Day 4 – Back to Victoria
Breton
Woke up Sunday to the sound of running water. Prince MaMu was having his morning jacuzzi. Excellent, that meant I had another two hours to sleep! I settled back into my comfy, warm bed and contemplated life while I listened to the waves crashing on the shore below. Read more…
Day 3 – Ucluelet & Tofino
Breton
(Editorial note) I don’t know, to me, three hours in a wingback chair deeply engaged in a pitched battle of romantic seduction leans more to “entrenched” than “ensconced”. …but why quibble? Adventures awaited us that a lack of literary talent and a decent spellchecker could not diminish!
Saturday morning came with a delightful surprise. No rain! Read more…
Day 2 – Victoria to Ucluelet
Breton
Woke up Friday morning suffering from altitude sickness causing by drinking too many martinis at lower elevations. Yeah, a wee bit foggy but still anxious to ride. Of course, before we headed out, Mark had to install all of the electronics needed to undertake a perilous journey of this magnitude; iPod mounts, heated vests, GPS and radar detector. Read more…
Day 1 – To Victoria
Breton
Landing in Victoria I got that bittersweet feeling I always get when I come out to the west coast… The island was where I lived for seven years…and only caught one salmon. It’s where I hiked the West Coast Trail…and blew both knees. Where we started Pangaea…and I almost married Carolyn. Ok, maybe more bitter than sweet… Read more…
Day 0 – Getting ready
Breton
Not exactly sure how the idea originally came up but I’m pretty sure it involved wine. Mark and I had been grumping for a while about the length of winter and the desire to ride. Somewhere along the way we started talking about doing a Ewan/Charley style epic journey and eventually landed on the idea of a ride across Vancouver Island all the way from Victoria to Ucluelet. Read more…