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Thursday, October 31, 2019
Disappear. As soon as my gaze caught a glimpse of the fluffy clouds being reflected on the water, I understood that I needed to stop to take it all in before the moment vanished. The wind was very weak. My connection to nature around me very strong. I imagined what my surroundings would be like if I wasn’t there to notice. The clouds would continue to slowly drift. The tall golden grass would continue to gently sway in the light breeze. And the water would continue to accentuate the beauty of the skies above. The only difference would be my absence. Like a single grain of sand on a vast beach, my presence seemed so insignificant in the midst of the beauty around me. Strangely, for some reason, looking at the world as if I wasn’t in it made it even more beautiful. Pretending that I didn’t exist made it easier for me to recognize it’s splendor, instead of how I usually look at it, through the distorted lens of my conditioned ego. We’re all going die. And when we do, all of our fears and worries will be gone in an instant. That, I know for sure. Die before you die to deepen your appreciation of the amazingly beautiful world around you. Disappear.
Tuesday, October 29, 2019
Listen.Rides are spontaneous things that materialize from inside of me.Part of it is me trying to run away.The other part is an invitation to listen to what is asking to be heard in the moment.That is my motivation.That is what pushes me to get out.After a few weeks of patiently waiting for a saddle sore to heal, I craved the simple feeling of pedaling into the void.Like the trees that have now shed most of their summer clothing, I also wanted to free myself from the heavy noise inside my head.Sunday morning, I rode the trail out to the pavilion.Alone, I sat.I wasn’t there to think.I wasn’t there to solve any problems using my mind.I was there to simply listen.I was there to listen without using my ears.I was there to listen to the messages that are not communicated by sounds or words.I was there to listen to the silence.Have you been listening?Listen.
Monday, October 28, 2019
Rise. My emotions have been very close to the surface lately for some reason. I could really feel them come up during my last ride. The feeling would have made me feel quite nervous and uncomfortable not too long ago. I would have certainly tried to numb the sensation and stuff everything back in. But now, I try to just let it all rise and gently move through me in a continuous flow. I have come to recognize the feeling as a powerful reminder of being alive. In fact, it’s when I feel most alive. It’s when I feel most human. It’s when I feel most grateful. It’s when I feel most creative. It’s when I feel most connected. Everything else is really just a cheap substitute. Our entire life is in our emotions. All of it. It isn’t in what we do or in what we think. It’s in how deeply we are able to feel. Our minds are necessary for our survival, but we’re not meant to live there. We’re meant to live in our emotions. Feeling good is about becoming good at feeling. What do you do with your emotions when they try to surface? Do you stuff them back in? Or do you lean in and just let them… Rise.
Wednesday, October 16, 2019
Fall. For some reason, I have been much more aware of the seasonal change this autumn. It’s kind of like I’ve been sitting back, literally watching Mother Nature slowly redecorate. Noticing may be motivating me to ride more? Or riding may be motivating me to notice more? Either way I win, and feel more connected to nature and it’s rhythm. Riding through this section of the trail, I noticed the floating leaves as they fell off branches, graciously dancing as they were gently drawn to the earth, seemingly happy to join the rest of their siblings laying on the ground. The trees had worked so very hard all summer to grow all of these leaves. And then, just like that, they let them all go in a breathtaking, colorful masterpiece, not minding that they will have to grow them all back next Spring. Maybe my solo autumn rides aren’t as much about what they give me? Maybe my solo autumn rides are more about what they encourage me to let go? Fall.
Monday, October 7, 2019
“He looked around at the empty plaza again, feeling less desperate than before. This wasn’t a strange place; it was a new one…he had already traveled farther than any shepherd he knew. Oh, if they only knew how different things are just two hours by ship from where they are, he thought….As he mused about these things, he realized that he had to choose between thinking of himself as the poor victim of a thief and as an adventurer in quest of his treasure. “I’m an adventurer, looking for treasure,” he said to himself.”
-Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
My inspiration gave birth to a list of rides that I wanted to do in 2019. Writing them down on paper minimized the chance that they ended up on the “someday” list that lives inside my head. Too many great rides have gone there to die. It was time to stop murdering ride ideas that way. The Rum Runners trail was the first one on my new list. A solo day trip was how I wanted the adventure to unfold, a sacred communion between me, my bike and the gravel. The older I get, the more that I crave and enjoy the cleansing effect of companionless pedalling. My riding is becoming my meditation, my experience best absorbed moving at my own pace, not distracted by small talk. Isn’t it strange how age maturity brings us back to basics, back to simply doing what makes our soul sing.
Back on the “Chester Connection” section of the trail, I pictured myself a passenger on one of the many trains that had travelled the same journey way back when. I imagined how it must have felt for them to be in the exact same location but sitting in a train cart taking in the scenery rather than outside on a bike. I wondered what they were thinking at the time. I wondered what they talked about. I wondered how they felt as I approached one of the old train stations. It has been transformed into a very quaint visitor information centre and craft shop. I imagined passengers hoping on and off the train at this station back in the day. The rich history of the area made my imagination wander, keeping me entertained during the entire ride.
Cruising on the “St. Margaret’s Bay” section of the trail, I felt so very tall looking down at the roofs of the houses below as my tubeless 40mm tires floated over the gravel surface carved into the rocky hills along the shore. This made me think about the amount of work that went into building the initial railway. The task is so very impressive, especially back when modern machinery wasn’t as available as it is today. I felt that those who built it would have been very happy to know that all of their work did not go to waste. They would certainly be proud that their railway has been born again as an amazing trail system and that it is still used today. Even the bridges are built on some of the original metal and preserved wood structure. This re-purposing made me crack a deep smile.
Still on the “St. Margaret’s Bay” section and starting to feel the bonk, I wondered how far I was from the coffee shop. My gaze, brushing the brim of my cycling cap, caught a glimpse of a barn red structure ahead. It was another old train station, which is now the Bike and Bean Café and Bike Shop in Upper Tantallon. The place has so much charm. The main building is attached to an old railroad car that they use for bike storage. And that soup, salad, dessert and latte sure tasted like a million bucks after 4 hours of spinning the pedals stirring white gravel gold dust. I met a few other cyclists and chatted with the owner before heading back out for the final stretch of my voyage. I started feeling rain drops just as I rolled into Halifax. Perfect timing. No flats or mechanicals. An amazing ride that I will certainly not soon forget. The day was capped off with supper with my wife and her nephews at The Wooden Monkey restaurant in Halifax as I basked in the after-ride stoke.
Oh, and what about the other items on my 2019 ride list? There certainly were some other outstanding gravel adventures in there as well. Like the day that I got lost on purpose exploring the open spaces between New Brunswick and Nova Scotia. It was one of those perfect July mornings where the green is so very green and you can taste the thickness of the warm air. I wasn’t going fast, but the riding felt effortless. It was like there was no wind even if I felt refreshed by a gentle cool breeze. And there was also the day that I finally did the Dorchester Cape loop. I had stopped in Johnson’s Mills for a quick snack just as I noticed the Sand Pipers dancing along the shore. The beauty of how they were moving literally gave me goosebumps. Yeah, those were amazingly great ride days as well.
We are sold the idea that the most beautiful places on this earth worth seeing are far away and expensive to visit. But this way of thinking only makes us miss what’s right under our noses. It makes us miss the treasures in our own neck of the woods. Who knew that all this amazing gravel existed so close to home, just waiting to be ridden? As much as the big bucket list ride destinations seem exciting and worth doing, I believe that we should all start with exploring where we already are, in our own backyards.
I got through most of my 2019 ride list. And those that I haven’t had the chance to ride yet, they may happen this fall? If not, they’ll just be at the top of my 2020 list. Maybe 2020 will the year of my first multi-day solo backpacking trip? Maybe?