Saturday (mid-day): Princeton, B.C.: Checking in to kill time and stalling before taking what might be the last massive climb. The Allison Pass, there are still lots of hills, but locals say this is the last huge one.Its windy, head winds and my legs have got nothing left. I feel depleted, and the wind doesn't help.Plus there is nothing between here and Hope, no towns, no services, so I already know I have to spent the night tenting it in Manning Park in the middle of nowhere.

By tomorrow night, I should be in Langley, lined up to take the ferry to Victoria on Monday.
Psychologically I'm really tired, fed-up, dying to finish. it might just be the frustration of being so close and still not finished.

It's funny there's nowhere to stay around here, but the traffic is endless. including bikers on Harley's. Why is HDR's (Harley Davidson Riders) are some of the nicest people you could ever meet, but that bike is so loud it's annoying. I won't miss never seeing one again! (Been passed constantly and the noise is something else).

Friday: Keremeos, B.C. Now the high desert country where it's blinding hot (33 plus) during the day, and cool (14 degrees) at night. Everything is cradled in the shade of a mountain, or perched along the top of a preposterous peak. There are no safe havens, no middle ground along B.C.'s southern hwy 3. Three brutal peaks; 21 -18 & 11 km climbs.

Grand Forks -Greenwood - the first pass, long and gradual (at least for this area), then at Rock Creek a 21 km climb that ends in a picturesque peak (with a viewpoint motorists stop at to peer into the valley), and the drop dead descent into Osoyoos. The last one, every Ironman Canada finisher knows, it Richter Pass which is easy by comparison at 11 km and has a downhill dip in the middle.

It is sooo hot, I miss the morning chill. (Had to wear a vest), now I regret not appreciating it more. There are lots of hotels/motels ( and tourists) , but forgot it's the long weekend so there are ZERO vacancies. Have to pop the tent on the grass behind a gas station. There's also an RV parked overnight, the owner says no problem. Even get to use the washroom (but no shower). By now I don't care, two days and counting.
179-9 hrs 23 minutes-6,556 Total

A Message from Fans:

I would very much like to see just what is left of a man after such madness has taken hold and run it's course. Will he be talking to himself and giggling uncontrollably? Perhaps just silence and far away eyes. Is Brian going to be a Jesus freak from now on? Brendan

Amazing Brian. Eat something. Well done on your tour. Drink something. That is a remarkable feat. Eat something. Enjoy a bit of a holiday soon. Did I say eat something? slainte, Pete

If there are plans for coming out this way, let us know we will easily accommodate people (or in Brian's case, a shell of a person?). I hope to be able to see him in all his bedraggled glory! Jenny

Grand Forks, B.C.: The last Thursday ever! The count down continues. It was another grueling day in the mountains (can you hear Phil Liggett?) with no shade, no help and no mercy. Outside of Salmo the climb up Bombi Pass to Castlegar is another 38 km climb. It's not as steep as the Kootenay Pass but it's longer, B had to stop twice on the way up to catch his breath and a drink. Relief at the top but the descent was equally gruesome since it was recently paved and with the rain it was a slippery, scary drop into Christina Lake. It's supposed to be 35 degrees again on Friday, (but at least it's a dry heat), he'll start earlier in the morning for the
remaining days.

Winnipeg Hotel- B's staying at a landmark hotel in GF, the "Winnie", and visited my dad's grave to take a photo. My dad would have approved of his trip, he loved sports (esp. hockey) but as my mother would say, "that man would watch any sport on TV"

137 kms- 7 hrs 17 minutes- 6,377 kms Total

C: Saddle Sores? B passed a "Brian's Saddle Shop" just after Kootenay Pass and was tempted to get help for his! Apparently it's slightly better now that it's drier (no rain), and less humid (less sweating), so it's starting to heal. His hands are still numb, and his legs cramp even when he's not riding. One can only assume the rest of his parts are still working, who knows? Maybe there's a limit to how many kms one can do in a week?

Brendan wants to see the" skeleton get off a bike" in Vancouver, Jenny wonders about "bedraggled glory", and Peter thinks B's mind will go next. It's like torture, continuous pain can cause madness right?

C: Queens Stage: Kootenay Pass -6 thousand feet of continuous climbing? This is why I am in TO and NOT cycling with B. If it's the single hardest thing he's ever done (and he likes pain), I would have been crying at the bottom. Like Yellow Lake in Ironman Canada, there are some times it's okay to walk your bike; (outrageous!! Ironman keeners say), but if you can walk the marathon (or parts of it), you can walk the bike. That's my theory. Now suddenly B wants a granny gear!! ( Brenda & I told him to get one at the begininng). However at least he got a standing ovation at the top from a bunch of bikers (B.C. is hog heaven), they had stopped to recuperate and couldn't believe a cyclist could make it to the top without stopping. They asked for his autograph (he loved that!) and took his picture.

