The end, for now

Right. So she came back. She now says (literally just now) "So the whole biking thing feels like it was kind of a dream." Well, it wasn't. Totally real. Proof: her legs are aching to bike. They don't know what's going on-- why aren't they pedaling?





All told, she rode 1,893 miles. Not too shabby, eh? She was tempted to mosey around Chicago for a while yesterday afternoon to make it an even 1,900, but resisted. Seriously, 1,893 miles is more than the distance across Mongolia the long way (west to east) or across the Sahara or Australia the short way (north to south) or from Juneau to the middle of Hudson Bay; or from San Salvador, El Salvador to Martinique; or from Los Angeles to New Orleans; or from Beijing to Kathmandu; or from Peoria to the Pacific; or from Paris to Moscow. As the crow flies, obviously, as I just used a bit of paper and a wall map (but I did take the Mercator Projection into careful consideration). At any rate, far.





One thing Priscilla said she learned was that she's very proud of being independant, but that you can't really live that way-- that you need to depend on God and that he's going to make you dependant on people, and even if he can drop things from the sky if he wants, usually he uses people. And here are some of the ones he used this time, in order of appearance where convenient:




Ben: bicycle purchaser
Emily: Mrs. bicycle purchaser
Sarah: the helpful sidekick
James: the good buddy
Steven: Mr. helpful sidekick
Mr. Alvarez: hardware hero
Amy: chauffeur #1 & t-shirt designer extraordinaire
Joe: Mr. t-shirt designer extraordinaire
Oscar: t-shirt design muse
Rachel: chauffeur #2
Art: medical advisor
Kathy Forbes: Boston connection
Jamie & David & Elijah Voss: host #1
Paul: host #2
Portland Park District: host #3 (unbeknownst to them)
fox: fodder for a story for future generations, whomever's loins they may spring from
Eddie & Lisa Comeau: host #4
Jennie & Kenny Wade: host #5 and local color
Janet & Gary Ness: host #6
the flatness of Nova Scotia: smooth, easy riding
Mary Comeau & Colin, Nicholas & Lilly MacDonald: host #7
Mervin & Theresa Mooney: host #8
Herb & Myrna: host #9
Lindsay Dickieson: trans-PEI driver
Mrs. Frances Leary: host #10
bridge shuttle driver: comic relief
David, Johnny, Martin, Charles, & Frazer of Sackville: host #11
Harold: friendly fellow biker
Kathy: friendly fellow biker
Donna & David Watson: host #12
Mike & Sue Watson: host #13
Steven, Melissa, Sarah, Kendra, Jake, & Kimberly Thompson: host #14
Beth & Lexie: host #15
Pam, Sharon, Joe & Edith Manley: host #16
Gail Raye: friendly bakery cashier
Mr. Rolf Schmalzer: host #17
Therese, Marcel & Catherine Turgeon: host #18
Claire & Lucien Bolduc: host #19
Isabelle, husband, Raphael, Zacharie & Emeryc Therriens: host #20
Catherine, husband & Maxime Dumouchel: host #21
Jean-Francois: another friendly biker and fountain of information
Julie, Stephane, Olivier & Loic Lemieux-Crete: host #22
John Scorgie: kindly pastor
Joyce & David Lindsay: host #23
lady at info center: provider of hot coffee
bookshop girl: provider of directions to Salvation Army
Linda & Kenny Cassell: host #24
Tim Horton's: delicous muffin dealer
horse arena people: host #25
Chris, Candice, Mackenzie & Madison Walter: host #26
Padraic & Fez: host #27
Neil de Toronto: provider of directions
Millie & John Sauve: host #28
Jojo Chintoh: knight in shining armor
Mark, Lori, Colin & Kathryn Driscoll: host #29 & ride across the border & beloved family...
All the Hicks in Hicksville: host #30
Kandice, Tammy & Jim: host #31
Jon & Paul: Merrillville connection
Angie: host #32
Roxanne: warm welcome home
me: trusty assistant & narrator

She's back!

She is indeed, standing in the living room as I type this. But we stayed up way too late talking, and now I'm too tired to post. So I'll do it tomorrow, but be assured she is back in Chicago.



C'est vrai, elle est la devant moi, je la vois avec mes propres yeux. Mais c'est deja tard (on a bcp discute la), et je suis trop fatigue. Alors, je raconterai aujourd'hui demain, mais t'inquiete, elle est bien rentree.

The Fantastic Four Riding Bikes

So early today Priscilla, Sarah, Steven & James set out on their respective bicycles and pedaled merrily for eighty-some miles! Yowza! And particularly impressive as this was the most Sarah had ever biked in one day, maybe Steven, too. Afterwards Sarah's knees started complaining, so she's been having to shush them now and then-- "Seriously, knees, if I hear another word out of you two..."



And all four of them are pretty pooped (imagine that!), but are happily benefiting from the hospitality of Angie in Merrillville. She isn't actually home yet, but she's still letting them in the house completely unsupervised. Hm. Of this we can be sure: if there were any dirty dishes lying around, they're gone now. Or at least washed.


Oh! Priscilla actually fell today, twice. All those hundreds of miles she had biked, over rivers and through woods, with no falls at all. Then she hits the indifferent landscapes of rural Indiana, and splat! Fortunately she was not injured either time, and Woodrow is fine as well. Priscilla also said it was rather strange to be biking with other people after so long alone, but seems to have handled the shock of it well.



Ce matin Priscilla, Sarah, Steven, et James ont monte leurs velos et sont partis. Ils ont couvert 80 miles, ce qui n'est pas mal, quand meme. Surtout vu que Sarah (et peut-etre Steven aussi) n'a jamais pedale autant pendant une seule journee avant cela. Ce soir les genoux de Sarah ont commence se plaindre, et elle les ont parle fermement: "Mais, arretez-ca, les genoux! C'est du chi-chi et compagnie! J'en ai un peu marre..."


Les quatre sont tous un peu fatigue (ils m'etonnent), mais heureusement ce soir ils profitent de l'hospitalite de Angie de Merrillville. Elle n'est pas encore chez elle, mais elle les a permit de faire comme chez eux quand meme. Courageuse quoi, les laisser sans surveillant. S'il y avait de la vaisselle a faire quand ils sont arrives, on peut etre sur qu'elle sera fait quand Angie arrive. Eh oui, ces types font la vaisselle sans meme demander permission.


Oh! Priscilla est tombee aujourd'hui, deux fois. Choque, non? Centaines de miles a travers collines, ponts, forets, provinces & etats entiers, aucune probleme. Le rien du tout, tout plat, tout vide qui est Indiana, et elle est par terre. Heureusement elle ne s'est pas mal, et Woodrow non plus. Priscilla dit que ca fait un peu bizarre de rouler avec d'autres apres tous ces semaines toute seule, mais elle s'habitue (et c'est pas a cause de ca qu'elle est tombee).

Karaoke & Pie

Alright, so last night Priscilla et al. went and picked up Sarah (i.e. her helpful sidekick) and Steven, thus doubling the et al. that is Priscilla's entourage. They were hungry and ready for some fun so they went to that pinnacle of tasty & riotous happiness that is Bennigans on karaoke night. Oh, yeah! Bring it on! Our friends did not actually karaoke their eyes out, at least that they're admitting.



Today, as you might have guessed from that picture over there, they are baking. As of around lunchtime they had already whipped up a swell batch of pumpkin spice muffins (inspired by Tim Horton's, perhaps?) and Priscilla was working on some pie crust. Just look at her hands go, a blur of culinary deftness! The crust is for apple & pumpkin pies (that is, apple pies & pumpkin pies, I believe-- apple & pumpkin together might be a little alarming... or it might be a new taste sensation poised to sweep the nation and so on... you never can tell).



And then this evening they're off to dinner with Kandice and her family, and a game or two (or ten) of Bang!, the murderous card game housed in an authentic giant bullet. Thanks to Bang!, they will all be riding their bikes back to Chicago over the next two days, instead of flying as originally planned. Because really, who's gonna let them on a plane with a huge bullet?


Alors, hier soir Priscilla et al. sont alles chercher Sarah et Steven, pour effectivement doubler le et al. Ils avaient faim, ils s'ennuiaient... donc entrer Bennigans, le super endroit pour s'amuser et bouffer, et en plus c'etait soiree karaoke! La chance! Ils n'ont pas avoue avoir fait du karaoke eux-memes, mais on leur connait...


Aujoud'hui, comme vous avez sans doute devine, ils font de la cuisine. Vers midi ils ont deja fait des muffins au citrouille, avec des projets tartes en vue. On voit Priscilla qui fait la pate a tarte dans le photo-- regarde combien vite elle le fasse! Incroyable! Donc, des tartes a la pomme et a la citrouille, mais pas les deux dans la meme tarte car ca, c'est berk et ce qui plus est, interdit par la loi.


