Binge Riding

Staight on, turn left at end of road, turn right in Bragg Creek, right on 66 and you will end up in Elbow Falls 80km later.

Made some oatmeal with apples, cinnamon and maple syrup, brewed some coffee and tuned in to 90.9. The jazz jockey informed of plus 25 and sunny and the veiw out the window confirmed an incredible day was in store. With no work today and no responsibilities, coupled by the looming of a busy working weekend and school in the near future the plans were set. Long ride...Elbow Falls. I scooted to the bike room to the tune of some Canadian talent and promptly morphed the trusted black Cannondale from cross machine to road speedster (I sold the TCR on Tuesday).
Elbow Falls is a rather bland ride until you get to Bragg Creek, but today even the dead straight blast through Springbank was a pleasure. Along the way I encountered a few strange sights including, but not limited to; a burly man selling freshly uprooted firs out of a pickup for $25 (to me they appeared stolen from a nearby housing development) and a sidewalk sweeper sweeping the shoulder of Highway 66 at the top of the last climb on route to Elbow Falls. The ride took about 5 hours not including an extended coffee stop in Bragg Creek on the way home. As soon as I got home I got an earful from the Latin Cross Connection for missing the evening's group Sideshow-Bowmont-Tuscanny dustathon, their loss.