Monday, June 1, 2009
Wilderness
I set out from Black Diamond with full intentions of walking with my little pull-behind cart. I ran into a guy while I was walking who had seen me on the highway the day before and gave me- yes actually gave me- his bike. So after much thanks and show of appreciation I set off with me bike- I managed to bike 10 hours that day. It was still hard going because I had a cart of at least 100 pounds and I was beginning to arrive in hilly county. While I was slowly peddling my load along these roads 100's of cyclists started passing me- these guys -and girls- with fancy tight pants and helmets that looked like axe-heads and glasses that looked like they grew out of their faces. I felt quite foolish and even do know in recollection of that day- me slowly pulling my cart while these cyclists whizzed by me. I made it to Bragg Creek that night and found a campsite to settle down in. Not only was my body completely sore from being burnt to a crisp the first day of walking but now my legs were sore and my but felt like a tenderized piece of steak. Needless to say I was sore all over and it didn't as much hit me until the next morning when I woke up and could barely move anything. Even though I was in this state I told myself that some good ol' exercise would work out these sore muscles. I kept on heading down the road to a place where it actually ended. At the end of this paved road was a trail that was no passable by vehicles but only a hiking and biking trail. It is called the powderface trail and is 34 km and connects the kanaskis county with canmore and banff. I went to bed at the beggining of this trail with full intentions of attacking it the next day. I had stocked up on supplies enough food and water to last me for a couple of days. I woke up the morning of and just started bawling- I was one big ache. My but hurt so much it hurt to sit walk even just standing made my cute cheeks sore. Not to mention my legs- every single one of the muscles ached with every single action I did. Now some situational clauses must be applied here- I was in the middle of nowhere. Sure I was at this campsite but there was no one else at the whole campsite. I was also in the middle of bear, cougar, and elk (don't laugh about the elks- they can be just as dangerous) and here I was having a hard time moving anything. I seriously thought it might be the end- I layed in my tent until about 2 in the afternoon before I managed to pack my stuf up in the cart- bike to the very quiet highway, ditch my bike and hitchhike out of there. I am now in Canmore and awaiting further adventures- Nat
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Sorry to hear about your rear. I just wanted to remind you that Sarah and I are leaving with the Porters until June 17th. Tait will be housesitting though.
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Its been fun reading about your zainy adventures. You are missed round these parts... I don't really have a reason to frequent MJ as much... I guess I am saving gas. Be safe.
Jordo
I'm not sure if you're one of those bloggers who has the comment notification option on...or if you'll ever see this...but I just remembered blogs and am catching up on your adventures, and I'm not even done reading this entry yet but I really like the image of pulling the cart while all these mutant bikemachinepeoplethings whiz past...I'm glad to see a familiar face in the cart camp
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