I really wish we’d all had time to stay up another day or two but, alas, we all have lives and girlfriends and dogs and jobs back in the city so we had to pack up on Sunday and boot home. The plus side is that we would get to go back through Algonquin Provincial Park…
The down side is… as sure as I am to fall off something or get hit in the face with something, my camera will inevitably have troubles and right as we were about to enter the park, my camera ran out of batteries…
…so just pretend that the black box above was a photo of us ripping through a beautiful, windy roads.
Not a bad little outing!
Thanks to Stephen and his family for their hospitality (sorry we fat-manned all the lawnchairs) and to Andrew & Navin for a super fun time. Rad trip, boys.
On of my favorite parts of little weekenders like this is waking up with no plans and taking the day as it comes. On Saturday we opted to shoot over to the Quebec side a short distance away and take in some of the beautiful roads out that way.
This is the Wiener Master.
These are the Wiener Masters.
Stephen’s family had some sick steeds in their stable so we hung up the motos in favour of hops & barley and took a few badass bicycles out for a rip.
Now, anyone who has spent any amount of time with me (especially travelling) will tell you that if something bad is going to happen to anyone on this trip, whether it’s falling off a horse in Costa Rica or getting hit in the forehead with a flying zebra muscle (thanks again, Aner!), it’s happening to me…
This is my photo of a beautiful landscape…
This is my photo of the trees and the sky that I took as my leg fell through a gap in the bridge…
Camera saved, beer mostly saved, leg not broken.
Do some dips.
A few of the fellas and I had been talking for a while about riding up to our friend Stephen’s family cottage up in Chalk River and after a few last minute bails and a last minute addition, we hit the road from Capital in Parkdale last Friday morning. Killer & Donnel couldn’t make it for the weekend but decided to join for the first part of the ride out on their Ducatis.
My front wheel has taken one too many pot-hole dives and is pretty badly out of true causing a decent amount of wobble a mid-high speeds but I like having fun more than not having fun so I tried my best to just ignore it.
Navin had to fill up at this pump…
Navin is not impressed.
Neither am I, to be sitting in traffic, I’m obviously thrilled that they had a special pump for Navin.
Stephen is pumped, though, either way.
Because, for Stephen, a life-long dream came true when we ate the famous and tasty Granary.
We rolled in around 6:30 to a fully stocked fridge (thanks Bowles family!) and lots and lots of sunlight left.
Just some guys doing cool stuff…
Ladies & gentlemen… May I present you with a legendary leprechaun flute.