Monday, November 28, 2011

Family Medical Forum and the Walk for Docs

On Saturday, November 5th, I participated in the Walk for Docs of Tomorrow in Montreal as a student representative of the UWO Family Medicine Interest Group, along with fellow FMIG member Esther Chan.  This event is a 5 km walk that raises money for a scholarship fund that annually helps medical students with financial need pursue their education and a career in family medicine.  Thanks to the generosity of the UWO Family Medicine Faculty and the Schulich School of Medicine & Dentistry student body, we were able to raise an impressive $1143.36, greatly exceeding what we've fundraised in the past.

Thank you so much to everyone for your contributions and support!

The Section of Medical Students meeting and the rest of the weekend in Montreal were both lovely.  The following are a few pics that I took during my time in Montreal (sorry - only iPhone quality... forgot my camera!!)

Esther and I at the Family Medical Forum

Montreal at night, as seen from Mont Royal

Inside Notre-Dame Cathedral

Old Montreal

Monday, September 5, 2011

The Last Leg - Englishtown, NS to St. John's, NL

We made it!  After 72 days and 7975 km, our group has ascended Signal Hill and finished the 2011 Tour du Canada in St. John's, Newfoundland.  Leaving for the trip, I knew I would finish, but it was hard to imagine the moment of success.  Looking back, I can't believe where the time has gone, but I know that I've just taken the best vacation of my life so far.

Cycling-wise, the lead-in to the final stretch was very easy.  We took an overnight ferry to Argentia, Newfoundland, and had very short rides on the days flanking the trip - only 42 km to get to the ferry, and then 59 km as we left the ferry to head to our campsite.  While short, these days still were packed with plenty of beautiful scenery.

En route to the ferry from North Sydney, we rode a fairly hilly route along the Bras d'Or Lake.  Although it couldn't compare to the views from the Cabot Trail, it was still a very pretty ride.  The ferry didn't actually depart until 11:30 pm, which allowed for a very relaxed morning in camp, and a late noon-hour departure.  After spending the morning packing, it began to dawn on me just how close we were to the end of the tour.  The ride was quick, and with lots of time to kill in the afternoon, we drank coffee and beer, ate fish and chips, and hung around the park until it was time to leave.

View on the way to the ferry


It was easy to find our meeting place in North Sydney

Relaxing before our departure

The ferry ride was a nice way to relax - for a 14 hour ride, it was actually really comfortable.  Couldn't enjoy the ocean views much as we departed, seeing as it was 11:30 pm and pitch dark.  We spent the evening hanging out, watching lousy Canadian television and then hanging out in the "Colours" lounge, on the multicoloured couches that looked like they belonged in the 70's.  After a great sleep, woke up to a view of the ocean as we cruised along the rugged, mountainous Newfoundland coastline.  We spent a good two hours feasting at the all-you-can-eat brunch buffet, and the rest of the ride was spent ruing my decision to eat so much, along with watching the scenery and catching up on e-mails.

Our cozy cabin

View from the deck

Arrival in Newfoundland
After leaving the ferry, we just had a short 60 km ride to get to Whitbourne, where we would be spending the night sleeping on a hockey rink (with the ice removed, thankfully!).  The sky was blue, the air was warm, and the ride was just beautiful.  I had never been to Newfoundland before, and seeing it has been wonderful.  It is very rugged - lots of trees, hills, and water.  We were invited to another potluck dinner, tonight at the St. Barnabas Anglican Church close to Whitbourne, which was another welcome, yet unexpected, surprise!  In the evening, I had a chance to try out the tandem bike the Edward and Gail have been riding throughout the trip, and kudos to them for doing it - it's not as easy as it looks!  Had a relaxing evening playing cards and hanging out, and preparing for the final ride to St. John's.


Beautiful


As seen in Newfoundland...

Dusk, close to Whitbourne

Overnight in the arena!

Drool... click for larger image
We were unceremoniously awakened on the final day with the buzzer on the rink, and took off soon after for the 130 km ride into St. John's.  This being the last day, we decided to try and ride together in larger groups to arrive at Signal Hill as a team!  So I rode with my usual riding group, and another 7 or 8 riders with whom I frequently rode as well.  This was certainly not just an easy cruise to the finish line!  We started the day with heavy fog, which cleared by 11 a.m. to make way for another lovely, warm, sunny day.  The day was filled with lots of climbing -- it seemed as though we never traveled along flat land!  The scenery was again amazing, with plenty of more mountains, water, and trees (which - as you may have noticed through my Northern Ontario entries - are some of my favourite things!).  All that was missing from the ride was a moose sighting!  We stopped in the morning for coffee, pastries and pie, but rode steadily aside from that to try and meet the group in St. John's before making the final push up Signal Hill. 

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Yarrrrrrr, matey!



After about half of our group met, we took off through St. John's for the last 10 km.  Riding through the city was the same as riding through any other big city - busy, and tricky with such a large group of people.  Fortunately we were getting the payoff from so much climbing today, with almost the entirety of the last 10 km being downhill.  We stopped at a wharf just short of Signal Hill to dip our front tires into the Atlantic, then took off for our final ascent.  Signal Hill was a TOUGH climb!  I rode in my lowest gear, but was completely energized by the others at the top cheering us on, as well as the thought that I had just crossed Canada by bicycle!

