Footbridge, Boylston Provincial Park


Carol didn’t need the car so I drove her to her office at 8:30 with the intention of returning home to complete a blog post then go skiing somewhere. Several factors kept me at the computer much too long. By the time I pulled out of the driveway I didn’t have adequate time to go skiing but I had the car and thought I should do something.

Continue Reading »


Cycling: A New Seat

I’m no longer a gear junkie, no longer need the fix of newer, bigger, better, lighter, faster…Basically, I don’t consider myself to be as easily sucked in by marketing claims. When I spend my money I want to ensure I’m getting something that will truly benefit me.

If I limited my outdoor activities to walking I could escape the need to buy gear. If. The fact remains that I like a variety of activities with cycling at the top of the list. To really enjoy something it’s essential to reduce or remove the obstacles that detract from participation. Over the last few years I’ve been acquiring products to improve my experience of cycling. Good shoes, good shorts, a few bags and compliments of Jacko, some nice tires. The one thing that continues to be a bother is my seat. Jacko rode my bike during the summer and said it was as comfortable as using a piece of 2×4. Continue Reading »

Tanner's sailboat

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass

on a summer day listening to the murmur of water,

or watching the clouds float across the sky,

is hardly a waste of time.

John Lubbock

Essential supplies

My morning has been hijacked by the discovery of a blog I couldn’t resist looking through. A ‘like’ on a recent cycling post was left by All Seasons Cyclist. I don’t have time to check out everyone who clicks a like but I couldn’t resist this one since their username obviously suggested someone interested in cycling throughout the year. He’s in Michigan writing about gear he uses and mostly likes: All Seasons Cyclist. I love coming across information like this. I do not have a local shop where I can go for help nor are there (m)any others in the local area experimenting with all year cycling. I tend to distrust much of what passes for information in magazines since so-called reviews are little more than highly biased advertising.

Yesterday I was on my skis twice. First, I drove out to Ogden for a quick jaunt on the TCT and then last night I opted for skiing (instead of cycling) on Donahue Lake. Continue Reading »

Every now and again things come together very nicely without anything to detract from the experience. So it was last night. I had to do a little eenie meenie minee mo to chose between skiing and cycling but ultimately decided on cycling because snow conditions weren’t quite as good as road conditions.

A light flurry of snow crisscrossed my headlight beam. I began the ride feeling a little apprehensive about the pavement. The temperature showed minus one which meant there could be ice. After a few kilometers without encountering any sinister glimmer on the road I relaxed and increased my pace. I ended up with some tire spray soaking through on my shins but I only noticed it when I undressed after the ride. Continue Reading »

TCT: Skiing

Carol and I loaded the car with gear, drove five kilometers, parked at Spank’s Bridge and skied a section of the Trans Canada Trail. We went as far as Cook’s Cove then re-traced our way back to the car. The old rail bed is ideal though the trail in the other direction, from Spank’s Bridge to Ogden, is currently closed as a result of maintenance. If more snow falls and fills in the ruts then it should also be fine.

Skiing on the TCT near Cook's Cove

I didn’t think it would be wise to do too much on our first outing. Carol hasn’t been on her skis for several years and I wasn’t really out much last year either. I anticipated there being a few muscles that might be less than thrilled by the workout so going easy seemed the best bet. Carol said it was more fun than she remembered though she couldn’t actually remember the last time she went. I’m not sure what caused the negative impression but replacing it with something positive will go a long way toward seeing her back on her skis more regularly.  Continue Reading »

Clocks slay time… time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.  William Faulkner

You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.  James Matthew Barrie

Who forces time is pushed back by time; who yields to time finds time on his side. The Talmud

Near Port Bickerton

Time is a mystifying substance. I find it difficult to know just what an hour is. I know it is 60 minutes, of course, but beyond that everything about the notion of an hour seems rather fluid unless pressured by constraint.

New Harbour River

A few days ago I drove to Port Bickerton to follow up on information provided to me many months ago. I couldn’t find the directions I was given or the original emails but figured I could get myself in the vicinity and improvise from there. Part of getting to Port Bickerton from my house involved crossing Country Harbour by ferry. Said ferry departs on the hour. The clock in the car read 11:17 as I backed out the driveway. Continue Reading »