Update: I had this posted on my personal blog and decided to move it over to my more bikey blog.
So the labour day long weekend rolled around and I had not done a real mountain ride all year. Add to that a new touring bike and what else could I do, but go for a trip through the mountains. Anna has a new touring bike as well so it was easy to convince her what a great idea it would be to ride from Jasper to Calgary.
Anna guards the bikes while we stop at Lake Louise for a rest stop. Thanks Bob for the lift to Jasper. It only took 5hrs to drive there, but it took us 4 days to ride back - we must be out of shape.
Hwy 93 was lightly traveled and in great shape. The wide shoulders were nice for biking and 99% of cars gave us lots of space.
The bikes on lunch break. Food was over priced and low quality along the parkway, but for hungry cyclists it did not matter - we ate everything in sight regardless.
The parkway featured lots of beautiful flowers and grasses to keep us entertained on the long climbs.
Our motto switched back and forth between - "...slow and steady wins the race..." & "...lets take a rest break..."
The Num-Ti-Jah Lodge was the only good food on the parkway. We ate till we nearly burst and then we each stole 3 cookies for later. I would love to tell you the guilt gnawed away at me, but the truth is the only thing that got gnawed were the cookies.
We spent 5 to 7 hrs riding each day. With all our eating and rest stops we pretty much rode from early morning till dusk.
The campgrounds we used were really nice and had lots of room in the hiker/biker walk in campsites. They even had drinking water and clean toilets - what more could tired bikers ask for?
This little guy was trying to hitch a ride. He said he wouldn't bee a bother. Anna kicked him to the curb - she is tough like that.
I had to stop and soak it all in - okay my real reason was I was tired, but the Alberta Wide-Screen Channel was hard to beat for back to back great shows.
Due to a beauacratic SNAFU at the Canmore Alpine Clubhouse (details to be featured in a special rant later this week) we had to stealth camp off the road near an equestrian centre. The horses caught us, but they didn't tell anyone.
Considering two of the freeze dried meals I ate were from 1989 they were reasonably tasty or perhaps I was just really, really, really hungry?
Our rogue campsite. That is the Alpine Clubhouse road just past the trees. Our stealth tent was hard to see. No one noticed us.
Getting into a full tuck for the downhill run into Calgary. There was the uphill horror show called the Cochrane Hill, but we'd rather just forget about that!
We made it! 450kms ridden over 4 days. Zero flats. Zero broken spokes. Zero rain. Two sore butts and two big smiles. We are ready to do it all over again - just not this week...=-)