Et puis ce soir ils vont tous diner chez Kandice et sa famille, suivit par un tournois de Bang!, jeu de cartes meurtrier et qui se porte dans une vraie balle gigantesque! Ca fait peur seulement la voir... et a cause de ca, demains ils partent tous en velo (ils auront deux jours de route), et pas en avion comme prevu, car qui leur permettrait de monter l'avion avec une telle balle? Ben, personne, bien sur! Alors, heureusement pour les velos, n'est-ce pas?

Today either

I mean, she didn't go biking today, either, at least not that I'm aware of. The plan was not to bike. I assume she stuck with the plan. Staying in Winona Lake with her friends.




Je veux dire, elle n'a pas fait du velo aujourd'hui non plus, au moins, pas a ma connaissance. L'idee, c'etait ne pas faire du velo aujourd'hui. Elle reste a Winona Lake avec ses amis.

No biking today

It's true-- today, as planned, Priscilla is not biking but rather is hanging out with friends in Indiana. She might still call to say exactly what they did, but I took Benadryl a little while ago, and am too groggy to write a coherent post much longer than this. Maybe I'll tell you about today tomorrow. If you're lucky.



C'est vrai, Priscilla ne fait pas de velo aujourd'hui. Elle s'amuse avec des amis Indianois, comme prevu. Ca se peut qu'elle m'appelera plus tard pour raconter tous ce qu'ils ont fait, mais j'ai pris du Benadryl se soir, et me trouve trop groggy (Tiens! On a ce mot en francais aussi, selon mon dico ang-fran! Trop sympa...) pour ecrire coherement. Peut-etre je vais raconter davantage demain. On verra.

Winona Lake Forever*

So, Priscilla's lone bicyclist days are over, at least for this trip. Today she overslept-- she'd been waking in the middle of the night throughout the trip thinking she'd overslept, but this was the first time she actually did it. Once she did deign to open her eyes and crawl out of the tent, she set off for Winona Lake, Indiana. And she made it there by afternoon, despite having been chased by a large dogs with ordinary-length legs (a German Shepherd, to be exact). She looked back and told it sternly, "No, go home!" and it did. You have to know how to talk to a dog, and she does.

So what else happened? She stopped at a bakery in Harlan, IN, which was chock full of donuts (not so nice), but also had apple fritters (niiiiice) and some very nice people (very nice, obviously, I mean, I just said so). It also had a post out in front of at least one of the parking spaces... for a horse and buggy to park! And one did so while she was there, and she saw it with her own two eyes! So exciting! Priscilla also rode in the rain for three hours and got thoroughly soaked (one last drenching for the last lone biking day). And a while later, well, she arrived safely in Winona Lake, that's what. And there she's staying with her friend Kandice for a few days, and I think maybe she's sleeping now.

*For those who don't know, Priscilla is a fan of Johnny Depp. He, of course, used to date Winona Ryder, got a "Winona Forever" tattoo and then they broke up (tattoos with names typically spell doom for relationships). He then had the "na" erased, which is supposed to be a painful & tedious process... would have made so much more sense to just throw in "Lake" and make all the inhabitants of that Indiana hamlet happy. Don't you think?



Priscilla ne roule plus toute seul, au moins pas pour ce voyage. Apres faisant la grasse matinee, elle est alle jusque Winona Lake, Indiana, ou elle reste pendant quelques jours chez une copine. Elle a ete poursuivi en route par un gros chien (un Alsatien) avec de jambes normales. Donc elle lui a regarde et dit "Non, tu rentre chez toi!" et il l'a fait. Faut savoir parler aux chiens, et Priscilla le sait.

Quoi d'autre? Ben, elle est arrive a Winona Lake belle et bien. Je crois qu'elle dort la, car de tout facon elle ne repond pas au telephone.

*Le titre fait reference a un tattouage de Johnny Depp, dont Priscilla est fan (de Johnny Depp, pas du tattouage). Mais il aurait du le transformer en "Winona Lake Forever" pour plaire aux habitants de cette jolie ville (ben, j'imagine, quoi, ne l'ayant jamais vue).

Priscilla in Hicksville

Yeah, I'm not kidding, Priscilla is totally in Hicksville tonight. She set out from Ann Arbor this morning, rode for about 11 hours (although she did stop a few times), and covered 104 stinkin' miles, bringing her to Hicksville, Ohio. She was chased by a dozen dogs with short legs (albeit not all at once-- that would have been a sight-- and one particular dog chased her on three separate occasions, thanks to a forgotten map), and finished up her ride under a huge orange moon like a wheel of Colby cheese, the man in the moon smiling ecstatically.

She set up camp in some kind Hicksville resident's back yard, and began preparing her dinner. First she walked over to a gas station to score some hot water (the quicker to cook her pasta) but only got very warm water from the bathroom sink. Back at the tent, she was joined by a small cat who was very curious about Priscilla's cooking. And it was some truly curious cooking! The grass nearly caught fire, the kitty's whiskers got singed and curled up, Priscilla's hair got a little singed as well... but eventually the pasta was cooked (with some foul yet protein rich Vienna sausages from a can) and the stove was blown out. The cat was shooed away to find its own dinner, and Priscilla ate hers, and prepared for bed. Tune in tomorrow for her trip to Indiana.

Eh oui, Priscilla reste a Hicksville, Ohio ce soir. Un drole de nom pour une drole de ville (ben, j'imagine). Elle a quitte Ann Arbor vers 8h15 ce matin, et est passe 11 heures sur la route, pendant lesquelles elle a couvert 104 miles (bien plus en kilometres). 12 chiens aux jambes courts l'ont poursuivi (pas tous a la fois, mais l'un d'eux la suivi sur 3 occasions differents). Elle a fini sous la lumiere d'une lune enorme et orange, style fromage Colby.

Elle fait du camping dans le jardin de gentils gens de Hicksville. Elle est alle au station service pour obtenir de l'eau chaud (pour un cuisson plus rapide des pates), mais n'a trouve que d'eau un tout petit peu chaud dans le WC. De retour au tente, elle a ete joint par un petit chat, qui regardait de tres pres ledit cuisson... et s'est fait brule les moustaches. Solidaire, Priscilla s'est brule un tout petit meche de cheveux et a failli brule un peu de l'herbe... mais enfin les pates etait cuits (avec de saucissons berk mais rempli de proteines), le four eteint, le chat mit dehors la tente et Priscilla dedans... elle a mange et puis s'est prepare a se coucher. Demain elle fait route vers l'Indiana!

Chez Mark

So, right according to plan, Priscilla spent the day with her brother, Mark, and his family. Not sure what all that entailed, but I know there was talk of cooking squash. She intends to set off again tomorrow. Woodrow took advantage of the time off to indulge in a bubble bath, a box of chocolates, and reruns of Ricki Lake.

Ben, comme prevu, Priscilla est passee la journee chez son frere, Mark, et sa famille. Pas sur de toutes les detailles, mais j'ai entendu parle de la cuisson de courge. Demain matin, normalement, elle reprend route. Woodrow a profite du temps libre pour chasser un peu dans le foret d'Ann Arbor avec le neveu de Priscilla. Ils sont rentre avec deux cerfs, un ours, et toute une famille de lapins.

Hamster Huey (I mean, Woodrow the bike) and the Gooey Kablooie

Priscilla was up with the roosters this morning (which really isn't that informative-- contrary to popular belief, chickens are wild partyers, and roosters in particular like to stay out late and crow at all hours of the night, then nap for a while, and then they crow in the daytime, too). Specifically, Priscilla left John & Millie's place at 7:30 this morning, and set out for a gas station they'd told her about, as it was reputed to serve excellent tea. The tea was indeed tasty, and the gas station itself was full of nice people. Priscilla was talking to one fellow patron about her trip and the gobs of ways God has provided for her through it, when another customer walked in, overheard, and was all "hey, the same thing keeps happening to me!" So that was cool.




Then Priscilla saddled up Woodrow (who had taken to neighing and rearing like a horse, inspired by his stablemates last night, I suppose), and took off. She pedaled for a mile, or maybe two, tops, when KABLOOIE! One of Woodrow's tires blew out! Not good. (Oh, and for those who, unlike me, know what beading is, she had totally checked it, so there.) There was nothing for it but to look for a ride to the nearest bike shop. And it took a little while, but not a dreadfully long while, and then along came Jojo. He works at a horse farm, and was delivering hay, and had just enough room for Woodrow in the back. So he kindly gave Priscilla a ride to Paris (not the Paris, obviously... ). They stopped at the farm to drop off the hay, and eventualloy arrived in Paris, where he let her out at a Canadian Tire store, as there were no bike shops to be had. Priscilla thanked him and said goodbye, and headed into the store. Canadian Tire is really geared more toward cars, but it did have a tire to fit Woodrow, so Priscilla bought it. She put the new tire on, pumped up both tires and... realized that she'd left a bag and her helmet and sunglasses in the back of Jojo's car! Without a helmet, she couldn't bike at all! (And if you're thinking, yes, you can bike without a helmet, you're wrong-- you can't. So don't try.) What could she do? She called Jojo's house, got the answering machine, and left a message. And five minutes later, Jojo himself arrived, in his car, Prisky's gear in tow. He gave it to her, she thanked him profusely, and at long last she was biking again.