Day Thirty Seven: Cranbrook to Salmo, B.C. Longest, hardest hill ever, 34 kms of continuous uphill... not even one little flat break on the way to the top of the 6 thousand ft Kootenay pass and I did it without taking a break... mainly because I had no idea how long it was until I actually got to the top! Got cheers from motorcyclists resting at top when finished. It was the hardest climb I have ever done... Even trucks were grinding their gears and going so slow, it took them 15-20 seconds to pass me. One of the trucks was a Kokanee beer truck... I almost cried at the thought of all the cold beer just inches away. The reward was a 30k downhill where I did not pedal once... but had to stop to let brakes and wheel rims cool down! Finally finished the day and unbelievably, wound up at a motel run by an ex track cyclist, with signed photo of Lance Armstrong on the wall.
194 kms-9hrs 26 mins. Total to date 6,240km.

Day Thirty-Seven; (Wed July 28) Salmo, B.C. Over 6 thousand kms done, and only a fraction left (5 days max).

C: Brian's only company on the road. Imagine how hot that guy is in 30 plus weather

Day Thirty-Six: Tuesday July 28/10 Cranbrook B.C. At the Lazy Bear Motel (C: which B likes because of a childhood nickname Bear (after some TV show BJ and the Bear).
Now the end is tantalizingly near and painfully far at the same time. Maybe Grand Forks by Thursday, Keremeos by Friday, Manning Park Saturday, and Monday Vancouver and the ferry to Victoria.

Can't get over how much traffic there is RVs by the dozen with retired drivers! Constant trucks and cars packed with kids. B.C. is a tourist magnet. Its so stressful have had to put away the ipod to concentrate totally on the traffic. The shoulder is so bad,littered with rocks, cracked and uneven, so have to ride on the road. It's tense.

Heath wise good thing its ending. Have permanent numb spots on both hands and blisters on both cheeks! IE saddle sores. Knees and quads are aching and takes increasingly longer to warm up in the morning. I've noticed my legs cramp easily even when I'm not on the bike.

168 kms-6 hrs 58 minutes- 6,046 kms Total

Day Thirty Five: Blairmore, Alberta. (20 kms from B.C.) BM is a tiny town near Crows Nest Pass at the foot of the Rockies. Picturesque & QUIET. Everything(2 bars,little else) is closed by 5:30. For the first time forced to eat dinner TWICE.
Found a bar(empty as usual) and ordered the only thing on the menu-a personal pizza and wings. (Then watch the bartender undo the plastic and throw them into the microwave.) Still starving, I look for a corner store, nothing, BUT find another bar. Again it's empty BUT has a better menu so I order a burger n'fries. First time I ate dinner TWICE in the space of an hour.

Deathly silence, it seems unfair that after riding all day with no one to talk to, I arrive in town and there is NO ONE in the pub. Who would imagine I'd be desperate to talk?(with complete strangers - anyone? which is totally unlike me). It turns out there is such a thing as too much of a good thing (solitude). (C:Now I know why B is so annoyed when I don't answer the phone! And being out of town at a conference this week I haven't been around. A crime! Who knew.)

Weatherwise the mountains might bring relief. Cool in the morning and slowly heats up all day so not bad. Am apprehensive about rain in the mountains but might be lucky and miss it. On the energy front, am finding it hard to get going in the morning, generally tired, stiff, sore. Have to stretch out, and ride gingerly early on to settle the saddle sores. (Pain-free is no longer an option, but with only a week to go I can bear it). Tomorrow my mantra will be, "this is my last Tuesday", then "last Wednesday", last "Thursday". The mountains will be a distraction, now I need it.

148 kms - 6 hrs 40 minutes- 5,878 kms Total

Sunday, July 25, Finish in Lethbridge, Alberta: The wind has died down, but it's boiling! With NO shade. Happy to get off the bike. Now have blisters and numb spots on hands, saddle sores are worse, its a grind. Don't know what I'd do without the ipod. Initially was reluctant to use it, now I need it. At a certain point, you just want to finish, I think I'm at that point. Should be in B.C. by days end.

In a first, find a women's wallet with ID, ten dollars, several pawn shop receipts, and a casino players card in it. There is a Casino here, so obviously she is a semi-regular player. Turned it into the desk and strangely she was still at the hotel (different room). Kind of sad.

174 kms-8 hrs 12 minutes-5,030 kms Total (corrected 5,730 kms Txs PN)

I've just enjoyed my first steak stince my fabulous sendoff in St John's. It didn't measure up to the St John's feast, but it was pretty damn good and I definitely earned it today... 224km in 10 hrs 22 mins to get to Medicine Hat, Alberta... yeah... province #9... only one more to go. (and that's 5,556km total to date).

I was Alberta bound from the moment I started pedaling this morning and 4 strong winds in my face all day were not going to stop me. Did everyone get the cheesy Gord Lightfoot and Ian Tyson nods there? Anyway Ralph's Steakhouse was a welcome stop after a very long day in the sun. It may not sound like anything special but it was everything it should be... country music and lots of guys in cowboy hats... Strangely, they were all black (the hats, not the cowboys)... so I guess the good guys all hang out somewhere else... suits me... I always wanted to be one of the bad guys.

The prairie roads continue to be a grind... lots of long, gradual uphills and leg destroying false flats... but I can sense the mountains looming ahead. Today was my last day on the Trans Canada... yeah again! Here in Medicine Hat I make the turn onto hwy 3 to begin my southern route through Alberta and BC... I'm looking forward to the change.

