Distance ~ 60 km. Winds ~ tailwind 10 – 15 km/h
Temperature ~ 16 – 22C cloudy and full on down pour
Monday, June 2, 2014
Click the link to see where we are. Almost through Manitoba.
Off we headed to MEC to get Ryan’s bike packed up into a bike box then send him on his way to the airport. Oh, that was tough!
Shortly after we pulled up to the outside of the store, a store rep came outside to invite us to bring our bikes and trailers inside. Then it was 11:30 . . . . . time to load Ryan up into the taxi and say goodbye. This NEVER gets easy! We are happy to know he’s returning to Marie, his home and back to his life, but sorry we are saying goodbye, once again, unsure of our next time together. It’s always HARD! He drove off in the taxi, waving his arm out the window all the way down the street until he was no longer in sight. Me, crying, wiping away my tears and holding Doug, waving back.
Just when we were about to leave MEC, Ryan texted us from the airport and said it started raining there, so we dug out our rain gear.
After riding past the impressive, new Cultural Museum and rolling through The Forks (Winnipeg’s meeting place in the heart of downtown, at the junction of the Assiniboine and Red Rivers. Early Aboriginal peoples traded at The Forks, followed by European fur traders, Métis buffalo hunters, Scottish settlers, riverboat workers, railway pioneers and tens of thousands of immigrants. Today, it is Winnipeg’s number one tourist destination with more than four million visitors each year. There are all kinds of resturaunts here, unique stores and entertainment and events scheduled throughout the year), we decided we needed to fill up on pasta at The Old Spaghetti Factory.
Downtown when we were about to turn left at a stop light when I asked the driver beside me, “Are we were heading in the right direction to get to Highway #1?” The light suddenly turned green and he said, “Sorry gotta go!” Skidding around the corner ~ afraid someone would beep at him I guess.
We rounded the corner and stopped at the next red light. I then asked a guy waiting for a bus, “Are we were heading in the right direction to get to Highway #1?” He said, “More accurately, where are you going?” I said, “St. John’s.” He looked stunned for a second then said, “Oh, follow the Maple Leaf!”
I was so lucky to follow Doug for half our ride today, pulling my heavy 45 pound donkey down the road, trying to catch the draft ~ in the pouring rain with road grit and grime splattering onto my face. So lucky! Kind of like a natural exfoliator. We decided to head to Richer Inn Motor Hotel for an evening of drying out our gear, a fresh start tomorrow and two of the best pizzas we ever had.