She biked for the rest of the morning, stopping at Woodstock (not the Woodstock, either). There she sat down to wait for her brother, Mark. Six minutes later he drove up. He'd had computer problems and other snafus this morning and thus had arrived an hour late-- but of course Priscilla had arrived 54 minutes late, so it worked out pretty well. They loaded Woodrow into the trunk, made a small detour to Tim Horton's to stockpile some of the scrumptious muffins sold there, and headed to Mark's place in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Priscilla is spending the weekend with him and his family (and off to a nice start-- she was already baking an apple tart earlier this evening), and then continuing her trek on Monday.




Maintenant en francais:


Priscilla s'est reveille tres tot ce matin et elle est parti a 7h30. John et Millie l'avait parle d'une station service pas loin de chez eux ou on peut trouver du bon the. Elle s'y est rendu, et le the etait aussi delicieux que promis. Dans la station, elle a discute avec un mec qui etait la-- de son voyage, de la provision de Dieu tout au long de route-- quand une fille est entre, a entendu leurs propos, et a dit "moi aussi, il me provient tout ce dont j'ai besoin aussi, et parfaitement a l'heure!" Sympa, non?

Ensuite Priscilla a pris Woodrow (le velo) et ils ont roule deux ou trois kilometres quand BLAM! Crevaison, mais pas un simple ou on peut le reparer. Le pneu etait carrement detruit-- rien a faire sauf trouve un magasin ou garage ou quoi qui s'occupe de velos. Mais pour y aller, il faut transporter le velo.... Heureusement, Jojo est bientot arrive. Il travaille avec les chevaux, et il avait pas mal de place dans son camion ou auto ou quoi. Il a mit Woodrow dedans, Priscilla aussi et ils sont partis... d'abord pour la ferme, ou ils ont depose du foin, et ensuite pour Paris (pas le Paris, evidemment) ou il a depose Priscilla et Woodrow a Canadian Tire. Priscilla a trouve et achete un pneu qui convient a Woodrow, elle l'a mit sur lui au lieu du pneu detruit, elle a mis un peu d'air dans les deux pneus.... et elle s'est rendu comte que sa casquette, ses lunettes de soleil (avec le retroviseur) et un de ses sacs etaient toujours dans la voiture de Jojo. Quelle catastrophe! Alors, elle a appele Jojo, laisse un message, et quelques moments plus tard Jojo est arrive. Il l'a passe ses affaires, elle lui a raconte sa reconnaissance, et il est parti de nouveau. Elle aussi, cette fois enfin sur Woodrow.


Elle a roule pendant le reste du matinee, et a arrete a Woodstock (mais pas le Woodstock non plus). La elle est descendu, et 6 minutes plus tard, son frere, Mark, est arrive. Car elle passe le weekend chez lui et sa famille a Ann Arbor, Michigan. Donc ils ont mit Woodrow dans sa voiture, et ils sont alle a la maison. Priscilla faisait deja une tarte aux pommes se soir, et lundi elle a l'intention de continuersa voyage.

Hooray for pit zippers, I guess.

This morning Priscilla did meet up with her good buddy in Toronto. A momentous occasion if you think about it-- the first time in a month that she encountered someone she'd met more than 24 hours before. With as social as Priscilla is, it says a lot for her mental stability that she didn't crack up in all that time. So anyway, fun was had by all, I'm sure, and then it was time for Priscilla to hit the road once more. First, though, her good buddy offered to loan her a truly rain-proof jacket with pit zippers. He'd suggested she borrow the very same jacket before she left, but "No!" she said, "I'll be fine! Keep your jacket! I really don't need it all." This time, however, she gratefully accepted the loan and joined him in enthusiastically praising the pit zippers (which is surprisingly not the name of any band as far as I know-- but it clearly ought to be. I can see it now "Friday night at some great venue, wrapping up their world tour, it's Merv Jacket and the Pit Zippers!").



The rest of the day was spent riding across more of Ontario, often in the rain, past Watersdown and Clappison's Corners and more. She eventually stopped somewhere ("Where are you?" I asked. "Um, I'm not really sure," she replied) and was welcomed by John and Millie. They plied her with roast beef sandwiches and meat juice for dipping, and offered her a place in their horse barn. Which is considerably more snug than you're probably imagining. She's actually staying in the viewing room in the upstairs of the barn, sleeping on a couch while her shoes dry on the heater nearby. There's a proper bathroom out there as well, and even country music playing to relax the horses (seriously, what other genre would horses listen to?). And all the while she's listening to the driving rain outside, which is absolutely cozy when you're not out in it.




Bon. Ce matin Priscilla a trouve son ami a Toronto, et ils ont passe la matinee a s'amuser et discuter. C'etait un peu bizarre pour Priscilla de voir un ami apres plus d'un mois entoure que par des etrangers (meme si quelques uns ne le sont plus). C'est impressionant qu'elle n'est pas devenue folle, sociable qu'elle est-- la route toute seule, le soir parmi des gens tres gentils, mais qu'elle vient toujours de rencontrer pour la premier fois. Mais bon. Les retrouvailles etaient sympa, et avant que Priscilla est partie, James l'a offert la pret d'un gilet impermeable. C'est marrant-- il l'a lui offert avant la voyage, mais Priscilla disait "mais non, je n'ai absolument pas besoin de ca... non merci!" Aujourd'hui, par contre, elle l'a accepte avec reconnaissance, et a loue avec James les fermetures eclairs sous les aisselles.


Pendant la reste de la journee elle a continue son traversee d'Ontario, souvent sous la pluie, et a depasse Watersdown, Clappison's Corners, et bien d'autres villes. Elle a arrete enfin quelque part (elle ne rappelle plus ou, mais c'est une autre ville chaque soir-- ca se comprend qu'elle oublie les noms), et a ete accueillit par John et Millie. Ils l'ont offert des sandwiches de boeuf roti, avec le jus aussi, et l'ont permi de dormir dans la grange. Mais pas n'importe quelle grange! Celui ci a un etage avec une salle qui a une canape (ou elle dort actuellement) et du chauffage (ou elle fait secher ses chaussures) et une salle de bain... meme de la musique country pour les chevaux (c'est evident que les chevaux aimeraient le country). Et elle passe la nuit sous le bruit le plus cozy possible, celle de la pluie quand on est chaud et sec.

What happened on the crocodile day

This morning Priscilla set out with a motto: Toronto or bust! Luckily, she ended up with Toronto, and is in that fine city now. She had a pleasant and more or less uneventful ride. It sprinkled a little, but her shoes remained dry. The road was hillsome, but nonetheless enjoyable, and enjoy it she did. And after 112 kilometers of pedaling she arrived at Padraic's place, her Warm Showers host this evening. Padraic, hospitable and frank soul that he is, had warned her that his place was a little small. And it is-- a dorm apartment-- but his generosity is very appreciated, and Priscilla's pretty happy to be staying indoors tonight. She might even run into her good buddy James, as he's in Toronto for a few days (albeit bikeless, which is hard to imagine).



In the absence of grandiose events, Priscilla filled me in on random details from the past few days. And here are some of them: she got a flat tire back on the crocodile day ("the crocodile day" being an invention of my niece; it refers to any day prior to yesterday, but no more specific than that-- handy, right?), her only flat so far during the trip. Pretty impressive, huh? It probably helps that she's not riding on Chicago streets, and that her tires are partly made of... crud, I forgot what it's called. I want to say Teflon, but I don't think that's it. Some really amazingly durable stuff that you can have on a tire. Kryptonite? Vegemite? Goretex? No... The three-legged monkey question has been explained, but the explanation is pretty banal. And! Back on the day she went through Gananoque, when it was rainy and sunny and rainy and so on, she spent a fair amount of the afternoon pedaling furiously down the road and singing at the top of her lungs ("All Heavens Declare" and similar) and occasionally looking up at the rain-heavy clouds and saying "Bring it on!" Which is absolutely excellent, don't you think?