My excitement for the day was an attack by some falcon / hawk /whatever... it came down on me out of the sun like a fighter jet and the first thing I knew, I heard the sound of the air on its massive wing span... saw its shadow on the ground beside me... and actually heard the tap of its talons on my helmut... It quickly flew off, but it scared the #$#& out of me and I almost crashed. Clearly it didn't know what to make of me... and I think that if I had lost anymore weight, it might have just carried me off.

One of the pics above is obviously coming into Medicine Hat late in the day... the other is a look back at one stretch of the long prairie road... click on it to enlarge and get you can get a sense of the endless roads and why this part of the trek is such a grind... I know the mountains are still ahead, but right now, this seems like the hardest part.

C: No these are not the same picture. Just an example of how similar the prairies can look to the unappreciative eye. The two spots are miles apart but you'd never know it. Storm clouds brewing, on the positive side you can see it way before it hits you, on the negative side there is noooooo cover, so you will be rained on. If B is lucky it won't rain today (Saturday) but it has been the rainiest summer in Saskatchewan ever. (I think)

Day Thirty-One: Swift Current, Saskatchewan. It rained all day (at least it wasn't another tropical storm), soaked but relatively warm until a truck goes by and splashes up cold dirty water. Making it worse, pit stops are more uncomfortable daily, there isn't even tall grass between Moose Jaw and Swift Current! I don't care what anyone says, its awkward. Regardless of the isolation of Northern Ontario, this stretch of prairie is the most empty 100 miles ever.

177 kms-7 hrs 18 minutes- 5,332 Total

C: Being from Saskatchewan I take exception to criticism the prairies are flat and boring. Regina is a city with heart, and all the amenities of Toronto's G20-a man made lake and transplanted trees at a fraction of the billion dollar cost. Plus as B is finding Saskatchewan drivers move over, (cause there's lots of room on a flat hwy and you can see a cyclist for miles) but besides that prairie folks know life can be tough, and they admire someone crazy enough to suffer the pain, rain, wind and heat. Farmers get that.

Day Thirty-One: Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan. Finally and he's fit to burst! Bad enough the prairies are all up hill (in a painfully invisible way); and kills the legs, it also wrecks havoc with the bladder. Ever try stopping for a nature break when there are NO TREES. There is no discreet way to find peace and for a shy guy that's torture.

A surprize - Regina is a polite, pretty city, nice town down, civilized (C: small?) and with a beautiful "green mile". (C: imported trees and a fake lake). Moose Jaw too is an attractive town, with good motels and restaurants. Tx G. Cause covered in mosquito bites from the last flea bag motel. First things first, find a Laundromat, The Snow Hut (also sells ice cream), fight with the single moms over washers, kids crying and dogs barking the whole time. Staying at the Travel Lodge on Athabasca and Main, so nice, so clean, so air conditioned.
143 kms-6 hrs 26 minutes-5,155 Total

What you're not done yet? It's a toss up between who is more competitive Brian or his dad? A less competitive parent might have said "What? Cross the country on a bike? But why?" (C: my mom for instance). B's dad thinks it's fabulous, why not? And as fast as possible. A lifetime runner Bob still thinks hiking all day, alone in the Arizona heat is an adventure. Gee I wonder where B gets it?

Day Thirty: Indian Head, Saskatchewan. (80 kms east of Regina). The prairies are sooo NOT flat! It's a long, steady grind uphill with no breaks. The other challenge, unlike eastern provinces, the TC does NOT run through towns, so you have to get off the hwy to look for a motel, then backtrack if there isn't one. It was a sunny, slightly windy day, perfect for riding. In case that doesn't continue, I took advantage of it for a fourth straight day of 200 plus kms. Am exhausted though. This motel earns the dubious distinction of the worse yet! Cramped, dusty, the taps leak, the windows and door barely close, there are no hangers, the sheets seem clean but everything is damp. No phone, no internet, a TV with one channel (C: Tx God for CBC!). It's only 150 kms to Moose Jaw, and I'm looking forward to it (and a clean motel) already!

226 kms-9 hrs 41 minutes-5,012 Total

After my 3rd straight 200+k day yesterday (206 to be exact) to get to Virden, I'm off to a quick start today... only 10am and I've already crossed into Saskatchewan... stopped at the tourist info place (yet another computer though with the usb port disabled, so no pic)... It's so nice to have put the lousy roads of Manitoba behind me and it was worth the effort for those long days.

Not sure how many more big days I have in the legs though... Contrary to popular opinion, the prairies are not flat... especially going west. Even when the road seems flat, your legs tell you that you are slowly creeping uphill towards the rockies... and I'm feeling it. It's getting harder and harder to get back on the bike each morning.

Still, I'm past the 2/3 mark and it is beginning to feel like I can really do this. Time to get back on the bike though... lots of kms still to go today and it is a beautiful day for riding... winds are light (so far)... and the sun is shining after finishing in the rain yesterday.

P.S. Lesley... I love any flavour, but if you can do chocolate-orange, Carmel is out and you're in!

