Last Camp Whycocomagh
Drying the shoes
Then back down the hill and across this bridge
Sid and I knew we were getting close to Sydney as the km's were counting down on the road signs. We stopped and had our moment at the side of the highway about 5km out.........hugs, and yes some tears, and an affirmation of the mutual respect we have for one another after completing this ride. We will share this memory, the two of us, for the rest of our lives.
It wasn't always wine and roses out there, but let's be honest, you can't put two people with the will and determination to complete a ride like this, have them live in close quarters for 70 days, making many decisions daily, and have it be peachy keen every day of the week. There was always one part of the day, every day, that was the best, and that was when we reached camp, shook hands and said "Good ride", and that made everything, everything else ok.
When we arrived at camp the cheers were deafening, and we found the crew had been out to purchase the best champagne Cape Breton had to offer, at least at the local liquor store. Jon, who has been such a big part of this whole journey, popped the cork, and we each had our ceremonial guzzle from the bottle. Photos and more photos followed, but eventually I got to sit down with a cold one and just exhale. I still don't think it has totally sunk in, and I will likely wake tomorrow ready to get back on the bike for the days ride.
I knew this was the end for me, but Sid was going on to tour with Kathie and Jon in Nfld., and would be doing a ride into St.Johns later this week to wrap up his trip, so I decided to have a little private ride down to the waters edge, and recruited a couple from Ottawa (they charged me $20) to take some pictures of me doing the wheel dip in the Atlantic, and officially wrapped up mine. I heard some music not far off, and found some locals playing tunes on a small covered stage just down the street. Got off the bike, sat my ass down, enjoyed the tunes, and had myself a moment to reflect on the last 68 days..........
Sid and Jon's ride to Nfld arriving
Many thanks from me personally to Squire Johns for getting me out there with the proper equipment. It couldn't have worked better........Shane Mark John Ben........
But most of all, and so important to me, is the support I gained daily from everyone who chimed in and read the blog. You have no idea of the charge it gave me to watch my number of visits go up daily on the blog stats that the Blogger App provides (now over 5,300). Your messages and comments were fantastic, and I loved the fact that I could in some way share this ride with you. I thought about you a lot when I was on the bike. Shit, what else do you have to do on a twenty mile, flat straightaway, in Saskatchewan.
Did I say "most of all" in the last paragraph, so sorry..........I owe many people a lot of thanks, but none more than Jutta. Although she tried to kidnap me on the way through Collingwood in July, I know she was behind me the whole way, and without getting overly gushy here, simply said, she is everything to me. That's it.
I just don't know!
I love this......that's an eagle in the sky to the right
Checkered flag socks - Winnipeg
Rasta Crochet Gloves - Regina (Cool Ridin's Mon)
Saved them for my last day
The wheel dip
Yeah baby.......I'm coming home