Ca y est, elle est arrivee a Toronto! Eh, oui, 112 kilometres ne l'ont pas pu interdire access a cette belle ville (ben, j'imagine-- je ne l'ai jamais vu, moi). Le trajet a ete paisible-- il y avait de la pluie hyper-legere, et ses chaussures sont reste secs. Et puis il y avait pas mal de collines, mais de belles et de facilement montees. Apres une promenade tres sympa, elle est tombee sur la maison de Padraic, un membre de Warm Showers chez lequel elle dort ce soir. Il est tres gentil, et accuiellant malgre la petitesse de sa chambrifime (dont il l'a prevenu, honnete homme qu'il est). C'est possible que Priscilla va voir son ami James ce soir, car il passe actuellement quelques jours a Toronto.



Car il n'y a pas grande chose a raconter d'aujourd'hui, on va raconter ce qui s'est passe le jour du crocodile (ca veut dire n'importe quel jour avant hier, selon ma niece qui l'a invente). Elle a eu une crevaison, mais qu'une seule, ce qui est vraiment impressionante vue toute la route qu'elle a couverte. C'est peut-etre en partie grace au fait qu'elle roule hors les rues de Chicago, et en partie grace au pneus fabuleux, fait avec une matiere extraordinaire dont j'ai completement oublie le nom, et en partie grace a Dieu. D'ailleurs, la question du singe n'etait rien-- il y avait enfin une explication nette mais peu interessante. Et puis, le jour ou elle a passe par Gananoque, elle a chante des cantiques a tue-tete dans la pluie et sous le soleil, lancant des "Vas-y, fait de ton mieux" aux nuages gris et lourds. Ce qui est vraiment excellente, n'est pas?

No Rain

Tonight's post is brought to you by Blind Melon's biggest hit (and one of my favorite songs since... junior high I think) and also the weather. It's true-- it didn't rain on Priscilla's parade today! And get this-- her shoes are finally dry! Feel free to step away from your computer and do a dance of joy to celebrate the dry shoes.

Of course, the shock of the dry shoes seems to be taking its toll on Priscilla. Why, just this afternoon she was riding along when suddenly she looked up from the road, took in her surroundings and thought to herself, "hmmm, I haven't seen this place before." This thought was immediately followed by "right, silly, that's because you've never been to Belleville, Ontario before!" OK, so that's not really nutty, it's just amusing. Truly worrisome, however, was the question she posed right in the middle of a gmail chat this evening: "What's with the three-legged monkey?" Folks, the chat wasn't even about monkeys, of any number of legs.

But she made good time today, and went pretty far. She's just west of Cobourg now, and the last sign she saw read "112km to Toronto." She's pitched her tent in another barn-like thing, and when she was sending the message about the monkey business, she was in the home of the kind family that owns the barn, watching Alvin & the Chipmunks with their two little girls, Madison and Mackenzie.

The pictures at the top are (from top to bottom): The Lindseys, a couple she met on Sunday; last night's barnish thing at night; last night's barnish thing in the morning (it shrunk!); a bridge across the St. Lawrence leading to the U.S.; and finally, what Chicago will look like after my coup (minus the cigarettes ad-- that's just tacky).

Ben, oui, vous avez bien compris-- il ne pleut plus sur Priscilla, au moins, pas aujourd'hui. Et (roulement de tambour, svp), ses chaussures ne sont plus mouilles! Sentez-vous libre de danser de joie en celebrant ces chaussures secs!

Mais la secheresse des ses chaussures semble avoir eu un effet bizarre sur notre heroine. Cet apres-midi meme elle roulait tout tranquillement, quand la pensee lui est arrivee: "Hmmm, il me semble que je ne suis jamais passe par ici avant ce moment." Et puis elle s'est repondu, "mais oui, espece de bete, c'est parce que tu n'es jamais alle a Belleville, Ontario avant." Pire encore, ce soir elle a demande "Mais de quoi s'agit le singe a trois jambes?" au milieu d'une conversation qui ne s'agissait pas de singes! Ca craint.

Quand meme, elle a roule vite et loin aujourd'hui, jusqu'a l'ouest de Cobourg, et le dernier borne qu'elle a vu annonce qu'il ne reste plus que 112 km a Toronto. Elle a mit sa tente dans une espece de grange, comme hier (mais evidemment pas la meme qu'hier), et pendant qu'elle me racontait tout ca-- et le truc avec le singe-- elle etait chez la famille a laquelle appartient la grange, et elle regardait Alvin et les Chipmunks avec deux petites filles, Mackenzie et Madison.

Quant aux photos, du haut jusqu'en bas: La famille Lindsey, qu'elle a rencontre dimanche; la grange d'hier vu la nuit; la grange d'hier vu le jour (et tout mini!); un pont qui traverse le St. Lawrence avec les E-U sur l'autre rive; la futur de Chicago, une fois que je devienne maire.

Soggy Toe Jam (and Soggy Toes)

So last night in the tent in the rain in Ontario nearly everything got at least a little bit wet with the notable exception of Priscilla's feet. Those feet, however, have been cold and soaked all day for the past three days. Brrr!

Nonetheless, our indomitable heroine slogged on through the sogginess and rode fifty-something miles today. Halfway through she stopped in Gananoque for a break. She found an information center, complete with convenient internet access. Besides using the computer, she spoke with a woman who told her about a neaby Salvation Army and a used bookstore haunted by a ghost named Hubert. While they were talking, some French tourists arrived all in a muddle, and Priscilla, being French, was able to help them-- de rien, chere touristes!


At the Salvation Army, Priscilla scored big! A more truly waterproof jacket, an extra pair of rain pants, and a set of scrubs (a comfy extra layer when biking), all for three smackaroos. She piled on these new layers in hopes of warming up a bit and set out for the bookstore.


What?!? You thought she would be afraid? Good gracious no! After all, she normally lives in our haunted apartment (yes, it really is haunted by some lady who likes to hang out by the ivy; plus you can here water running in a particular spot in the dining room)! At the bookstore the saleslady was very kind and offered her some tea, which was undoubtably very welcome considering the wetness and coldness of Priscilla. Hubert was nowhere to be seen. However, the sun had come out, and in all her layers, Priscilla was growing rather toasty. So she took the new layers back off, packed them in her panniers, and set off.

Of course, as she did so, the sky turned grey. It began to sprinkle, and then to pour. Priscilla rode on, hoping it would blow over. The rain kept right on gushing, so she finally pulled over, dug the new duds back out of the panniers, and put them back on. She jumped on her bike and... the rain turned off like a faucet and the sun popped out again. Fed up, she decided to bike on, layers and all, come what may. What came was a little more rain, a little more sun, a little more rain, ad nauseum.

In the afternoon she began to think about a place to camp. Specifically, she daydreamed about finding a nice dry barn to camp in. Dismissing this as an idle fancy, she pedaled on, but decided that at 6:30 on the nose she would stop at the first house she saw and ask to use their yard. 6:30 arrived, there was a house, and so she stopped. She'd noticed an overhang near the front of the house, and asked if she might pitch her tent beneath it. The lady of the house said sure, but the man of the house said she might as well pitch her tent in the barn-like structure behind the house, where their daughters train their horses. Priscilla was delighted, so off she went. And now as I write this she is sleeping in her tent in the pseudo-barn, out of the rain, and likely dreaming of Mr. Ed.




Alors. Hier soir dans la tente dans la pluie d'Ontario, tout a etait mouille sauf les pieds de Priscilla. C'est marrant, car ses pieds ont passe les trois jours precedents trempes et gelees. Quand meme, Priscilla a continue sur sa route aujourd'hui, faisant plus que 50 miles. Vers midi elle a fait un pause a Gananoque. La elle est alle dans un centre d'infos pour utiliser l'internet (et au meme temps a aide des touristes francaises-- sympa, non?). Ensuite elle est alle chez l'Armee de Salut ou elle a achete quelques trucs contre la pluie, et apres dans un libraire a l'occasion, un lieu hante par un phantome qui s'appelle Hubert. Elle n'a pas apercu Hubert, mais elle a rencontre la vendeuse qui l'a offert du the.

La reste de la journee etait melange entre soleil et pluie, et elle a reve un peu de trouver une grange pour y faire du camping hors la pluie. "Pas possible," elle a pense, et donc elle a decide de simplement arreter vers 18h30 et demander a la maison la plus proche le droit de dormir dans leur jardin. Bon. 18h30 arrive, elle demande, et la femme dit "oui" mais l'homme dit "mais pourquoi pas dormir dans l'etable au lieu du jardin?" Et donc c'est ca qu'elle fait en ce moment, et sans doute elle reve du Jolly Jumper.

If today were a Middle Eastern country, it would be Bahrain.

