Ride to the border

We made it to the border to start the journey.

Ride to the border

We made it to the border to start the journey.

Well, the hard part is done now that we got ourselves and the equipment to the border in working order.  The only last day issue is that we brought four water bottles and four tops, but only three fit.  Easy fix there.

Note the quote on the right. Even though it is written in stone, the border was closed.

While at the border, we ran into a motorcyclist doing a fund raising ride for MS in which he was riding the “four corners” (Maine; Blaine, Wa; San Ysidro, Ca; Key West, Fl) in 16 days. I don’t know which ride, his or ours was harder.  I told him I had already done the four corners, just not as fast. I was born in Key West, moved to Rhode Island at 4 (we couldn’t go to Maine then because the locals said we couldn’t get there from there; maybe with GPS people can now go to Maine), went to 5th grade in San Ysidro, and several times to the NW.

In spite of the closed border, we did capture a picture of a Canadian native in the wild.  While not as exciting as as a siting of Bigfoot, it was all we could find.

Although this one looked friendly, apparently further north, the natives are known to wear sharp metal blades on their feet and carry big sticks.  That must be why our government is protecting us from them.  We will miss sharing their exotic cuisine like Tim Hortons donuts and coffee and the cold yellow yeasty grog that they like to drink.

We have heard that some Canadian natives have escaped and are living amongst us.  Apparently, before the oceans started to warm due to climate change, they used to freeze in the winter.  This allowed the natives from Western Canada to escape by skating on the frozen seas where they ended up on the beaches and golf courses of Southern California and as far west as the Hawaiian Islands.  Although this sounds far fetched, this is on the internet and you are not allowed to put anything that is not factual.  There is a loophole for alternative facts, and this maybe one of those alternatives.  In any case, be leery of anyone who is just a little too friendly as they may be a Canadian hiding in plain site.  Of course it could also be some from Minnesota or Wisconsin.

 

The ride to the border and back to Bellingham gave us a start of 54 miles.  JD, my younger riding companion, decided to ride the roads less travelled and added 10 miles to the trip.  It put us through some beautiful isolated areas by the bay, although in a couple of spots I was sure I heard a kid playing a banjo on the porch.

On these back roads there was mile after mile of wild blackberry bushes.  I loved these when I lived in Virginia and Kentucky but I miss them living in Colorado and Arizona.  Upon closer observation, it was obvious that I had missed prime season by a few weeks.  This is probably a good thing as when it comes to standing in a field picking and eating blackberries, I have no self control.  This can lead to some GI issues, which is a bad thing when planning to spend the next six weeks on a bicycle in tight pants.

There was an alternative, in that this was Washington so there were also many apple trees along the road.  They had started to turn red but still a little green.  However, a snake wrapped around the tree told me it was ok to eat as many as I wanted.

That’s it for now, got to run.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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    1. You are hillarious! I’m so looking forward to reading your stories 🙂 This morning we received another gift toward your matching gift challenge. Thank you for making this happen. I hope there will be many more. People can call me at 720-329-4464 if anyone has questions. Safe travels! Jacquie Hall

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