Wolfville, Wolfville, I will miss Wolfville!
19.04.2008 - 23.04.2008 11 °C
I’ve done a few short trips (25 - 50 km) in the valley this week, I’ve been trying to load up my bike to get used to riding with weight again. Everything I can find gets thrown into my paniers at the last minute... chickpeas, cartons of soy milk, beans, a tripod, pots and pans, books... if it’s easy to grab and heavy, in it goes! I’ve got to be careful to leave at least one panier empty when I plan how much stuff I’m going to take so that I have somewhere to store food when we go shopping. I keep looking at the growing pile of “things I will take across Canada” with trepidation... it’s like it has a mind of its own and has begun reproducing without any help from me. Ahhh! Hopefully soon I’ll get it all organized and write a list here of what I’m bringing.
The first ride I did this week was a loaded (very short!) ride to Evangeline Beach and back - you can see in this picture the view of Blomidon again... I’ll never get tired of looking at that cliff.
Josh M. and I ended out happily sunning ourself on the grass in front of the beach... ahh, the joys of being spontaneous. Unfortunately, the joy of peeing didn’t cross my mind until it was way too late and I could barely get onto my bike... and then it was the joy of peeing in a stranger’s house when I couldn’t make it past civilization to a nice fat tree in the woods!!
My bike all loaded up.
Next trip Josh E. and I decided to do HILLS. This is an exceptionally easy thing to plan in Wolfville because the town basically sits between two ridges, the South and North Mountain. We zig-zagged back and forth over the South Mountain and managed to climb about 6 or 7 fairly decent sized hills in . I enjoyed this ride way more than I thought I would - I didn’t put any extra weight onto my bike and booting it down those hills is more than enough reward for the climb up!
Josh and I stopped to see two muskrats playing in the Gaspereau River - swimming up against the current and then tumbling around in the shallows. MAN they are cute!! We could hear peepers, and red-winged blackbirds, and the smell of manure tells me that summer is coming....
The next day, my friend Shaina came down to visit from Toronto, and her and our friend Jenny went back down into the Gaspereau Valley to do an afternoon of biking... turned into a kind of scary adventure when the back tire on the road bike my aunt lent me last year Jenny was riding just.... stopped turning. Jenny had to jump off the bike at the last second to avoid falling! When I tried to fix the gears, the back tire seized up even more, and then as I was carrying the bike to a better spot to get a closer look, the back tire just... fell... off. !!! The quick release just gave out. I felt pretty good about being able to fix it, but by the time I was done, I was worried about why it had broken, and my hands were completely coated in a thick layer of black grease that would not come off, no matter how hard I scrubbed them in a little roadside stream with sand.
Again, the kindness of strangers saved me... we stopped at Reid’s Meats and I washed my hands amongst all sorts of half-butchered meat and then we asked a few fisher-people who were fishing smelt in the Gaspereau River for a wrench to adjust a screeching rubbing fender.
We stopped to watch them fishing - the number of fish was INSANE! It was like those accounts of the Grand Banks in Newfoundland - the river was just choked with little silvery bodies.
My three bikes - Alice the Velociraptor (my trek 520 touring), Joy (Miyata 110 touring) and Tiger (trek 700 hybrid).
Then Jenny and Shaina and I discovered the joy of jumping off the bridge (hahaha, onto the pavement.... not the river below!).
I went to one of my last spinning classes yesterday and realized how much I’m going to miss them - joking around in the gym and having Kerri yell, “you’re doing awesome!! PUSH PUSH PUSH!” at us.
12 days until I get on that plane!!