Day Twenty-Nine: Virden, Manitoba (80 kms west of Brandon): B: With apologies to Britney Spears..."oops I did it again" , went another 200 plus km day since Brandon was no stretch at just over 100 kms. Can't wait to put Manitoba's hwys behind, worse in all 7 provinces so far, no shoulders, and too much crap; rocks, glass, junk everywhere, its' impossible to get a decent ride. Can't even use the ipod cause have to concentrate intensely. Been nearly swiped by passing cars (can almost feel the mirror graze me).. scary. Now have two saddle sores.(ooooooo)

There were thunderstorms all day but it only actually rained the last ten minutes. As for dinner, every thing closes at 8pm. After a few days being reduced to gas station snacks, now I don't bother cleaning up, just find a restaurant. I barely made it today (ten minutes of a buffet) at the Dragon Inn. Better sweating & rushed than starving.

The other challenge is motels, I have to look up motels in the phone book ahead of time to find out WHICH towns have them.
206 kms-9 hrs 31 minutes-4,786 kms Total

Day Twenty-Nine: What you're already in Virden, Manitoba (nearly at the Saskatchewan border?) That means you'll likely be finished earlier than planned? If so Trevor (your boss!!) wants to know if you'll be coming back to work early!!! Just kiddin'. Everyone should have a boss who will approve the time off to pursue your dream. A shout out to T at Manulife. (yeah T)

Day Twenty-Eight: Portage La Prairie, Manitoba: Windy day, but sunny, not uncomfortable, fewer and fewer trees, and more and more wind. Strangely painful on the hamstrings (after hours in the same gear on a relatively flat hwy) am realizing this could be a problem. Have to make the effort to stand up, change gears, and mix it up just to give the legs a break.

Manitoba hwys are the worse yet, kms with no shoulders. Its a high to be finally on the prairies but a rude awakening to find out there is NOTHING between towns, no little motels like in Eastern Canada. Will have to plan more carefully where to stop at days end.

216 kms- 10 hrs 31 minutes - 4,580 kms Total (28 days)

Monday July 19-B hits Winnipeg around 2pm. Its exciting because it feels like passing an emotional barrier, that somehow hitting Winnipeg means its all easy from here.

No more bugs, tents, empty motels and snack food for dinner. The only thing he'll miss about crossing northern Ontario is the spectacular scenery, and the girls softball team he watched the World Cup game with one night. He was so starved for company he didn't mind them talking over the game and all the random unprompted giggling.

C: As for how the rest of us are spending the summer, Leslie is keeping us mesmerized with her incredible baked treats. (Chocolate cupckaes anyone?) I'll bet B could eat ten right about now!! Leo ate 7! (Is that even possible for a grown up?)

And just so you don't get a swollen head, the grrls could cycle across Canada too if they felt like it. But they decided not to this year..they'll run around instead.

Day Twenty-Seven: Manitoba! (Just barely!) The good news -he's at the border. The bad news-Falcon Lake isn't a town and there's no room at the inn! It turns out its a provincial park and home to one large resort (that is fully booked with vacationing families). But it does have a snack shop, so B loads up and heads back up to the hwy in search of other digs. Sadly at 8 pm, he rides over a shard of glass on the way out, and flattens his front tire. Now it's late, getting dark, Winnipeg is way too far so it seems like another night in the woods.

A late night update: As luck would have it 15 km out of Falcon Lake along the hwy he stumbles across a little motel..The town? No name-no restaurant-no bar. A rustic resort (?) (C: For future reference -no place without food or a bar is a RESORT?!). Mosquito swapping is a sport-ie constant- (another reason it's not a resort!).

Ever heard of: crazyguyonabike? He's a celebrity cyclist of sorts (blogger) -quit his job 4 years ago and spends ALL his time cycling-from the tip of South America (some buses & boats) but mostly leg power. He's on his way home to Victoria, it will take him two months more he says. (Unlike B 's planned 2 1/2 week deadline). Jeff Kruys-he worked with computers digitizing maps. (C: Hey Jeff don't be giving B any wild and crazy ideas-he's bad enough!)

PS -Yes saddle sores (well one big one) is now an irritant. So a planned stop at a pharmacy asap.

224 kms- 10 hrs 18 minutes-4,364 kms Total

Day Twenty-Six: Heading for an early stop in Dryden. It's a cool day, perfect for cycling, but his legs are flat. A week ago he would have been flying on a day like today, but he has no zip.
Likely lack of carbos, the food (including highway stop shops) has been iffy lately, but that shouldn't be an issue in Dryden. All the more reason to stop early, (if you call 165 km in 7 hrs early?), but even if he adds another hour he gains nothing since Winnipeg is still two days away no matter how you divide the distance.

In TO the running gang is BBQing at Jeff's tonight to celebrate Michael and Via's pending new addition. B might be finished and back before the baby arrives- He can celebrate then! Maybe a joint "arrival" party!

171 kms- 8 hrs 3 minutes - 4,140 kms Total

Day Twenty-Five: Hunkered down in English River. (Which it turns out is not really a town), just a stopping point for hunters to refuel and buy supplies. Luckily there was a hostel of sorts, and B spend the night there with a couple of other cyclists. There was no restaurant but he paid the owner to make him a sandwich.

