Bike in snow

I’m going home today. It’s been a great trip. Just one more stop for lunch with an old boss before I make the drive back to Ottawa.

Cracking pole

I miss sleep­ing in my own bed. It’s been a dif­fer­ent bed almost every night. But the trip was also filled with good peo­ple. People who are truly touch­ing. And cats.

Bike in snow

I’m not feel­ing as over­stim­u­lated as I expected. Maybe I’ve been too busy for it to sink in.

I’ll be leav­ing in the early after­noon to catch the sun­set in the 250km stretch along the 401.