Thanks for being patient.

Expect blog entries on the Nov. 12 finish  and eventually the filling in of all of the missed blog date entries.

Re-entering my life here in Vancouver has been extraordinary and wonderfully hectic.  Ride Don’t Hide has been keeping me very busy as I leverage my now finished “dog and pony” show into something permanent, something annual and hopefully something in your community real soon.

Thanks to TEAM 1040 listeners that might have heard today’s Ride Don’t Hide public service announcements  Scotiabank – Lions – Ride Dont Hide-2 during today’s Grey Cup and decided to check out our website.   Please, if you feel like offering feedback and ideas, write soemthing on the wall or contact theteam@ridedonthide.com  And, if you are interested, the Ride Don’t Hide Facebook Group is quite active these days…

And, don’t forget to make a promise or share a story.  Our society is ready for this and is waiting… for your voice to be heard.

BC Lions, in the Grey Cup, here in Vancouver  It doesn’t get better than that!

GO LIONS, GO!

A big day today.

Wow, I am so wonderfully scared.  Bring it, bring it on!

On the Turning Away.

Scared

L.E.S Artistes

Learning to Fly

Mischievous monkeys.

In the Nicola Valley, enroute to the Fraser Canyon.

October 25
Year 1 Day 86

End the day in Boston bar, British Columbia

149 (+41km from daily target of 108km)
Moving Average 20.6km/hr & Cycling Time 7hrs 15min
37,031km Total

Riding the Fraser Canyon Highway.  Wow!   Again, it has been too long, and again I am in wonder as to the beauty of it all.

Massively long trains going west and east, shipping raw and manufactured goods from Vancouver’s massive port.   Asia is so close.  I can feel her as these loaded, over-weight trains rumble by as the lunch diner’s windows clatter in her presence.

Heading west, the Fraser River Canyon begins.

Wonderful Chinese food for lunch is not the only Asian influence in the Canyon.

Tunnels have been iconic in Ride Don't Hide.

Is that light at the end of the tunnel? Fraser River Highway, BC.

Just out of Lytton I stop for Chinese food and a little hotel and restaurant owned and operated by a Chinese couple who immigrated here some 25 years ago.

Hard working to appoint of a cliché, with the simple goal of having their high school aged children head off to university to do better, to move up…

I am so proud to marrying into a similar family, the So family.  And I can only hope that they are proud to be marrying into the Schratters…

So Schratter or Schratter So?  Just Schratter? Yea!

Boston Bar, BC.

In Boston Bar, Drew and I enjoy the company of so manywonderful locals.  The town’s population is under 800 and seems to enjoy hanging out in the Pigs Ear Hotel and Saloon.

Doris and James from the Queen Charlotte Islands, passing through to sell some of their chanterelles before heading to the kitchens of Paris, France.

Local “German Jack” who spoke with pride of the people depicted in the large black & white photos covering the saloon.

Deuce and his wonderful parents….

Real people, no masks of elitism or arrogance, just open hearts…

I have decided that in the future, when on my bi-annual return trips from Vancouver to Vernon, I will be taking this slightly longer route.  The people in these wonderful BC towns, in these non-chain, non-franchise eating establishments are worth the extra hour of travel.  To talk with them again…   and not to mention the scenery of the Fraser Canyon.

Truly a magical night that I will never forget.

How lucky was I to have met German Jack, his wife, and friends. Boston Bar, BC.