Not ideal, but after a day of brutal winds and 3 hours of rain, he wasn't about to complain or camp out. And since it rained all night, it was soooo much better than the tent option. Besides motels the great wide north is also lacking in pasta or anything besides meat. A vegetarian would starve. It's all burgers or steak. He admits - not to hunting-but to foraging (eating wild strawberries growing near the hwy). Irresistible.
164 kms -9 hrs 1 minute-3,969 kms Total

Day Twenty-Four: Thunder Bay and counting. Or rather ranting! B is having a melt down because at Thunder Bay cyclists are forced off the TC, to detour through town BUT there are no subsequent signs telling you where down town is! So for the last 30 km, you have to guess where to turn. And to add insult to a poorly marked route, you can't see the Terry Fox memorial unless you are on the TC (in a car!). Its discrimination against cyclists! He's only gone 100 kms by noon today, and is in a bad mood because 26 kms (not 11 as advertised) was intensely under construction and a rock n'rattle fest of barely moving.

He was happy to meet Helen and Jody, a couple of young Brits in Canada on a one year visa, cycling from Toronto to Vancouver to find work at Whistler and other ski resorts in the winter.

PS Meanwhile back home on Marlow we are enjoying a sunny day on the deck and neighors wish B well on his hair brained scheme. Even Cooper (the dog) is confused, why go that far from home? Even a pooch knows better.

Day: Twenty Four: Nipigon: C: B is tired & hungry (only had bar snacks last night cause no options for restaurants-Can you cross the country on beer & wings?). But he still rides 193 kms. so I refuse to be sympathetic. The eating dilemma is a real dilemma! There are almost no restaurants and now even the bars and motels don't serve decent meals. Last night he had to resort to a sub, chips and coke from the corner store.

He is however having happy childish flashbacks as the trains chug by tooting, (yes dear, the conductor is tooting at you), He'll easily make Thunder Bay tomorrow even though there is 11 km of stripped off hwy-no pavement-to navigate first. (I suggest walking the bike?) It'll be rattle ,rattle, bump for an hour at a snails pace, but after that it should be an easy day. Only 800 kms to Winnipeg, and it's all the back-half from there.

193 kms-9 hrs-16 minutes-3,658 Total

C: Okay - Only B would fall in love with a yellow brick road sign. Has anyone under 50 even seen The Wizard of Oz? B's a classic (old) movie fanatic: The Thin Man ? Anyone? Exactly you've never heard of it or William Powell. My first question when he finds a fabulous movie to watch: Is it in colour? At least the sign is. He's also crossed Eley Road, and a few other memorable signs.

C: Leeton B (B's podmate at wk) sends his best. He's a competitive martial arts guru, (why are all B's freinds so competitive)? He cycles too, not across the country at the moment but since it seems all the guys B is meeting on the road are "retired", I suspect its part of a future plan.

C: Wed July 14 -23 days of riding and B hits half way 3,500kms. (Two days east of Thunder Bay). If I don't watch out he'll get to Victoria before I do! (Flying out Aug 1). But apparently its a terrible day, windy again and hilly as only northern Ontario can be.

The highs and lows: Yesterday B tells me he's getting stronger every day and might try to set a record for an unassisted ride. (After two 200 km plus days of riding he's flying). But today he's changed his mind, his legs are like mush and he can't get a rhythm going. He's itchy, lethargic, mentally lazy, (He's tired! Big mystery! Hey it happens! (not that often to B) but sometimes you just need a day off and a juicy steak! Am I right?)

So its been a landmark but kind of crappy day (his words not mine) albeit with spectacular scenery. Northern Ontario is stunning, one picture opportunity after another.

Another big day... 195k in 8 hrs 57 mins... but it seemed "easy" after the last couple of days. Get this... the marathon runner, on a marathon bike ride has arrived in the town of Marathon... and the only room available is a smoking room!!!



Anyway, it's one of those rare times I've found a computer where the USB port isn't disabled, so I can update some pics. I especially like the one with the road they named in my honour... sadly it was going the wrong way, so I had to bypass it and stay on the TransCanada.

I met yet another cyclist going the other way and actually got a pic with me in it... Lake Superior in the background.

And I just had to take the depressing pic with all the kms to various points... I think they must be measured as the crow flies... but it still makes the point... it's a long way to go!

Despite the long days (what else do I have to do though?)... the legs are good and seem to get stronger as I go.

Thought for the day... You know those highway signs that indicate a passing lane ahead... the ones we love as drivers, so we can finally pass the donkey in front of us? Well, I've come to dread the sight of them as a cyclist because they mean only one thing... another sick hill to climb... and there are a lot of those signs in northern Ontario!!!

Totals to date... 3,465km in 170hrs and 36 mins of pedaling.

By the way... if anyone is interested, I went through the home of Winnie the Pooh today... White River... If you don't know the story, google it... and appropriately, I even saw a bear by the road today... he didn't seem interested in me though... I guess there's not enough meat left on these bones!

