First, hello everybody. My name is Christina and I haven't contributed anything to this blog yet so I feel the need to introduce myself. And, for the record, my real spirit animal is actually a unicorn but fearing relentless scrutiny over the legitimacy of this amazing creature, I am channeling my spirit animal chi with my other good friend, the wolf. For those of you doubting that unicorns do in fact bless us with their presence on this planet, I urge you to check out www.unicornmuseum.org.
Now that we cleared that up, on to the minutes:
Yesterday, Tuesday August 21, 2007
8:30 wake up. alone. sniff.
10:00 enjoy scrambled eggs and potatoes with some English boys who thought we would be cooler if we were riding motorcycles down to Mexico and who think soccer is gay and curiously become embarrassed and quiet when Amanda and I reveal that we play soccer. Awesome.
11:30 ride down to bike shop to get extra clips for shoes.
12:30 load up and employ friendly Cambie Hostel line cook to take pictures of us in a dirty and smelly alley that is sparkling with shards of glass. He then invites us to stay at his mother's B&B in Banff next summer. Then he gave us oranges. A truly Canadian experience.
1:00 the journey begins!
1:01 we get honked at.
1:15 ride through Stanley Park (awesome) and over Lions Gate Bridge (totally awesome).
2:00 one of Amanda's panniers comes loose and starts dragging on the ground. She unknowingy donates her wallet to the streets of North Vancouver.
3:00 Marine Drive becomes increasingly narrow but is beautiful and smells like blackberries.
3:10 arrive at Horseshoe Bay ferry terminal and Amanda realizes her wallet fell out of the outside pocket of her road worn pannier. Minor freak out ensues.
3:20 Baskin Robbins 14 year olds have never seen a Camelback and it takes three of them to fill one up.
3:30 Amanda finds wallet. Crisis averted. Apparently she put it in the small pocket of her Camelback... who ever uses that pocket?! Assholes. That's who.
4:10 luxurious ferry ride from Horseshoe Bay to Langdale. B.C. Ferries have a gift shop, like with perfume and back massagey-thingys?! Who knew? Amanda begins to read Harry Potter.
5:20 exit ferry. Someone has already died in Harry Potter.
5:30 begin the most epic uphill we encountered all day where I realize I left my sweet royal blue fingerless gloves on the ferry. Sweaty hands and all, we make it up (but we took a break halfway, shhh).
7:00 wind up at Roberts Creek Campground where we enjoy numerous hi-fives and bellyrubs, set up the tent for the first time, force down some less than appetizing navy bean soup, compare injuries given to ourselves by our bikes, and re-enact noises we made while getting up the last hill.
8:00 totally gay stretching session.
9:00 it's dark. That means it's bedtime.
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