Signal Hill on the left

Dipping my wheel in the Atlantic, two months after dipping it in the Pacific
The atmosphere at the top of Signal Hill was incredibly joyous, and we were welcomed by fellow riders and their families.  We drank champagne, congratulated each other, and took pictures (and pictures... and pictures... and pictures).  The view from the top was truly worth the climb, and sharing the moment with my fellow riders was even better.  It was amazing!

A selection of photos from the top of Signal Hill:

Ahhh yeah!

The 2010 Tour Atlantic Contingent

Aurelie and Sky

My usual (amazing!) riding crew

Cook/Seal team 6 - TdC's Best Cook Team!

Riders with St. John's in the background

Epic


Some of my extended riding family

Tandem celebrates on Signal Hill
After soaking in the moment for a good 45 minutes atop Signal Hill, we descended to the Battery Hotel for the evening.  The tour wrapped up with a banquet, which included a delicious salmon dinner, some speeches by the other riders, and an awards ceremony - awards as decided by our fellow riders.  It was a nice cap to the tour!

Many of us proceeded from the banquet to the hotel bar, and then later to George Street to enjoy a bit of the St. John's nightlife.  Sadly, we missed the opportunity to get "Screeched" (drink moonshine and kiss a cod, in order to become an honorary Newfoundlander), but it was still fun to share a final few drinks with the friends I'd made that summer.  After spending two and a half months together, we had become quite close, and it was hard to believe that we'd be disbanding over the next 24 hours.

After arriving in St. John's 3 days ago, I've since flown back to Ontario and returned to my place in London.  I was glad to visit with my sister in Guelph, my brother in London, and my parents in London as well - I had such wonderful support from my family throughout the summer and I was so glad to see them here at home!  It has also been fantastic seeing and catching up with my friends from school.

This summer went by far too quickly but what a great time it was.  As I said before, this has been the best vacation I've ever taken!  I've learned that Cycle Touring is such a great way to see a country and to meet people, and I'll certainly consider traveling by bike again in the future (probably next summer - location is in the air still!).

Thanks so much to everyone at home for your support throughout my trip!  Thanks to all my fellow riders for sharing this wonderful vacation!

This will be my last post, until I ride again. Thanks for reading!

All the best,
Dale

Englishtown, NS to St. John's, NL Riding Stats
3 Riding Days
241 km

Overall Riding Stats
62 Riding Days
7975 km
Average: 128.6 km per day

Peanut Butter Sandwiches consumed: 149

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Cape Breton Revisited... and other Maritimes - St. Louis de Kent, NB to Englishtown, NS

(Written two days ago, but internet was too slow to post pics!)

Hey Everyone!  It's very hard to believe that it's September already, and - 70 days after taking off - my ride is about to come to an end.  I'm currently on the ferry to Newfoundland, enjoying the one-man band and a belly full of food from the brunch buffet.  A short 3 hours from now, we'll be reaching land and taking a short ride to our penultimate destination.  And tomorrow we ride to St. John's and up Signal Hill to our final stop!

The last few days have been absolutely amazing.  I know that I'm very liberal in using superlatives, but the riding has deserved it.  After my Atlantic coast cycling tour last summer, I had already rode much of the route, and it was just as beautiful the second time around.  We spent time in three provinces - New Brunswick, Prince Edward Island, and Nova Scotia - which included doing the Cabot Trail.  Despite the many challenging climbs, the two days spent riding the Cabot Trail were probably my two favourite days of the tour!

We took off from our rest day in St. Louis de Kent on an incredibly windy day, riding along the Acadian route down the coast of New Brunswick toward Shediac.  The scenery along the water was nice, but difficult to enjoy with the strength of the wind that was hitting us.  At least the terrain was very easy to ride - flat, but with many crappy, potholed roads.  We made the obligatory stop at the world's biggest lobster statue in Shediac, which I remembered from last summer and from a trip 15 years ago as a kid... still like it every time I see it!  We had a great campground right on the ocean, viewed a beautiful sunset, and retired early for the evening.

Giant Lobster feat. very uncoordinated posing

Campsite in the evening

Sun setting over the Atlantic

The next day, we made the short ride to Confederation Bridge to head to PEI.  Quite an impressive bridge!  Sadly we were not allowed to ride across it, although I imagine if we had tried, we may have ended up in the water with the strong gusts of wind.  Prince Edward Island's terrain was WAY hillier than I remembered, but we only had a short day of riding - 89 km - so it wasn't so bad.  The scenery was nice - farmland mostly, and the red soil is pretty cool.  We rode into Charlottetown to find a bike shop, and of course, we ate Cow's ice cream multiple times -- one of those times at the Cow's Factory!! Sadly they were not actually making ice cream at that time, so we opted out of taking the tour, but we still were able to enjoy the ice cream and their punny t-shirts!