Because bah! It's raining! Again! Still! Priscilla says it rained all day, thunderstorms are in the forecast overnight, and it was raining as she sat in her tent and texted me all that. Despite the rain, she did bike all the way to Lansdowne, Ontario. Heh heh. I actually have no idea where that is, but as soon as I finish this post, I'm gonna crank up some google maps and find out. But anyway, she's alright, albeit probably looking like the drowned-rat version of herself, and camping. Let's pray she stays surprisingly warm and dry and comfy tonight, and gets plenty of sunshine (but not in her eyes) tomorrow.



Si aujourd'hui etait un pays de proche orient, ce sera Bahrain. Car bah! Il pleut! D'accord, c'est absolument pas drole en francais, et ce qui plus est, j'arrive pas faire des accents ce soir (il faut taper tout ca d'abord en Word, mais je n'arrive plus faire marcher Word sur cet ordi rebel). Bon.
En tout cas il pleut encore, et il pleuvait toute la journee, et Priscilla me dit qu'on predit des orages pour ce soir. Elle me raconte tout ca par SMS dans sa tente a Lansdowne, Ontario, pendant qu'il pleut toujours. Je ne sais pas ou ce trouve Lansdowne, mais j'en suis sur que c'est bien plus proche a Chicago que la ville d'hier soir. Une fois que je poste cela, je vais faire des recherches sur google maps ou mappy ou quoi. Mais Priscilla va bien, meme si un peu mouille, et elle fait du camping. On va prier qu'elle passe une nuit plus chaud, sec, et confortable qu'attendu.

It's raining men!

Psyche! It is not raining men at all! It's raining rain, and lots of it, both up in Ontario and here in Chicago. But "It's raining rain" wouldn't have made a very exciting title, now would it? Plus, nothing suits a wet September evening like cheesy pop anthems, and maybe a little disco now and then. But I digress.

So, Priscilla is in Ontario now, specifically in the town of Cornwall, and even more specifically in a house. It rained all day, but not terribly hard except at the very end, when Priscilla got all cold and wet and bedraggled. But this evening she found a church service to attend (she hadn't been able to find one this morning), and so she went. She says it was lovely, and she met lots of fun people. Some of said fun people invited her to stay with them, and so she is. Now she's dry and warm and undraggled and heading off to bed.

Oh, hang on a sec! The photos, right? So the top one is Catherine (the biker across Europe) and her husband and their son Maxime (who is so enamored of Priscilla). The middle one is of Loic, Stephane, Julie, and Olivier, Priscilla's charming hosts from last night who treated her to supper and gave her shelter from the storm-- oops, I mean from the rain & cold. The bottom one shows the work of busy beavers, who have been busily felling trees along Priscilla's route.

Oh yeah! Today Priscilla saw some smugglers (I'm so jealous), smuggling stacks of cigarettes from the U.S. to Canada. She even got to see the police chase them down! It might have been more exciting if they were smuggling illicit drugs or precious gems or even exotic pets, but still, smugglers!

C'est promis! Les traductions d'hier et d'aujourd'hui viendront demain soir. Je suis vraiment trop creve pour y concentrer dessous maintenant.

As the odometer turns...

So... I got some details today, baby! The picture of the nice couple yesterday? Their names are Isabelle and ...well, Isabelle's husband-- he introduced himself to Priscilla, too, but she forgot what his name was. Anyhoo (Ha! I mean anyway), they have three charming young sons, Zacharie, Emeryc, and Raphael. And we're very grateful to them for hosting Priscilla on Thursday night!

Last night Priscilla's hosts were Catherine, um... "Mr. Catherine" (yeah, don't actually know his name either-- Priscilla might have said, but I was at the store holding the phone with my shoulder, which is a little tricky, and trying to find some not overly bruised apples, also tricky, and so I could have missed it), and their little boy, Maxim. Maxim adores Priscilla, much like... well, most little kids. He was thrilled to meet her and have her camp in their yard and hang out with them. Priscilla had fun with Maxim, and also go to hear about Catherine's own bike adventures-- back in the day she flew over to Nice, France, biked all over Italy, then through Switzerland, and eventually back to the Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris (just north of Paris technically, so she had to bike even farther), and then flew back home to Beloeil, Quebec. How cool is that?

Yesterday Priscilla biked for about 6 1/2 hours and covered 82 miles (and she wasn't even trying hard). Today she biked some more, but I'm not sure exactly how much more. While pedaling along she met a biker named Jean-Francois. He convinced her to ride south around Montreal instead of north, and gave her heaps of helpful tips for the next stretch of riding. Priscilla's take on Montreal: lots of bike trails and wide bike lanes, but they're well-hidden, which resulted in a fair amount of back-tracking this afternoon. But she eventually uncovered them (she's got a nose for bike routes), and arrived at... some town. No idea which one, but it's only 24 kilometers from Ontario.

And! Remember the cold last night? Well, it did wake her up a few times, but each time she just added a layer of clothes, snuggled back into the sleeping bag, and fell back asleep. Tonight, however, Priscilla doesn't know what the forecast is and she doesn't care! Because she's sleeping in a bed folks, in a real, live house. The house is home to a family that includes a couple of little kids who were rather excited to meet her, and even more excited that she is staying with them. Maybe if we're lucky we'll find out more about them tomorrow.

Oh! This just in! So, Priscilla's parents were in Dieulefit Friday morning, as is their custom, when her dad spotted a slightly disheveled couple with a big dog, two bikes, and a map. So he walked over and struck up a conversation with them. The couple, Paul and Elishkva, are biking from Czech Republic to Portugal. It's rather slow going as they have to stick to the dog's pace (he runs along beside them), but of course some of us would consider that to be the optimum pace for biking. Anyway, inspired by Priscilla's exploits and her multitudinous hosts' kindness, he invited the couple to stay at the Driscoll house for the weekend, which they gratefully accepted.

La traduction en francais viendra demain-- je l'ai fait, et puis l'ordi l'a supprime, et maintenant je suis un peu ennerve, donc voila. Je suis desolee.

Still more Quebec

Today Priscilla rode to Beloeil, about 20 kilometers east of Montreal. She's camping in the back yard of some kind souls she met there, and plans to ride through Montreal and beyond tomorrow. The couple above are her hosts from last night, but I don't know their names. The landscape above is somewhere in Quebec, and pretty, but I don't know any more than that. In lieu of what Priscilla did all day (well, apart from pedaling, because we can pretty safely guess she did that-- she didn't give me any details this time), let's have a bit of inane poetry about this leg of her journey, shall we? OK.... here goes:

Dear Priscilla is crossing Quebec.

Why? Well, I guess what the heck--

She just wanted to go

Despite rain, sleet or snow,

And I think she's enjoying the trek!

You all can stop rolling your eyes now, thanks. She hasn't encountered sleet or snow so far (and let's pray she doesn't), but she did say it's a bit chilly tonight. The toasty sleeping bag her good buddy lent her should come in very handy.

Et maintenant pour la version francais:

Aujourd’hui Priscilla est allée jusque Beloeil, à peu pres 20 kilometres à l’est de Montreal. Elle fait du camping ce soir dans le jardin d’une famille très gentile qu’elle y a rencontré. Elle a l’intention de traverser Montreal demain (et, j’imagine, aller encore un peu plus loin). Hier soir elle est resté chez le couple dans le photo en haut, mais j’ignore leurs noms. Le paysage dans l’autre photo est quelque part dans le Quebec, et c’est assez beau, mais je ne sais davantage sur ça. Au lieu de discuter ce que Priscilla a fait aujourd’hui (car j’ignore les detailles de ça aussi), on va partager un morceau de poésie nullissime, d’accord? Alors, allons-y….

Aujourd’hui Priscilla roule en Quebec,
Mais ce n’est pas pour y chercher un mec.
Ce qu’elle quête partout
Dans les coins et les trous,
C’est la route à la bibliothèque!

Car c’est à la bibliothèque qu’on peut accede à l’internet, quoi. Comme ça elle peut me dire tout ce qu’elle fait, et vous serez épargné la lecture de vers débiles.

Elle a dit qu’il fait un peu froid ce soir, donc c’est sur qu’elle sera encore plus reconnaissant du sac de couchage qu’un ami l’a preté. On peut la souhaité de beaux rêves et une tente suffisament douillette.

Je me souviens...

Priscilla wasn't sure at first what she thought of Quebec. It was kind of rainy. The wind blew the wrong direction. There were big hills. Bumps galore. KFC was spelled differently (yet in France, even farther from Kentucky, still goes with KFC). Woodrow got a little rusty, Priscilla got all muddy, and they weren't making good time. Things were looking a smidge gloomy (but still kind of gorgeous even amid the gloom-- you can kind of tell in the middle picture).

