Evening on the Trail near Miscouche, PEI, 2003, and the ever valiant Tomato Worm, a lovely caterpillar, with a determined spirit to get there.
The PEI pics are all small; I guess because they were originally put on disc and saved that way. Not good quality when expanded, it seems.
I have just finished re-reading all my entries, and came across this comment on the very 1st entry from an interested reader who wondered if I had named my bicycle - that is, the 13 yr. old Raleigh that I did the PEI trip with (later stolen). She would have called it Soloman. Here is what she wrote:
Your bike, does it have a name?
Is it an it, a she, or a he?
Soloman... no, solowoman. That is what I would name my bike. Well, no, Soloman, because my bike is a he.
"He" who has taken me on trips and through places that cannot be travelled by car.
Though the roads may be the same, the breeze is better.
In a car, you stop for other people, deer, and large animals.
On a bike, it is the butterfly, or the caterpillar it once was, that makes you swerve a little before smiling slightly, comfortably.
Solo - a word to describe the way I feel on the bike, no matter if it's through the woods or down a 60km county road.
And through Nature - never alone. It's the one time you are alone, but not feeling it.
Good luck on your trip and not just across Canada, but even the 10km trip down the trails through McCaulley Mtn., or the Millenium Trail, or the day-trips across Gilead, Miller, Welbanks, Victoria... so many, and none are the highway.
Good luck on them all - though luck plays a small part in getting where you want to be, it's spirit that takes you along the way.
Mary Esta Marcille
Yes, that's me, solo-woman.
Happy Cycling Trails, everyone.
Karen
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