Sunday, May 29, 2011


Three layers of pants, five layers on tops and I feel and look like a black Michelin Tire guy. Before we even got to the first stop sign my knees feel wet and cold. We are off flying down to the highway.

I am sure of a few things. Although I am sensitive and a pushover….I know how to dig deep and suck it up….even when I can't see one glimmer of brightness in the sky. I also know that no matter how bleak a situation seems…there is probably something spectacular I would miss if I stayed in bed.

Abbotsford's Harris Road was the first joy wending through little curves and out toward Harrison. These are familiar properties and landmarks. It amazes me how little has still parked...abandoned tractors...a majestic bald eagle in a tree I have seen many times before.

The rain is easing up and we are on the way to the Hemlock Valley area. When we veer right to get to Highway 7 I take note of Hawkins Pickle Road. What a name!! I want to live on that road. We are creeping toward Hope and Highway 7, enjoying the beginning of the ride and drying out.

Next we are in Boston Bar, stopping at a cheesy somewhat dilapidated diner that Ken thinks is cool. We miss the May Day parade that is just a little south of the Diner, but which we see a few participants pass. The parade lasts only a few minutes....a shadow of yesteryear when apparently the celebration went on for days. It seemed the most exciting thing was the lights from emergency vehicles.

We are back on the road, and we in edging around familiar twists and turns and watching for rocks as we head from Lytton to Lillooet. It is a beautiful ride dodging rocks the rough narrow roads....we see a bear cub part the trees but as soon as he hears the engine retreats. It is great riding now as there are few cars on the road to slow us down. We get to Lillooet and are on the Duffy Lake route. Now the road cuts a swathe through the mountainous terrain....Cayoosh Creek curving beside the road. We are alone with the tarmac, twists and breathtaking views of waterfalls, trees and crags. We stop for a picture with the snow by the road and cannot resist a snowball fight. The air is filled with the sound of running water and the sun is beaming on us, enough to kiss us with warmth.

I am in my head, thinking how most of the world is missing out on this - where the earth and sky feel like they are one....and we are invading, but only to pass through. As we wend and wind through to Pemberton and the humanity begins to surround us again, we see houses that could be condemned resplendent with Canuck Jerseys and flags. It is nice to see the rally of spirits.

Volvos and skateboarders are prevalent as we near Whistler. The mountains are full of snow, and even as the sun seems to remind us that summer is close, the snow beckons to the die hards to ride.

The next morning we head for home...but the thing I think I enjoy about my man is he doesn't always stick to the script. We were planning breakfast in Squamish, but wound up meandering through a mostly deserted, tree-lined road of gentle twists, that took us somewhere new...We breakfasted in Brackendale after the detour. It was satisfying to find another road less traveled....and distracting.

From Brackendale it was smooth bends and curves south on the Sea to Sky.....cautious, not for the road as much as for speed traps. The view is spectacular...islands dotting the azure blue water mirroring the sky. Looking out I cannot help but feel completely content with the world.

And to think I might have missed this but for a few moments of rain....

Saturday, May 28, 2011

yup it' s raining

...and we are leaving....and not just the spitting kind. This is the rain that gets you wet from running to a car....where you can stay warm and dry. twenty eight years ago it was scorching I cannot even see Richmond from the office window. Wish us luck...

Friday, May 27, 2011

There are a few things in this world that take my breath away. The smell of my newborn babies, the Cascade Loop, Duffy Lake Road, my husband of 28 years and a pristine black Motoguzzi. So, when my man suggested we ride together on the Cascade ride the heart skipped a beat. His confidence in my skills bolstered any fear that might creep in. Yes...ego is involved in this one. Everyone...I mean everyone notices the Guzzi. It could be the could be that even a poser could actually look cool on it. I have never been, nor claim to be, nor aspire to be cool. But....I have to admit...for someone who has to stand up straight to reach five feet, and weighing a lot less than the be able to maneuver it through terrain that I am in awe of will be my challenge over the next few months.

First I need my full license - which does not qualify me to ride...but will at least give me credos on paper. Then I will need to learn the configuration of the gears. The Guzzi is needs to be massaged....rocked....cajoled in a whole new way to the next level. As he explains this...and his own confusion with which gear, I know that it will take getting used to. But - that is about will take getting used to. I have started in naivete and pregnant learning to ride....from there I learned you don't need much gas when you are riding a trials bike - you just need skill and teeth....and the last few years have taught me you need a pair for a lot of things in life. I really want to learn that Guzzi.....

Thursday, May 26, 2011

There are a few things I am not sure I have what it takes. One of them is embarking on a journey, laden down, in the midst of rain. Now - I am no wuss...I have been through plenty of showers with little complaint. I have ridden through buckets on a dirt road that was slippy and I never once suggested we crawl back to our friends campsite. I have experienced cold so numbing that my fingers hurt for a few days. It just seems difficult to don rain gear at the beginning of the adventure. Having it happen in the midst would work. So....cross your fingers as apparently at 6 a.m. Saturday morning, I will be on that bike - rain or shine. That means I better find what it takes according to the weatherman and a certain navigator.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Once I am on the road, wind in my face...I remember what I love. I love that everything feels so close...the sky...the water....I love the rush of adrenalin...and the peace of the backroads. The smells are also vivid. Freshly mown grass, honeysuckle blooming, exhaust fumes from the truck ahead...each triggering something deep within.

You barely hear sounds over the din of the motor. Especially with the RD beside or in front of me. The whine of the motor drowns out anything I might hear.

We did a few of the familiar routes yesterday. River Road, both Richmond and Delta, Marine Drive in White Rock..Colebrook Road. All my training grounds. Even the rain did not deter my enthusiasm at being in my head and on the road. I can't explain exactly what it feels like. I have tried to those whose queries are somewhere between curiosity and condescension. I have never thought an artist need explain their love of colour or texture. Nor a fashionista need not justify the love of fabric.... but if it is anything close to the euphoric feeling of freedom mixed with fear, that keeps me safe....I know I understand the passion of others.

I have always loved passionate people.