Friday, July 22, 2005
Day 25 – Distance: 111.11 km
Craik to Regina, SK
Who has seen the wind? I would say I have, in my face, for 111.11 solid kilometers. We started the day off well, with a complete breakfast at our little restaurant. We thought the winds were favourable, but once we started, we found they were NOT. Monique had popped a spoke the previous day, which we discovered when we were cleaning our chains (aren’t we good?) so she was planning to head straight to Regina with Adele to see about getting it repaired (we don’t have spare spokes, which I know isn’t exactly smart). This left Cassie and me to face the wind alone. We drafted each other for the first hour and a half, but she found her pace getting slower, so we ended up parting. Adele had made an appointment for a massage at 2:30, so when that was finished, she and Monique came back and picked Cassie up, around 4:00. They stopped for me half way up the Qu’Appelle Valley hill, so I made them go to the top to wait for me, so I could refill my bottles and take a little break (I did stop every 5 km or so anyway, because the winds were so strong). I was determined to make it to Regina (Iron Lady kicks in again), so Monique told me to go as far as a McDonalds she had seen, and she would pick me up there. Don’t ask me about scenery, because I had to keep my head down most of the way. I finally arrived about 6:15 pm, and felt about as tired as I had after I completed my two hundred-mile-rides from Ottawa to Kingston and back a few years ago.
A hot shower picked me right up, plus the thought of a rest day tomorrow, so after putting my tent up, we headed out to an East Side Mario’s for a shared steak and Caesar salad. Perfect ending, to a rather brutal day.
Craik to Regina, SK
Who has seen the wind? I would say I have, in my face, for 111.11 solid kilometers. We started the day off well, with a complete breakfast at our little restaurant. We thought the winds were favourable, but once we started, we found they were NOT. Monique had popped a spoke the previous day, which we discovered when we were cleaning our chains (aren’t we good?) so she was planning to head straight to Regina with Adele to see about getting it repaired (we don’t have spare spokes, which I know isn’t exactly smart). This left Cassie and me to face the wind alone. We drafted each other for the first hour and a half, but she found her pace getting slower, so we ended up parting. Adele had made an appointment for a massage at 2:30, so when that was finished, she and Monique came back and picked Cassie up, around 4:00. They stopped for me half way up the Qu’Appelle Valley hill, so I made them go to the top to wait for me, so I could refill my bottles and take a little break (I did stop every 5 km or so anyway, because the winds were so strong). I was determined to make it to Regina (Iron Lady kicks in again), so Monique told me to go as far as a McDonalds she had seen, and she would pick me up there. Don’t ask me about scenery, because I had to keep my head down most of the way. I finally arrived about 6:15 pm, and felt about as tired as I had after I completed my two hundred-mile-rides from Ottawa to Kingston and back a few years ago.
A hot shower picked me right up, plus the thought of a rest day tomorrow, so after putting my tent up, we headed out to an East Side Mario’s for a shared steak and Caesar salad. Perfect ending, to a rather brutal day.
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