C: Do I feel lazy and guilty! I sit on the back deck drinking lemonade (yes -really) madly reading the fabulous third book in the best selling Swedish series: the Girl Who Kicked a Hornets Nest. If you haven't read it (or seen the first movie The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo), its gripping. The only exercize I got today was furiously turning the pages. How can he ignore the pain, cycling uphill is sooooo painful, I haven't done it for years and I can still remember the screaming legs while I'm being dropped in seconds (left abandoned on a hwy in the middle of nowhere). The real reason I like running, you can't get lost 5 hours from home! (Although I did get lost once running in a storm in TO-I flagged a taxi home). I don't think I ever told Brian, he wouldn't approve.

Day 21: Against all odds he reaches Wawa after a marathon day.
11 and a half hours of monstrous hills, brutally slow at 20 km per hour, at once point pedalling constantly for 15 minutes up a hill. That particular hill was a drain at 9 km per hour, in and out of the saddle.

He had planned to tent it in the park, (for the first time), but it just didn't seem a good idea at the time. The woods were so dense he couldn't find a place to pull off until he hit the campground at the end of the park, and then it was only another 30 km to Wawa.
( a measly 30 kms?) The ride was only 20 kms longer than yesterday but took 3 hours longer.

He met Bob & Dale (not Doug) two fellow cyclists who'd met on the hwy and teamed up. One was going from Vancouver to Toronto, the other from Fernie, B.C. to Ottawa. Both 50 plus. (Who knew X-country cycling was so popular?)

He finished exhausted but sounding surprizingly chipper, and amazed at his output.
(me too!) His legs are NOT sore, but he's starving. Is it possible? he's getting stronger every day and is slightly nervous it can't last.

235 kms- 11 hrs 39 minutes-3,270 total (2 more good days might be half the distance done....no he's not competitive).

C: B will stay north on Hwy 17 (TC) heading to Wawa, but it is 230 kms and might not be doable in a day. So unless there's a motel in Montreal River (are any of these tiny places actually towns?), he may finally be forced to camp out, (there's a provincial park that might do). The next 5 day stretch to Thunder Bay looks bleak as far as motels or even cell phone use is concerned. He might get lucky like I was once while reporting in Nfld, we paid a local $100 to crash in his basement. (We -being the cameraman Eddie and myself). As for food? There are garage station mini-marts, I guess we'll find out what else. He's down to 153 lbs and the concensus among friends is he's too thin already! PS he objects to my earlier post saying he used his "granny gear". Apparently he does NOT have a granny gear (and if he did he wouldn't use it! sorrrrry!!). His lowest gear is 34/27 (whatever that means). He's been on the bike a total of 150 hours. (and has lost his sense of humour. oops did I say that).

Day Twenty: Spent the night in Massey, and it turned out to be a great day for riding. Hot but not humid or windy, and for once a great stretch of hwy uninterupted by road work.

Also a perk, the bike was still clean and I didn't have to spent the usual 2 hrs going over it. So far bugs are not a problem, hope that continues. What I could really use is a couple more "buffs", (the multi-purpose tube-scarf runners use to cover their faces in winter). It is promoted as having 12 different uses, wraps the neck, head, face, hairband depending on how you adjust it. I can add a 13th, I need one to stuff under each leg of my shorts to drap over my knees and keep the sun off...am getting an incredible suntan(burn?).

I passed (yes passed- do you know how slow horses are?) a Mennonite family in a cart along the highway to the delight of the kids who cheered "the race". I thought they looked pretty cool too. Made it to Sault Ste. Marie in a relatively pain free day.

208 kms-8hrs 50 minutes-3,035 kms total. (in another 3 days I'll be at half the total distance about 3,500kms).

A beatiful day for a ride... sunny and the humidity is finally gone. I also past a major psychological barrier today by crossing Manitoulin Island and climbing up onto the Canadian shield to hit the TransCanada at Espanola. I'm finally in Northern Ontario and headed west on the TransCanada, north of the great lakes... the next big leg of my journey... and I feel like I've broken the bonds of eastern Canada and southern Ontario.

Tonight I'm staying in Massey after a slightly shorter than normal day (due to the ferry crossing), but did put in 146k for a total to date of 2,824k.

I also became an honourary member of some Long Island, NY motorcycle club, when we all lined up together for the ferry. I joked about hanging with the cool gang even without a motor and then we traded stories about our respective travels. The 2-wheel thing seems be a strange bond... I always get waves and friendly toots from bikers that pass me. I'm off to find myself a steak and a beer now...

Day Eighteen: Left Collingwood early (in the rain) but it cleared by noon. Planning to catch the 7 am ferry tomorrow morning (no reservation needed), for the 2 hr crossing. Today was slightly cooler than yesterdays 30 plus sweltering heat, so it was easier going, but it was a challenge because of the road repair. For one bone shattering stretch it was almost like walking the bike through a gravel pit.

Met a stranger on the hwy, a woman mid-forties (retired teacher) who was cycling across Canada too.....only she was doing it leisurely. C: Still a feat! B: She cycled from Vancouver to Winnipeg last year, and this year flew to Winnipeg and is cycling to St. John's. Good thing she's retired though cause she started June 12 and has only done 1,500 kms (the tourist bike tour). C: snob!

