Madman and myself recently returned from a road trip through the American southwest, covering parts of Nevada, California and Arizona. Technically speaking the trip started and ended in Las Vegas but technically speaking we didn’t enter a Casino or gamble any life savings away so Las Vegas was purely an entry/exit point. Our trips are usually described by an acronym because we are very efficient, so SPAZNEV refers to our Standard Procedure in AriZona and NEVada (California was verging on being an afterthought).
It’s okay to shoot a selfie when you’re alone.
Ignore the fact that I look like I’m about to die of tired if you zoom in close. The point here is that your selfie stick is stupid and using a tripod and a timer will gain you a lot more respect in my book. So do whatever because it shouldn’t matter how much I respect you.
The music is just sounds of Saturn. I guess space makes noise now.
I fall in this one, not just Michael. So yay!
Loaded up the Jetta with two dudes, two bikes and headed for Barrie, Ontario. Got some A&W on the way, then we hopped on our bikes and made a day of it. Continue reading “MTB Hardwood Hills – Rookie Edit”
tl;dr: drove to Québec, rode bikes, hiked, camped, came home. With pictures!
Beginning of August, 2016: My co-worker Michael and I loaded into my Jetta and drive ourselves across the Québec border to the land of syrup and language laws to find some mountain biking and to attend the UCI Mountain Bike World Cup Downhill stop in Mont-Sainte-Anne.
The drive went pretty smoothly. Michael almost ran into some problems at a Couche-Tard trying to get us some lemonades and timbits, but he ended up with lemon slushies which was a pretty good lost-in-translation moment. Our final destination was Vallée Bras-du-Nord near the town of Saint-Raymond, a coop specializing in outdoor recreation. We arrived in the late afternoon after spending the night in my gracious little sister’s backyard the previous night. Our campsite setup was straightforward and ultimately resulted in my being able to sleep in a hammock for the duration of our stay, something I’d highly recommend to anyone.
A rocky start to an infinite journey.
It’s hard to explain why Facebook bothers me so much, so I’m just not going to bother. I have no clue how often I’ll update this scuzzy little bastard, but I’ll try to do so at least semi-occasionally. And if not, well, it’ll just join the ranks of 98% of other blogs out there.