Day two of three weeks of ladies bike camp.
15 km round trip, wind in my hair, smile on my face;
SO. MANY. BUNNIES.

Cycling is pure joy when you can just ride and not worry about your safety.

Day three; we laughed, we cried, we were joyous, we were unapologetically silly. We shared or hopes and fears and struggles and pumped each other back up for the long day ahead.

Cycling is a balm for all things.

Sorry not sorry, be prepared for three weeks of sappy love notes to bicycles and group rides with old friends.

When I was 17, I had a devastating event in my life. It doesn't matter anymore, what happened, but it's the lowest I've been.

A woman I knew causally invited me to go riding, knew something was off with me, showed up at my door four or five days a week all winter long to bike.

All winter long we pedalled our selves around the back roads, visiting friends w/ wood stoves to warm back up & have a cup of tea.

She got me set up with better gear, taught me how to mountain bike, quietly kept me from sinking into a deep depression I doubt I would have left.

It was maybe the happiest, best winter of my life in the end.

So when I say cycling saved my life, this isn't hyperbole, it's fact. Both the physical, meditivate act of cycling and the comradeship it builds. It saved me, fully and completely.

Fuck I love it so.

Prince Edward County. They re did the surface of the rail trail at long last so now there's a basically flat, 40-50km path through all the towns connecting them together.

It's so great.