Mountain passes.
I thought ‘this too shall pass’ often, and it made the Prairies more bearable. The lowered expectation on speed, miles, ease of terrain made for more pleasant riding.
Useful lessons on offer for cycle touring, and beyond.
Written in Alsask Camp, morning 7th July
A little bird with the best bird call is singing to us from the tree that my sleeping bag, liner and roll mat are airing in.
Relics of old missile early warning systems are scattered on the horizon. A few houses and businesses linger from the area’s military heyday.
Mitch taught us about the history at the roadside, while we drank the water bottles he gave us. “It’s hot today, boys!”.
Roadside conversations are more frequent now we’re off the beaten cycle tour route. Our deviation to Saskatoon puts us on a lot of quieter side roads where our novelty value increases.
Generosity, kindness, and curiosity increase too, along with my morale and faith in humanity.
People are nice.