Tuesday, July 31, 2007

running in the heat

this will be a little self indulgent but friends please bear with me.

last year under similar conditions i boldly embarked on what i fear may have been a meek task, the year of single.

the year was intended to give me and the universe a break from an emerging and unsatisfactory pattern of short term relationships which all ended with me ending things. i needed to stand outside relationships to better see who i was, where i began and where i ended. and of course to give the rest of humanity a break.

but my year of single was from the beginning woven of threads from the lives of others. it began with confused feelings regarding my ex which were during the course of the year natural, predictable, thankfully resolved, and illuminating. the second thread was 'the crush.' [the crush has been the subject of posts here and here.] the crush remains but has always been robbed of innocence and joy because i have been suspicious of its role.

my crush manifested itself in preoccupations that amounted to immersion at times in thinking of another that was/is hard to differentiate from being involved. where is the light of single in the shadow of a crush.

all year i wondered if i was being fair to myself and to my friend. unfair to myself because i was not getting any closer to me [yes me preoccupied is me] moreover was i preoccupied with her because of the impossibility of us. safe in the knowledge that i would not be hers and she would not be mine.

my status to her as sweet and goofy hardly bespeaks a woman who has been swept off her feet: especially this woman.

no harm has been done as our communications are gentle warm breezes gently sweeping a field of emergent bounty. we are and will always be friends. i am at this time wise enough to know how thoroughly friendship withers after the fire of romance.

i do not foresee another year of single nor do i seriously believe that i will forsake the intoxication of romantic love for the sobriety of platonic love. how can i, awash as i am in this world of beauty and pleasures. i would have to be cloistered in a remote hermitage and then while removed from the immediate presence of beauty i would instead suffer amidst its memory and project myself into it's fantasy.

and then of course there are the mini-crushes, infatuations .....

yeah i've got work to do.

driving east

crimson sun behind
wheat gold in dimming dusk light
crimson moon ahead

Sunday, July 29, 2007


i've got so much to say. i've almost mustered the courage to start.

Friday, July 27, 2007

grand beach

as part of the on-going series of where we've been.

grand beach: the water was warm and the waves were high and we had the campground to ourselves.

beasejour: hamming it up with dad's glasses

a more serious hamming.


we're having a gas this summer

Tuesday, July 24, 2007


the trip [below] was a great time the kids are becoming hotel and camp ground connesieurs. the trip allowed me to deviate from my generally drive, drive, drive approach. the kids, and perhaps i afterall, require more humane chunks of road with relatively frequent stops.

btw the sun is finished parching winnipeg and will soon melt the city into a pile of goo.

one more btw. this blog has been around for a year and a bit. happy belated.

oh, and one more. i am dissapointed in vino. we'll i'm not placing all blame on him. and my disappointment stems from the belief that he is just the one that got caught and that drugs are still present in the peloton.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

what it was: the north

with sleep words will come. for now some images.

pisew falls

paint lake

paint lake: wet

pisew: the return

mt baldy

Friday, July 20, 2007

road trippin

the open prairie and farmlands of manitoba already feel far away after yesterday's drive up from swan river.

the federal and provincial governments sought to establish agriculture above the fertile plain of swan river and met with moderate success in the pasquia, or carrot river area, just south west of the pas. these lands are, however, far from markets. close to the pas lumber is harvested more than anything else. the logging roads are numerous and it seems that every truck rumbling down the highway bears timber.

in flin flon the land is much more rocky and rugged. the soil is thin and the trees would be vastly more costly to remove than they are in the gentler and more richly soiled lands immediately south of here.

flin flon mines, for the rock is rich in mineral. thompson, today's destination, is also rich in minerals and is a mining community. however between flin flon and thompson the highway is a ribbon that cuts, for just under four hours at 120km, through a vast swampy forest with occasional visual relief brought by eskers and lakes.

we will drive through these woods until we are back in the swan river area tomorrow afternoon.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

road trippin

i love flin flon. we're about to head out into town for food and sights. i'll see if i can grab some images. [images were grabbed]

today we saw many logging trucks. they're pulling acres of lumber out of the hills between swan river and flin flon.

