The dipping of my back tire in the Pacific marks the beginning of this trek. The next ocean will be some 6,000km away.
Vancouver to Langley, BC
What a day! In many ways, it did not go as planned… From starting late due to semi-frantic last minute packing, getting lost several times trying to follow Google Map’s rather savage bike route recommendations, to having my watch die on me a few hours into the ride. Not to mention a couple stumbles (yeah let’s call them that) as I got used to how differently this thing handles with all of the extra weight on.
Note to self: slam on the breaks before attempting any sharp turn.
It certainly wasn’t all bad though, as I got to start the trip with a send off from this beauty of a human, Nick.
As well as capping the day with a yummeh taco meal at Nate’s and Elise’s home out in Langley. I’ll be crashing for the night there. Not pictured is Nate showing me his beloved gun collection. But I did snap a pic of this glorious epsom salt bath they had set up for my aching legs.