I am writing this post from the comfort of my desk in Sechelt, British Columbia. It is a warm and sunny July day. I knew I wouldn’t have access to the internet so I’ve set up a few pre-written posts for this week.

I’m not sure what the weather will be like when you’re reading this post, but we will be somewhere in the shadow of all those craggy Rocky Mountain peaks. (if you click on the image, it will come in clearer).

It’s rather crazy to be doing this trip again.

I was telling a non-cyclist about last year’s version, “It was hellish. Sleeting icy winds that nearly knocked us off our bikes, my hands frozen like claws and ascents that made me want to weep. My neck was killing me, the downhills were wild and…” I realized she was staring at me like I was quite loony. I finished my monologue, “…it was such a great trip!”

Maybe it’s just one of those things that feels so good when you stop??

Then again, I just guess you had to be there.

I guess I’m there again….