But. Then Priscilla arrived at the Bolduc family's house last night. Claire (the nice lady mentioned yesterday) asked Priscilla if she was alone. "Oh yeah," Priscilla said, ""definitely alone." Claire looked skeptical, looked down the road. "You're sure a bunch of your friends won't come riding up in a little bit?" Priscilla assured her that we are all still in Chicago (except for her friends that don't live in Chicago, but that's not really the point, is it?). Claire turned out to be a very cool lady, and very generous too, treating Priscilla to supper last night, breakfast this morning, and sending her on her merry way with a sandwich packed for lunch. And her husband, Lucien, helped clean up Woodrow with an air compressor, leaving him spiffy clean once again. Claire and Lucien are in the bottom photo-- thanks so much, you two!

So Priscilla hit the road and found it much less hilly today. She also hit the internet at the library (which is how I know all this) and finally found the question mark on a quebecois keyboard (look above the number six). She was aiming for Vistoriaville, but ended up riding more than twice as far as yesterday Tonight she's camping in some very nice family's yard around St. Albert, and tomorrow she's headed for Drummonsville and then Montreal.

Oh! Guess what else?!? Yesterday (I think) her total mileage topped 1000 miles! I wish my mom could have been there-- she loves to watch odometers roll over from a bunch of nines to a bunch of zeros. And not only is 1000 miles ridiculously impressive, it's also the halfway point for this trip. Hooray, Priscilla!

Au tout début, Priscilla n’était pas tout à fait sur ce qu’elle pensait de Québec. Il pleuvait. Le vent soufflait dans le mauvais sens. Il y avait de gros collines partout. Plein de bosses dans la rue. KFC avait un tout autre orthographe (tandis qu’en France, encore plus éloignée du Kentucky, ça reste KFC). Woodrow rouillait un peu, Priscilla était completement emboué, et ils n’allaient pas très vite. Tout semblait un peu somber (mais quand même vachement belle malgré les nuages—ce qu’on voit bien dans la deuxième photo).

Mais. Ensuite Priscilla est arrive chez la famille Bolduc hier soir. Claire (la femme très gentile dont on a fait mention hier) a demandé à Priscilla si elle était toute seule. “Ben, oui,” a dit Priscilla, “il n’y a que moi.” Claire avait l’air légèrement sceptique. Elle regardait la rue dont Priscilla est venue. “Vous êtes sur qu’il n’y a pas, par exemple, un gros bande d’amis qui viendra en quelque minutes?” Priscilla l’a assure que ce n’était pas le cas, que tous ses amis sont restés à Chicago (sauf ceux qui n’habite pas à Chicago, mais on ne va pas parler d’eux en ce moment, d’ac?). Rassuree, Claire l'a invite dans sa maison. Claire est hyper sympa, et génereuse aussi. Elle a offert à Priscilla le diner hier soir, le petit dej’ ce matin, et l’a envoyé sur la suite de sa route avec un sandwich pour le déjeuner. Son mari, Lucien, lui aussi a aide a nettoyer Woodrow (c'est comme ca qu'elle appelle son velo) avec un truc que soufflé très fort l’air (un air compressor, quoi!), le laissant (le vélo, je veux dire) tout propre de nouveau. On peut voir Claire et Lucien dans le photo d’en bas. Mille mercis à eux deux—quelle plaisir de savoir que Priscilla était si chaleureusement acceuillit!

Alors, Priscilla s’en est allée, et a trouvé sa route bien moins collineuse qu'hier. Elle a passé par une bibliothèque pour utiliser l’internet (c’est comme ça que je sache tout cela) et l’en faisant, a enfin trouvé la cachette du point d’interrogation sur les claviers québecois (faut regarder en haut du numero six). Son but pour le jour, c’était Vistoriaville, mais enfin elle a roulé plus que le double d’hier. Ce soir elle fait du camping dans le jardin d’une famille très sympa vers St. Albert, et demain elle a l’intention d’aller vers Drummonsville et puis Montreal.

Oh! Tiens! J’ai oublié de le dire, mais hier (je crois) sa distance totale pédalé a dépassé 1000 miles (ou 1600 kilometres, n’est-ce pas?). Tant pis que ma mere n’était pas là—elle adore regarder les odometres tournent d’un tas de neufs à un tas de zeros. Et pas seulement que 1000 miles soit incroyablement impressionant, mais en plus ça représente la moitié de la route! Bravo, Priscilla!

It's a bumpy road that she travels upon.

So last night the kind family that let Priscilla camp in their yard also invited her in for supper, and this morning treated her to breakfast. Their names are Therese and Marcel, and their sweet daughter is Catherine, and we send them most hearty thanks!

Priscilla got a little bit of a late start and headed off... but she only made 30-something miles, thanks to a perfect storm of roadway horribleness. Oh yes, an epic convergence of bumps, rain, wind blowing against her, hills, a bunch more bumps, and mud. The only thing missing was traffic. One road was actually a dirt track (like, for real!), and the paved roads were worse yet. Along the way Priscilla stopped at a ... drat, I forget what sort of place, but sometimes it has internet access. This afternoon, sadly, the person in charge of said access had gone for the day, and with her all possibility of Priscilla checking her email at ... that place. However, another employee of the place wanted to hear all about Priscilla's trip and was duly awed.

As you can probably imagine, Priscilla was filthy and tired and a little frustrated by the end of the day. She decided to stop just outside of St. Daniel. She found a house that appeared to be occupied, rode on up... and a car full of people backed down the driveway, right past her, and zipped away without so much as a "Howdy!" (not sooo surprising, as this is Quebec, and people don't say "Howdy" much-- usually "Bonjour" with a quebecois accent). There were still lights on in the house, however, so Priscilla went and knocked. A lady came to the door. Priscilla explained her situation, and the lady explained that the car contained her husband and sons who were going on a brief trip, and invited Priscilla inside. She was happy to have a bit of company after all, and was fabulously kind to Priscilla. She gave her supper, let her take a shower, let her use the phone, showed her a bed to sleep in. And there, we hope, she is resting up for the road ahead tomorrow.

Still no moose.

So, my darlings, last night the kind host whose door Priscilla knocked on was Rolf Schmalzer, and his picture is above. Thanks so much, Rolf!

This morning Priscilla set off through the remaining bit of Moose Country and did not see one single moose. Not even a partial moose (which is probably just as well-- that might have been a little off-putting, especially right after breakfast). She did see Moosehead Lake, which was lovely (and there's a picture of that above as well), but it wasn't the same. She also sent a picture of a moose statue, but it's just the one with the wings she saw yesterday. It's kind of disturbing, really, this glaring lack of moose. I mean, where do moose go? You have to wonder.

Well, anyway, creepy invisible moose population aside, Priscilla did leave the country again. Yep, she's back in good ol' Canada, Quebec this time. She had a little trouble at the border though. She felt the need to use the, ahem, facilities, so when she found them right there on the U.S. side, she rode straight over. She parked Woodrow and was headed for the door when she was stopped by a gruff customs agent (just so you know, folks, his gruff exterior hides a heart of gold, and he spends his spare time knitting snazzy sweaters for the cold little stray dogs and cats of his neighborhood). He informed her that this bathroom was for people coming to the U.S., not for those leaving it, and that she would have to use the Canadian bathrooms on the other side. You know how they say "You can't take it with you"? Well, if you're headed for Canada, and by "it" you mean "poo," it appears you have no choice but to take it with you.

After 74 miles of biking under grey skies, Priscilla wasn't really tired, but had had enough of the grey skies (they don't exactly scream "Go Priscilla go! Pedal your legs off!" the way blue skies tend to do), so she stopped just outside of St. Georges. A Quebecois family agreed to let her camp in their yard, which was kind of them indeed.

On the road again...

Today's title is brought to you by my nemesis, country music sensation and admirable philanthropist Willie Nelson. I would have liked to sprinkle twangy country music notes across this post, but I'm just not that clever. (sigh) Despite growing up in the country, I did not grow up listening to Willie Nelson or cow-tipping. Priscilla informed me that the narcoleptic tractor scene in Cars was actually more about tractor-tipping. Huh. I had heard of cow-tipping, but I always imagined the cows being tipped sideways, not up-ended like the tractors in the movie. It seems like it would be hard to balance them like that.

So yes, Priscilla is on the road again, after spending Sunday (and baking apple pie!) with the fabulous people you see above-- her hosts, shown at top, are Edy, Sharon, Pam, and Joe. Can you see the friendliness shining out from them? Well, squint then. I can totally see it. From Gail, too, in the bottom picture. She has a bakery in Abbott Village and was very kind to Priscilla, very impressed by her trip, and ever so happy to hear of the kindness of the many other people she's encountered along the way.