Confederation Bridge

Doing my part in the ice cream making process

Mature cyclists posing at the town of Crap(aud)
Our time in PEI was very brief, and the next day we rode across the island to take the Wood Island's ferry to Pictou County, Nova Scotia.  We only had about a 75 km ride to get to the ferry and didn't need to get there until 1 pm, but we still managed to take our time enough in the morning to JUST make the ferry at about quarter to 1.  The morning was really nice, very warm and sunny with a stop along the way for lots of fresh fruit at a farm market.  Our ride in Nova Scotia to the campground was along fairly busy roads, but we made it to a campground that I stayed at last year and saw what is arguably the best sunset I've seen this trip!  Being a Saturday night, the campground was pretty busy with people singing terrible karaoke, so it was a late night getting to sleep... but still an excellent day overall.

Rest stop en route to ferry

Ferry to NS

Welcome to Nova Scotia... check out our giant sign!!

Amazing view of the sunset from our campground



Moving on, we had another long ride scheduled the next day to get just to the outskirts of the Cabot Trail.  The ride was 172 km in the end, as we traveled onto Cape Breton Island and to Lake Ainslie.  It was a hot and muggy day with lots of "ups and downs", as we were warned on the directions sheet.  Still, it was a really nice day, and things got even better once we got to the camp.  We were surprised with an amazing potluck dinner from the patrons of the RV park where we were staying!  Not only that, but we were given permission to stay indoors - an invitation that I accepted, since my tent was still soaked from the night before, and Tropical Storm/Hurricane Irene's effects were starting to be felt with strong winds and rain.


Potluck in Lake Ainslie


The next morning was the day I'd been looking forward to all trip - our ride on the Cabot Trail!  This was the highlight of my Atlantic Tour last summer, and I was very excited to ride it again.  Unfortunately, the day started off a little bit worryingly -- the post-hurricane winds were incredibly strong, and many of our riders were worried about not being able to safely ride the Trail with such strong winds, and gusts of winds - allegedly up to 90 km/h!  While many people decided to not ride the Trail, and take an alternate route to Englishtown, the people who I usually ride with decided to take advantage of the 40 km/h tailwind and ride the route!

What an incredible day it turned out to be!!  We rode with very powerful tailwinds, and for the first 80 km the only pedaling we did was uphill - and while on the flats or downhill, we were consistently going at least 40 km/h!  We started the big climbs at about the 90 km mark, with French mountain up first.  The climb was long but not especially steep, and we had wonderful scenery as we rode it.  We were right along the coast of the Atlantic in the Cape Breton Highlands National Park, and the views were just spectacular, prompting us to stop many times along the way for photos (and well-needed breaks!).  After a while we made it to the top, and enjoyed some time riding along the crest of the mountains!

Just starting the Cabot trail
French Mountain

View from French Mountain
On the downhill from French mountain, I hit a new top speed on my bike - 76 km/h - which was cool (and scary!).  For much of the long downhill, we were gripping our breaks tightly, risking overheating of the tires.  One of my fellow riders even had a blowout flat because his rim had overheated to the point of melting the tube!  I found this kind of funny, just because of the timing -- right after he stopped and said "these hills are ridiculous!", we heard a long "hissssssssssssss" as his tire burst.  While inspecting the tube for where the hole was, we noticed holes or melt-marks on every single spot where the spokes entered the rim!  After changing the tube, we took a quick break for ice cream and rode on to North Mountain.

More shots from atop French Mountain


North was difficult!  It was only 4 km of climbing, but with a grade of 12-14% the entire time!  I was in my lowest gear and working my ass off to crawl up the hill.  But we all made it up, spotted a coyote on the prowl, and then proceeded to descend the hill.  Since the hill was just as steep on the way down, we decided to walk much of it since Alistair - who had previously broken his hand - only had one hand available for breaking, which would not have been safe down such a steep hill!  After North, the rest of the trip was quite easy, and despite one missed turn, we made it into camp in Dingwall for a well-deserved rest before too too long.

Finally, our next day we departed camp for one more day of riding along the Cabot Trail.  It was a beautiful sunny day, which meant that we boiled as we started the day with a good 12 km of climbing!  Nothing as steep as the previous day, but very steady, and fortunately we were rewarded with a good 8 km or so of solid downhill.  For much of the day, we rode along the eastern shore of Cape Breton island with views of the Atlantic Ocean that were incredible.  We rode the third mountain of the trail - Smokey - which was actually pretty easy, just long, in the direction we were riding.  The views from the top were spectacular!  Similarly to North, the downhill was incredibly steep and we decided that it would be safest to walk down much of it.  We remained on the Cabot Trail for much of the rest of the day, veering off later to head to Englishtown and head to camp.


Atlantic Ocean

Resting atop Smokey Mountain

Downhill of Smokey - far steeper than the uphill (thankfully!)

Certainly a wonderful few days to begin wrapping up the trip.  Great scenery, great riding, and great times with friends.

Take care! See you all soon!

St. Louis-de-Kent, NB to Englishtown, NS Riding Stats
6 Riding Days
787 km

Overall Riding Stats
59 Riding Days
7734 km

Peanut Butter Sandwiches consumed, to date: 146