
wella wella,
the weekend started 3 am sharp on saturday morning...had to be at the airport by 4 to checkin and all that jazz. Saying good byes was an interesting ordeal, and I definitely had moments where i thought that this was going to be a crazy endeavor...
Many things have happened in the last two days, and i will try to sum them up as best as i can. So, Saturday, unfortunately the plane i hopped on at 5 something in the morning was not up to par in working conditions, actually the air (conditioning) was not working....that took them an hour to fix...then the fog was too much for us to take off, so by the time we took off, we had been sitting on the plane for nearly two hours...this plane took me to Detroit, whereupon i booted it from the one terminal to the other, upon reaching the gate for my next plane I was too late to board, slightly too late, there was no plane. AHA! I waited in detroit for 3 hours for a different flight all the while contemplating where my bike was, and whether it would make it to Seattle like i was trying to...
Arrival in Seattle (3:30 their time) was uneventful, my bags made it, and oversized luggage bike came through quite nicely...good packing is key...i stuffed all my clothes in my bike box around my bike so as to pad it a little more. I managed to get my bike together by the end of the day and ready for whatever we had to do sunday. In bed by 1am, which actually is 4 am ottawa time... WOHOO up more than 24 hours... so tired though. And the brain, the brain was starting to get slow and think erratically, hopefully we don't encounter many more days like that. (at least on the way home we enter time changes and gain back the time).
Saturday and Sunday were spent in Washington University, quite a nice campus. We have had orientation, training and bike courses.
Today at bike training, i was just standing with our group...and we heard a really loud pop and then hiss....i turn to look back from where the noise was...and what do you know...i had an instantaneous flat....so i carried my bike back to the residence we are staying at, put in a new tube and pump it up...good old 115psi, (my bike is in the 'common room' just outside of the room i was sleeping in)...so once that was fixed up, i went to my room to gather some of my gear and get ready, and i hear this loud pop and hisss... YUP another FLAT! It took some figuring out, but what had happened is the rim tape had given way to one of the spokes, and when you pump up your tire, the tire enters the hole and is soon popped by the spoke. WELL I KNEW THAT!!! actually it took some asking around, and then i had to find rim tape.... This is all occuring sunday afternoon...up to supper time, after supper time we had our first rally ... and then we had to load up the TRUCKS. I headed down (literally) to where the trucks were with a laundry basket of my gear, and my tire to fix.
Got the tire fixed (no levers for these fingers) and then helped load up the truck with everyones gear bags (filled with tents, sleeping bags, chairs and other paraphenalia).
Okay, so i can't rotate this picture, but it is of all the gear laid out in the parking lot by the trucks which were being loaded for the first time. Very interesting that canadians all have 'hockey bags' and americans have duffle bags of sorts.
Tomorrow morning we start at the BEACH, the pacific ocean, this is the furthest west i have ever been. Tire dipping is first and then we will be leaving in groups. TO SULTAN we are heading, 81km. Should be interesting. Apparently monday is supposed to be a good ride, and TUESDAY/ WEDNESDAY the killers, long long rocky inclines... WE will see what i have to say about that come wednesday...
I really am just excited to get on my bike and peddle, lets get the show on the road and start!!