This morning Priscilla said goodbye to her new friends, lubed Woodrow's chain, and set out. Around lunch time she stopped at a ... well, somewhere. It might have been a store. Whatever it was, it was staffed with helpful and courteous employees who generously let Priscilla use the internet, and found a guy to fix a couple of things on Woodrow. He wasn't totally able to fix those things (it wasn't a bike shop), but he did also lube Woodrow's chain and de-squeak the rack (it had been loose and squeaky, now it's not-- well, still not quite right, but quieter).

Priscilla thanked the store guys and set off again, right through the heart of Moose Country. Oh, yeah! In case you didn't know, Moose Country is just swarming with moose. Flocks, herds and teeming crowds of moose. Acres of them as far as the eye can see. All day long people told her "OK, when you round the next bend, there will be some trees off to the side, and if you look just behind them, you'll see a moose," or "See the top of that hill coming up? Right after the crest you'll find a meadow, and you'll definitely find a moose there," or "Well, lass, about a mile ahead the road goes between two bogs, and if you stop and look off in the distance beyond the larger bog, you'll see a moose. For sure." Well, Priscilla saw exactly two moose today. One was dead on a truck, the other was a statue with wings. I'm thinking the Moose Country folk are in cahoots with the Nova Scotians. The Nova Scotians called all their Maine friends last week and said "Hey, guys, there's this chick coming on a bike, and we totally fooled her with the Nova-Scotia-is-flat shpiel. You should so tell her the a-real-live-actual-moose-lives-right-over-there thing. She's sure to fall for it."

Despite the fishy lack of moose, Priscilla sailed on down and up the hilly roads to Rockwood, where she knocked on a door and found her charming host for tonight. Now she's probably staying up late to watch Rocky and Bullwinkle re-runs, but hopefully she'll get a bit of sleep because she's off for Quebec tomorrow.

"I don't complain, I just go on."

So says my mom's aunt Annie. It's also Priscilla's theme quote today, even though only half of it really applies-- the not complaining half. Because Priscilla isn't going on today-- she's staying put! And I suspect she might be baking, as she called this afternoon asking for her pie crust recipe. She was having a lovely day when we spoke, and plans to go back to biking tomorrow.

She also solved the mystery of the sleepy tractors-- yeah, so apparently they're from Cars. In my defense, I never properly sat down and watched that movie, only occasionally walked through rooms in which other people were watching it.

Woodrow the narcoleptic bicycle

Sometimes Woodrow gets a little crazy. Yesterday Priscilla was standing beside him, quietly studying her map, when suddenly he flipped back and waved his front wheel in the air. It sort of reminds me of something I saw once, a cartoon maybe, of narcoleptic tractors. They would be puffing along, and then suddenly-- flip! And then snoring...

"It's like I'm inside an air freshener!"

This morning Priscilla said goodbye to Beth and Lexie, her hosts from last night (in the bottom picture yesterday), packed up Woodrow and hit the road. She stopped at Walmart and some other store early on and stocked up on fuel (granola bars, mostly), and then carried on. The ride was a bit better than yesterday. Still very hilly (and she's been told there are actual mountains ahead), but most of the time the road was lined thickly on either side by evergreens, which served as a natural windbreak and made everything smell all piney-fresh.

Remember how yesterday Priscilla said she's not an ax murderer as of yet? Well, that's still the case, and let's all hope it remains so. However, this trip does seem to be changing her, and not all for the good. A most sinister event this afternoon has caused me considerable unease. In one of the towns she was riding through, she saw a McDonalds and thought (are you ready for this?) "Hmm, McDonalds sounds kind of good..." Priscilla Driscoll actually thought that! But the worst is still to come: she actually stopped, deliberately locked up Woodrow, sauntered into the McDonalds, and ordered French fries. And ate them. With relish (as in gusto-- but really, I wouldn't be surprised if she buys pickle relish tomorrow... and then probably some corn syrup and an ax)!

Tonight Priscilla is staying at Pam's house, in the guest bedroom, somewhere between a town called Milo and another town called something else (which, lo and behold, I've forgotten). How did this come about? Well, if you'd stop asking questions, I could just tell you! OK, so late this afternoon Priscilla was riding through Lagrange when, unbeknownst to her, she was spied by Pam's eagle eye. Pedaling along obliviously, Priscilla was beginning to pray about a place to stay for the night, and beginning to think she didn't really want to pedal much farther today. Well, Pam drove back to the town where she lives, and before long spotted Priscilla biking along again on the other side of the street. She called out to her, and Priscilla stopped, and Pam asked her where she was headed and if she needed a place to stay. Priscilla said she was headed for Chicago eventually, and yes, and now she's sound asleep and all toasty warm in a house. Hooray!

Ugh, hills.

So remember how Priscilla camped in the yard of some nice family last night? Well, I don't have a picture of them, but I do have a picture of their blue house. They were very helpful, found a nice flat spot for her tent, and invited her in for a supper of sloppy joes and tater tots and fries and interesting conversation. This morning she told them goodbye (one of them was Steven, one was... darn, I forgot the others, but for now we'll just call them Mrs. Steven & their daughter Stevenette and a baby, Lil' Stevie, maybe), and set out.

The riding today wasn't so pleasant-- very very windy (and in the wrong direction, too) and very very very hilly. And not just a lot of hills, but steep! On one hill she had to bike zig-zag style just to make it to the top. The memories of Nova Scotia look downright flat in comparison. It was also rainy in the morning, which is less nice when you're a biker (as opposed to, say, a thirsty plant-- thirsty plants just love rain).

But the view remained gorgeous, and maybe even grew a little gorgeous-er, and in the afternoon the roads dried out. Priscilla also found more wild apple trees from which she plucked more wild and crazy apples. One of the trees was dangling its apples tantalizingly out of reach, so she climbed it and got the apples anyway (Priscilla 1, That Apple Tree 0). You saw Priscilla's apple collection in one of the photos at the top.

Still, after about 42 miles Priscilla was pooped, so she decided to stop in Lee instead of Lagrange. There she found a house that looked promising. She knocked on the door and a lady opened it. Priscilla explained that she was biking through and asked if she could camp in the yard. The lady looked at her. "You're not an ax murderer, are you?" she asked. Priscilla smiled. "Not so far," she replied. And so the lady told Priscilla she could certainly camp in the yard, and welcomed her into the house too... I'm a little sleepy & forgetful tonight, so I'm sketchy on the details. The kind lady and her daughter (very kind too) are in another one of those pictures above.

A lane of her own

I forgot to mention it yesterday, but Priscilla stumbled upon the mother of all bike lanes. She was riding along a highway with a fairly large shoulder, which was rather nice and all, when she (and the cars-- boo, cars!) encountered some road construction. The cars all jammed up, and after a few minutes the active construction ended but the left lane (freshly resurfaced) was still blocked off for a several miles. As Priscilla passed the final construction worker (a flag lady), she gave a jaunty wave (maybe) and the flag lady motioned for her to ride in the left lane (definitely for real)! Oh, yes, she had that whole perfect lane all to herself before all the cars could come and scuff it up and leak toxic fluids on it. And you know how newly resurfaced roads have a bit of leftover tarry grit that kicks up and makes a prickly rain sound on your car? Can you imagine the sort of mess that must have made on Priscilla's gear? Except... when she set out that morning, the road ahead looked misty and drizzly, so she wrapped everything in plastic. It turns out it wasn't misty at all, but the plastic kept everything clean. So hooray for all that.

Today Priscilla might not have enjoyed a lane all to herself, but she did enjoy a thoroughly lovely day. She started a little late (11:45 or so-- she didn't say why, but we could pretend she was watching the soaps-- ha! What kind of friend am I? Spreading rumors about her watching soap operas... tsk tsk tsk). Her route was mostly along back roads, through woods, along rivers, under trees that are turning all sorts of colors. After a while she started to see signs that said "USA 10 kilometers" and then "USA 5 kilometers" and then "USA 600 meters" and then "USA 100 meters" and she got inexplicably excited. So much so that she even took pictures of the signs! Unfortunately, once she crossed the border (and that went fine-- unlike the ushers at the movies, the border guards were totally cool with her bringing in her own food), her phone lost all signal and hasn't had any since, so she can't share said pictures with us. Canada, she said, was positively swarming with signal. But Maine, not so much.

She carried on biking and eventually arrived at Lambert Lake, where she is spending the night with some very nice people who gave her dinner and use of their land line (thanks, people!). Tomorrow she plans to head out along Rte 6, through much more densely inhabited areas than originally planned (the original route had included a stay in a "town" that appears to consist of one road crossing another, but no actual houses or buildings or indications of human habitation), aiming to reach LaGrange tomorrow night.

The rain in Maine falls plainly...

"So, Priscilla, where are you now?"
"Ummmm....."