Several close calls on the road as cars speed two abreast to pass each other heading right at me. Am I invisible? On more than one occasion I was shocked when I looked up to see them bearing down on me. $%$# scary! I don't think they concider a bike -a vehicle. I've been cut so close its
chilling. C: Well it helps you stay cool then! As Larry & Dave P tell me when I'm running -head up-head up! B: Finish in Tobermory. Beautiful, scenic, romantic. (ooh forget it..focus, focus)

176 kms-8 hrs 50 minutes-2,678 kms total

C: Beautiful huh? Almost makes you wanna

get the bike out. I think it's Confederation Bridge P.E.I. B left a whack of photos, so I can load them. He thought he'd be able to update more photos himself on the road, but it hasn't been as easy as he thought to find internet cafes, or motels with wi-fi. I guess not every where is as connected at TO. Strangely he says there are lots of telephone booths (common in small places) that you almost never see anymore in the city.

Day Seventeen C: He is too skinny! (L is right!)At 6-4 and 160 lbs or there'bouts B's lost ten pounds in two weeks. What a painful diet! I'd rather eat grapefruit all day or anything else! It's too hard to eat during the day, and at night he's too tired. Plus by the time he cleans the bike and washes his clothes, the local restaurants (when there are any) are closed.

C: After a too short break in TO to recharge, B left feeling worse! Maybe stopping and partying with friends is NOT the way to re-energize for a second long haul. He was a sad puppy getting back on the bike, but took a few easy days to get acclimatized. Turns out Ontario is even more hilly than NB, he had to use his granny gear for the first time, (hey, its a great gear!) and overcome his nervousness about flat tires and the bike being less reliable. But no problems yet, so he's back on track, in Collingwood now and looking forward to the ferry ride and a cool breeze tomorrow.

To date total: 2,502 kms

C: The East Coast was scenic but B is happy to leave it behind. Now instead of freezing rain and hail, he has scorching heat to deal with; 33 plus all week. It means he has to stop for water twice as often, since the water he's packing is too hot to drink or even pour over his head.

C: And the best quote goes to: as B was resting his b at his folks in Campbellford, and lamenting his trip wasn't from St. John's to TO, (like 21 km-the perfect race distance), he toyed with the idea of stopping, (for a second or two) to which his dad remarked: you'll regret it, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life. (Name that movie?). B's reply: Where are the enablers when you need them!

It's been a wild few days. After I nursed the crippled bike into Belleville, my bad luck was offset by getting to enjoy a semi-rest day at my parents who live nearby. In the end I had to buy a new wheel and then spent the afternoon working on the bike and doing a couple short test rides to make sure everything was working. Yesterday, it was back on the road, restarting where I left off in Belleville.

A long, hot 186km ride into Toronto in 8 hrs 44 mins (with another flat... but just a nice normal one) got me home just as a bbq to celebrate my progress so far was getting started. What a great evening with so many friends. I think I may have re-hydrated with a few too many beers!

I want to thank everyone for coming. It's been lonely out on the road, and admittedly, I was pretty down after all the problems the other day, so last night was a real pick me up. Special thanks to Marie, Phill, and others who helped Carmel with all the cooking and other fussing while I lazed around.

Now I have to get back on the road before I get too comfortable here. However, after the late night and with all this heat, I'm definitely going to be dialing my effort back a notch and taking a few easier days to recover before the next big push into northern Ontario. From here I head towards Tobermory and the ferry to Manitoulin and on up to the Trans Canada.

Totals to date... 14 days of riding from St John's to Toronto...2,338 km (avg 167 km per day)... and I'm now basically 1/3 done.

And the good luck ran out...

Day 13: Got a good start out of Kingston this morning... looking forward to seeing Carmel and my folks. Despite heat and ever present winds, the first hour flew by, and then the problems started. I haven't had a flat in months... not in all the training leading up to the trip or in the first 2 weeks, and then today I had 7!!! I hit a pothole and dinged up my rear rim pretty good with all the weight on the bike. The damage was significant enough that all I could do was fix the endless flats and limp my way into Belleville.

Since I have to wait until tomorrow to hit a bike store for some repairs, at least my bad luck had a silver lining... my parents and C were only a 1/2 hour up the road, so I called them for a pick up. No, it's not cheating. Once I get the wheel fixed, I'll resume my trek from the spot I stopped. A very frustrating day, but if it had to happen, at least it happened here, so I could enjoy a very welcome break with family. Next time it could be a much bigger, and lonelier pain!

The downside is that I won't make it to Toronto on Monday for the BBQ that Carmel had planned. No one is more sorry about that than me, but I'll be trying to get there on Tuesday... Anyone still interested in a BBQ on Tues?

96 kms - 5 hrs - 2,135 kms total - my shortest day so far... but not the easiest... a totally miserable, !#$#&%&##$&#%^*%#^*day. Tonight's dinner and company though goes a long way to making up for it!

B: A second update: After an ice cold chocolate milk (my new favorite drink), and time to refresh a little. Its hard to get going every morning and after a stop, the legs are fine (not sore) but everything drags for half an hour till warmed up. Now I know why Tour riders prefer to keep going.

The forecast predicted it would be windy but it had to be 30 km, the bike slowed down on downhills the minute I stopped pedalling. I was so close to lying down on the side of the road at one stage. Thank God for Tim Hortons (C: thats what Brenda & I say! We always include a Tim's stop in our training rides, we also eat popsicles and have coke breaks when its really hot and sometimes we do lie down on the side of the road for a break and eat gummy bears for a sugar hit!).