the north saskatchewan river in the pas close to where it empties into lake winnipeg. later this summer we will visit this river's headwaters when we are in jasper.

lake winnipegosis.

josiah flintabbatey flonatin

flin flon is perched atop mineral rich rock.

at times, due to dramatic elevation changes, sidewalks become staircases.

not your average sidewalk.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

road trippin

on the road to swan river

in case you're wondering what swan river looks like...

the caption is unfair to swan river which is in fact a nice town in the beautiful swan valley which is nestled between the duck and porcupine mountains.

tomorrow, flin flon, a very scenic town i love to visit.

this trip is one of four and the longest of a life/work project. my annual summer visits to manitoba's rural libraries are pretty low key and casual. this summer the kids are exploring the province with me. while i chat with librarians the kids are busy in the stacks. the librarians have invariably enjoyed the kids. we usually camp, which we will do as we spend the weekend returning from the north. i decided to treat them to a hotel and the rare gift of tv while with me.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

reach the beach......

...was along with a great day on the bike one of the finest social events evah.

the usual suspects.

more suspects.

and more suspects.

Friday, July 13, 2007

on the road again

not much riding this week. the kids and i were in sw manitoba.

the st. leon wind farm. i think that these massive windmills are spectacular.

authentic western ambience in reston.

in these parts there's much sky and many cattle.

spirit sands, spruce woods.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

ride when you can

yesterday i rode out in the evening. looped around downtown on errands; second run at some which had begun at lunch, others contained within that spin.

i had thought that the ride, which eventually cast me from downtown and drew me out along roblin to the perimeter and back through the city on portage, could be ironically edified as the tour de blah. it was conceived as the first spoke of an unbearably dreary run through this city's major traffic corridors. the night was to have finished with a run up henderson with a crossing to main and return to our elm forested heart. that plan was happily abandoned through serendipity.

today i created a laundry challenge. i threw a load in my large courier bag. rode to my laundromat and threw the load in the wash. this gave me 25 minutes to get to office depot to get film for my fax machine. 28 minutes later i returned unsuccessful, having discovered them to be out of stock. i threw the clothes in the dryer and put enough quarters in to give me 35 minutes to get to winners and find a pair of pants. in 29 minutes i returned unsuccessful. warm laundry in bag i zipped home.

later that day after taking care of work tasks i was once again in traffic this time downtown among the touristas and those, who while perhaps not tourists, have been since the beginning of the summer holidays clogging downtown with their apparent bewilderment. i successfully secured what my fax needed and temporarily secured pants. the pants proved to be ill fitting so they were returned at rush hour and i zoomed out to polo park where i was finally successful in finding pants.

this evening, following an extended period working i watched an excellent movie, le petit lieutenant. when i returned it i took advantage of the late night's beautiful conditions to ride for an hour and, for want of a task, completing the henderson spoke of this city's radial arteries.

fortyeight sixteen
spin gear only to churn thoughts
thoughtful cyclist i

Sunday, July 8, 2007


the kids and i were in riding mountain for the weekend. i can't think of the number of amazing trips i've had there. this one was perhaps the best.




Thursday, July 5, 2007

a wednesday tuesday ride

luc and johnny: fgbc's next generation

the doctor showing perfect form will soon be in canmore for 24hrs along with jon benson, cam maclaren and hal loewen.

round and round we go: paddy climbing a parkade.

tom preparing to ride backwards yet again.

well last night saw the return of the tuesday night ride. independant of strict week day chronology the wednesday holding of this ride was to honour our two wheeled brothers and sisters to the south.

there was gripping parkade action, vj's, and to the shock and joy of the f&h staff we stopped in at the club house for pints.

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

blissful fatigue

two speed. warm-up speed for heading out and into town and cruising speed for those long empty roads outside the city.

during this evening's four and half hour ride there was an hour or so at the end just before getting back inside city limits, when i forced myself to keep the big gear turning. the pain / fatigue was a grind, you know the zone when a good song on the shuffle allows pleasant disassociation and a less than good song makes for a long - long four minute pull, but was beautiful.

conditions were perfect, big skies, warm post blistering day temperatures, a perfect route......

i rode my road bike.

zoom - zoom.