It's December 24th, and im sitting here on my bed organizing a photo album of our trip for my moms christmas present. I have the playlist on my moms iPod playing in the background. As im looking through these photos I can remember the process of taking them. Positioning, posing, and finally smiling to make it perfect. There's days of our trip that I would wish I were somewhere else, away from my bicycle, my mother, and the ongoing pain in the ass (literally).
The music from the trip, on my iPod and my moms iPod still plays on a regular basis. Certain songs take me back to climbing the rockies or peddling alongside feilds of beautiful wild flowers in P.E.I. When I get the brief reminders of my summer, I only have one wish: to be back there, doing it again.
The cross Canada trip was the best thing I've done in my life and I am going to be retelling stories of our adventures for as long as I remember them.
Our last days in Newfoundland were relaxing. We rented a car and put miles under our belt by driving to Cape Pele; the eastern most part of Canada. We went to Cape Breton, a wild life santuary known for its crazy amount of bird species. So overall, it was a good way to end our trip.
Me and my mom are already discussing another bike trip for next summer, possibly to Banff or down to California. At the end of this trip we're going to get tattoos, (the ones we were supposed to get after our Canada trip). No way around this one, mom.