B: And because a lot of the day was a scenic route, Hwy 2 and parts of the Waterfront Trail, the wind over the water was worse. It's slightly longer but easier riding because there's less traffic.
I finally had to resort to using my ipod to keep going-182 songs later I arrive at the best motel so far. No one has questioned me taking my bike into my room either, and given the dismal state of it some days thats amazing. Whats funnier is they always ask if I have a car.

There was a positive side to the heat..for the first time I didn't have to spend 2 hours cleaning the bike. Just pumped up the tires as usual and POP the rear tire blows. In some sense, good timing if it had to happen and I'm packing 8 spares so I change it. The bad news, 4 of the 8 dont fit. The valve is too short. I change the tube and tire. I'll have to pick up more spares in TO. And get more suntan lotion. I'm hoping tomorrow is an easier day, I can already taste the ribs n' beer at dad & Margarets.

C: While you are dry heaving, the neighborhood held a street party and BBQ. Alexa, Dana, Jack and Pat send their best wishes for a safe trip.

Day Twelve: First bad day. Horrible. Rode from Cornwall to Kingston. Heat and humidity were deadly. Headwind the whole way. So sick couldn't eat or drink. Stomach sick, threw up nothing. Can't remember any other details. (C: Now the rain looks good? you don't have to set a record, just live through it! Meanwhile I'm party planning so don't kill yourself, who will eat all my kabobs? Think of the cold beer. You'll need it, it's going to be equally hot tomorrow).
187 kms-9 hrs 56 minutes-2,039 kms total

C: BBQ-MONDAY -ALL INVITED: Toronto on Monday! Derek was right! Brian will be home before I even finish my renovation project! J&J are still here tiling the shower, and the paint won't be dried by Monday. How is it possible he can ride through Nfld, NS,PEI & NB before my contractors finish replacing a bathtub! And I am not even getting heated floor tiles or anything exotic! I did do a few other things, but I won't ruin the surprize (or get into trouble) here.

We had a good bye party for neighbors Pat & Jack last night, and thought they'd be gone (retiring to Picton) before B would see them again, but it turns out not so! We'll have another BBQ Monday night. (July 5 - 5 pm) Consider this an invite. I'll send an email with details. Phone if you need directions. Brian will love to see everyone.. he'll probably fall asleep by 9 pm, but that doesn't mean the rest of us can't stay up and celebrate a half finished epic century ride. C

Day Eleven: Starting to get psyched about hitting home (well.. dad's home) Campbellford in a few days. Beautiful day Friday, wound up doing a massvie effort. The motel I was going to stay at had recently been destroyed by fire, so I was faced with the dilimena of doing another 30 km and trying to make it to Cornwall where for sure there'd be other motels. Brutally hot and humid (but better than rain) so I kept up a ferocious pace.

At one point came to (missing) bridge under construction, (there was NO BRIDGE) but it was ten km back to an alternate route (forget backtracking) so I picked up the bike and carried it through the mud, across straw bales and gravel piles to the other side. No one tried to stop me so I guess it was ok.

Getting through Montreal was brutal. Constant road blocks, detours, and construction with no signs on alternate routes. Had to navigate on the fly. Wound up making it to a seedy motel in Cornwall. Some kind of biker's (and I don't mean cyclists) party going on, but there was no other option.

208 kms-10 hrs 4 minutes-1,852 kms total

That means I'm meeting my goal of a century a day. Eleven days of 100 miles plus (160 kms)and of that 2 days were over 200 kms. Am on track for Kingston Saturday night, Campbellford Sunday night, and Toronto Monday night (TO is 175 km from Campbellford).

Day Nine: B:
Ibuprofen is my new favorite snack. My back is better but slight tendonitis in my right knee.
H/E not bad after a monster day. First 4 hours NO RAIN finally! But then scattered showers, the rest of the day. Think straining into the wind is hurting my knee, and my chapped lips are killing me. Put sunscreen on constantly but think the wind dries it out. Will get zinc in TO. Strangely at least one thing seems improved by the weather, my skin is better than at home.

Stopped for lunch (roast beef sandwich and diet coke) at a roadside café for the first time. It just appeared at the right time out of the blue so it seemed a good idea. Still wearing all three jackets so it’s not much warmer, but not complaining since at least rain is “scattered showers” not driving sheets. Haven’t seen any sign of Canada day celebrations. (perhaps Saint. Jean- Baptiste Day last week was all there is in Quebec).

I have found a new distraction though, instead of counting kms as I usually do, am counting down the creation dates of each town I pass, from Riviere–Du-Loup 1605 to the latest one at 1704 as I move up the St. Lawrence.

Wind up having a monster day, don’t stop till Tracy, about 70 kms from Montreal. Thank you Leslie for very kind offer (to stop at her moms and do laundry!) would love it, but won’t be stopping long enough. (C: mmm for Leslie's chocolate ganoush cupcakes maybe. He might detour to TO for that! Sounds much better, amazing what a little sunshine will do.)

217 kms-10 hrs 41 minutes-1,644 total