Well, she's either in Oromocto or Frederickton or Fred-something. What we can be more sure of is that she's staying in New Brunswick with some sweet souls, the sister & brother-in-law of one of the people in the picture to the right. The pictured people are Donna & David Watson, her hosts last night.

And just to be needlessly confusing, let's talk about her hosts from the night before: the five guys. It turns out that one (who's parents are the pictured people) of them biked across Canada (the whole thing) with his sister. So maybe he had some helpful tips for Priscilla-- she didn't tell me, and I didn't think to ask. Another one of the guys used to play street hockey with the kids in his neighborhood, and of those kids grew up and became the captain of some famous hockey team that recently one the Stanley Cup, or whatever very impressive Cup one dreams of winning in hockey. And another one grew up in the Yukon. As in tundra & taiga, polar bears, White Fang and abominable snowmen. I'm not sure if he personally encountered all of those, but his dad worked a trapline, so I'm sure the experience was sufficiently & authentically Yukon-ish. How cool is that?

So, today. As one might imagine, Priscilla biked! She also stopped every hour or so to give her bum a break from the bike seat and to fend off her ravenous appetite with a granola bar or peanut butter sandwich. Adventurous cyclists have to take the good with the bad-- sure, uncanny gut instincts and ...well, I was gonna say windswept hair, but their helmets kind of squash that, don't they? So yeah, gut instincts and grand adventures but also helmet head, callouses in rather unusual locations, and ravenous appetites. Today her ravenous appetite kept saying "Excuse me, dear girl, I seem to have developed a wee craving for pizza, or if not pizza, then some other bit of restaurant food to nibble on. Might you be willing to assist me?" For a ravenous appetite, hers is surprisingly polite. Well, Priscilla put the kibbosh on the pizza idea, but the idea of restaurant food made her mouth water a little. So you can imagine her delight when she learned that her hosts tonight have a bagel restaurant, and they even took her to it and treated her to a sandwich and soup for supper! They even gave her some bagels to take along tomorrow, as she sets out for Maine, where, as Eliza Doolittle can tell you, the rain falls plainly on the Spains!

Priscilla & God riding in New Brunswick

Today Priscilla woke up after a good night's sleep and said goodbye to her five kind hosts (Charles and David are in the picture with her). Many thanks, many hosts!

She pedaled 57 miles today, and probably didn't coast at all. I think it's partly because of that bike computer-- if you could find out your average speed for the day, and also your top speed, wouldn't you want to try to make it impressive? Maybe. Then again, she's never been much of a coaster... people are always trying to set their drinks on her, and she just pushes them off! Heh heh heh. "Put your dumb drinks on the table, people! Honestly!"


So anyway, this morning she met Harold, a fellow cyclist with reams of helpful information, including how to navigate the Moncton area. If you read his comment and follow his link, there's another photo of Priscilla in full biking regalia. Very cool-- thanks Harold!

She followed a lovely trail along the river, and stopped beside it to munch some lunch and be munched upon (by the slightly less lovely mosquitos). Amidst all the munching she met Kathy, yet another biker. Kathy was excited to hear about Priscilla's trip, and Priscilla was excited to hear about Kathy's planned trip (trans-Canada two years from now-- yowza!).

It rained a bit, wetting Priscilla but not her gear (those finicky New Brunswickian rain showers). Really, a delightful day's ride, rain included, and a wonderful time with God. Priscilla says thanks to everyone for their prayers!

She arrived safely in Petitcodiac (a charming town named in honor of its founding father's beloved, but rather small, pet Kodiak bear), where she is spending the night with David's parents. Tomorrow she plans to bike to Oromocto (so named because it's ridiculously fun to say "Oromocto," as well as fun to write on envelopes because you can turn the o's into little faces or eyes or something... too bad Chicago doesn't have more o's) and stay with David's mother's sister-in-law.

She crossed that bridge when she came to it.

First an email from Priscilla about this morning:

"I made it across the bridge and so did Woodrow on the shuttle.
I stayed in Mrs. Leary's yard last night.
She was very nice.
She offered me tea last night and we sat and chatted for a while.
Her son, Jeff, was there too and and it was fun.
I have a picture of her, but it's not very good ... sorry.

"It rained most of the night so I had a late start waiting for the tent to dry up enough to pack up.
"Woodrow is currently all loaded up again and waiting for me right outside the information center.
I will be on my way to Sackville in a few.
It's pretty windy here, so it's a good thing I only have about 40 miles to go.

"I got a map of New Brunswick.
I'll take a few minutes to study it and then be on my way.
I decided last night to take a different route than I had originally planned when still at home.
This way, however, I'll be going through more habited places.
Since not many people from Warm Showers have gotten back to me about staying with them, I would rather be near towns to camp in people's yards."

And now the rest of the day:

So Priscilla made it safely to Sackville, and once she figured out where she'd put the address of the Sackville person she planned to stay with, she rode over to his house. His name is David, and he lives with four other guys. They're all very nice, also Christians, and they take turns cooking. Tonight was Johnny's (one of those guys) birthday, so Martin (another one probably) made barbecue wings, lemon pepper wings, corn on the cob, mussels, and a traditional Canadian bread thing (right, I think that's the technical term). And David made a baked pumpkin cheese cake. It all sounds very tasty, doesn't it? I'm getting drool on the keyboard.

Speaking of tastiness, the other day Priscilla found raspberries growing alongside the road, and munched on those. Lucky girl.

On a not so tasty note: Priscilla's lunch today, which was leftover corn on the cob, soybeans, and peanut butter sandwiches. Edible, palatable but not quite up to tasty.

And for some thorough untastiness: Remember those cans of food Priscilla had transferred into baggies? It seems the plastic was a little less preserving, and so she inadvertently brewed a few batches of bean wine, corn wine, etc. Don't think there's much chance of marketing that, sadly.

Back to tastiness though-- fruit! She had some of that today, too. A pear and an apple to tide her over until supper, as biking against all that wind makes you hungry.

So tonight she's sleeping indoors, and her sleeping bag is in the dryer as I type. Tomorrow night she plans to stay in Petitcodiac, at the home of David's parents.

And that's about it.

Wait! I forgot! Remember how she was (hopefully) going to take advantage of the opportunity of a police escort across the PEI to New Brunswick bridge? Alas, the biker who told her about that was misinformed. Instead there's a shuttle set up to take bikers and pedestrians back and forth. You only get a "police escort" if you try to illegally walk or bike across the bridge without the shuttle. Then the police catch you and escort you to the shuttle, throw you inside, and send you across that way. So. She went to the shuttle place and waited. The shuttle driver walks in, looks at her, and says "you look cross." Actually, Priscilla was looking more shocked than anything. "What, I look cross?" she asked. And the driver replied "Yes, you do, and maybe you're looking to cross... the bridge... too." Priscilla burst out laughing, and from then on, they were friends. Which is almost as good as a police escort.

Raining frogs and toads

OK, so it's not Crapeau after all. It's actually Crapaud, which means toad, and is thus mildly funny, I guess. But still not nearly as fun as Crapeau. Maybe there's a giant statue of a toad in the middle of downtown Crapaud-- that would be edging towards moderately funny. "And here we have the celebrated statue of Horatio, the beloved pet toad of the founding father of Crapaud..." But Priscilla didn't specifically mention any statues or lack thereof.

She did mention that she attended a church service (in Cavendish). She arrived a little early, as she walked there with the church organist (the organist's dear husband Herb is still busy recovering from a knee replacement, and so he stayed at home with his beloved pet toad, who is called Adalbert). It seems it was quite a show (the church service, not the surgery).

After church she prepared to set out, first rain-proofing her gear as much as possible against the drizzly day. She prayed briefly about her ride south to Crapo, hopped on her bike (I mean, her trusty steed, Woodrow), and began pedaling. And almost immediately she stopped pedaling, because what to her wondering eyes should appear, but a visitors center! Which is always a treat, as not only does it offer copious quantities of colorful brochures, but it also has brand spankin' free internet access! Hooray! Priscilla checked her email, maybe perused the brochure selection a little, and headed back out. When she did so she ran into a girl named Lindsay, a fellow biker but... a biker with a car! And Lindsay was also headed south, and offered to give her a ride if Woodrow were able to fit in the trunk. He was, and off they went, Priscilla most grateful to be avoiding the rain and traveling in style. Thanks, Lindsay! And thanks for Lindsay, God!

Priscilla ended up going a little beyond old Toad Town, and will be setting off across the bridge to New Brunswick tomorrow. She sent the photos you see above, which are, starting at the top, the couple who own the Cavendish farm in whose orchard she camped last night, a house in Cavendish, Priscilla and Lindsay in front of a piece of the bridge (we're hoping that's an extra piece, or else a piece from over a very shallow bit of water-- also, notice the menacing grey clouds in the background), and a bit of PEI with the sea in the distance.