A beautiful, sun-filled morning woke us up. Camping beside the Trans-Canada highway isn’t that bad, after all!
Frances and I took sandwiches for brunch at a small family restaurant. In the restaurant was this mirror where a very simple text was written above it — yet it meant so much to me, especially now that I have completed two full weeks of my mission.
Yes: if I can dream it, I can most certainly do it. It was interesting to see my reflection beneath the text, to see myself before what seems to be another day in this 56-day journey. But just another day it is not: it is, rather, another day of courage, another day of fortitude, another day to tell myself that I am one day closer to fulfilling my mission of going across the country to spread awareness of chronic pain. Seeing my own face beneath that 9-word sentence reminded me of that point where I began this journey: that point when it was just a dream. Now, it is reality. And no, nothing is stopping me now.
With this inspiration in mind, I then set off for Stonecliffe. The first half of the ride was fairly flat, although the road started getting hilly during the second half. I remember the story of another guy who wanted to cycle across Canada. He started in Montreal, but made it only to North Bay. I completely understand his discouragement and why he could have given up, but I know I just have to keep on going.
My new tire really made it all easier to sprint along the road. There were also very few potholes, which made the journey much more comfortable.
I then arrived at Stonecliffe’s Pine Valley Resort, where the owners, Brent and Nicole Allen, very kindly gave us a discount to stay at their place. The lakeside is extremely beautiful: its calm, turquoise waters set amidst the pine tree-covered mountains was the perfect treat to celebrate my two weeks of cycling.
Frances and I had our first real camping meal: this time, it took us only half an hour to prepare our dinner (yes, it was also pasta… and no, the pasta didn’t spill on the ground). We were getting far acquainted with making campfire, and it was a hearty camping meal, to say the least.
When we got into our tent and were about to go to bed, we could hear wolves howling from a distance. It was at that moment when I realized that I really was one with nature. It was all at once calming, refreshing, and mesmerizing.