I won’t be posting here again until around July 11th, unless one of the hostels in the Rockies suddenly gets wifi.
Considering the majority of the hostels we’re staying at have advised us that they don’t even have running water or flush toilets, I’m going to go out on a limb here and guess they don’t have internet either.
Actually, I’ve just confirmed it. Nada. Not until we hit Lake Louise, so maybe I’ll be able to post something then.
Part of me is a little panicked at the thought of no internet connection, though the larger part of me is doing the (Wahoo!!) happy dance.
It’s nice to know there are still large chunks of the world left where the only way to be heard is to yell, and even then, it’s not likely there will be anyone around to hear you except for the odd elk.
The plan is to drive to Valemount on the 1st, stay the night and drive up to Jasper. From there we leave one friend with the support vehicle and then the rest of us begin cycling the Icefield Parkway.
If you see five women struggling through one of those mountain passes…please don’t honk.
We’re old. We could fall off our bikes and break a hip.
Awesome picture and caption. You know, when I couldn’t start the weedeater the other day and watched a guy (okay, my ex, even worse) start it up with one pull, I thought of you cycling epically in the Rockies and said, “That’s it, I’m talking to Phil at Serafit.com. If Colleen says he’s good, and look where she is, maybe I can suffer the fainblog of hopes of being a dyke who doesn’t need to ask a man to start something for me.” Wow, that’s odd on so many levels.
Too funny. Phil will definitely help and so will cycling until you think you’ll heave…then go a little further. I’m not sure if it’s smart but it sure feels good when I stop 🙂