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Oh the memories... how they brighten a dull winter's day

It took a few months, but I got a slideshow together. The first one runs about 25 minutes and takes us from Prince George to Cape Breton Island. I know they're long but the music's good.



The second starts out on the Cabot Trail and brings us home again in just under 20 minutes.

For your information and viewing pleasure.....

About three days before we arrived home from our super fantastic trip-of-a-lifetime traveling across Canada on a Goldwing motorcycle, I got an email from eTourism Canada saying they were looking for stories, pictures or videos from people who have traveled in Canada. They are having a contest and the contest closed August 31, so I had two days to enter after I got home. I entered my blog. Probably nothing will ever come of it, but I decided I would move my continued rantings to a new blog, cuz tourism Canada probably isn't all that interested in my blabbing on about my mishaps in the kitchen, escapades in the sex shop or my Jedediah joys.

So, if your life is so mundane that you feel the need to continue stalking me and this adventure I call life, you can continue here:

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I'm so organized, it's scary.

Remember when digital cameras first came out and we all thought, "Great, now all our pictures will be categorized and labeled and easy to find. There'll be no more overflowing shoe boxes filled with photos shoved under the bed waiting for a rainy day when we can get them organized in albums."

What were we thinking? Now we have scratched CDs thrown in desk drawers that may or may not have a black felt pen scrawl of the year they were taken, and we are no more organized than we were before. And our picture archives are more easily lost forever.

Well this time I am organized! I have pictures uploaded to albums on Facebook and they are all labeled with comments - and we have only been home for 3 days. I amaze myself sometimes.

Of course I realize I am taking a chance by putting my precious memories in the hands of the Facebook gods, trusting that they will not vanish in the night in a puff of black cyber smoke.

Here are my albums for public viewing:

Cross Canada Week One

Cross Canada Week Two

Cross Canada Week Three

Nova Scotia

Cabot Trail

Bay of Fundy

Homeward Bound (New Brunswick to Ontario)

Homeward Bound II (Ontario to Saskatchewan)

Homeward Bound III (Saskatchewan to BC)

This time we do have a winner!

When we left home on July 16 the odometer read 40117. When we stopped back in our driveway on August 28 the odometer read 54502, so that's 14,385 kilometers. Patrick's guess of 14,698 was only out by 313 km. Nice job, Packer. (Lucky for you, we didn't get over to Nfld or there would have been a couple thousand more)

Okay I have say that my Mom guessed 14,225 which is only out by 160. But when she asked me how many k we'd gone when we were in Yorkton, then asked which route we were taking home, and then submitted her guess, I think that she should have gotten closer than that! So, nice try Mom, it might qualify you for the cheater's booby-prize or something but I can hardly award you the grand prize and have it sit well with my conscience. :)

And the winner is.....

... still unknown. I suspect I know who came the closest to guessing the correct number of kilometers we put on the bike on this trip, but I want to go through my emails and comments to make sure I double check everyone's guess.

Also it will be interesting to have J&B figure out the truck km's cuz we probably put 1 to 2 thousand km more on the truck with all the running around we did together.

There is no place like home.

They've done a lot of paving between McBride and Prince George since we rode this way in 2006. It's a fabulous ride now. And though this stretch is familiar territory, now that we've been across the entire country and back, we sort of see it through new eyes. It's not just home anymore, it's a fantastic piece of the patchwork that makes up the best country in the world. And we had the trip of a lifetime experiencing it.

Thanks for coming along! ~ Albert & Liana, Jim & Barbee.

Once again surrounded in McBride

Remember how on our first day on the road we were surrounded by Hell's Angels at the gas station in McBride? We pulled up to the pump for our last fill of the trip. Alb had not even gotten off the bike and we were surrounded once again - by dozens, if not hundreds of ... wasps. It was freakier than Hell's Angels. How we didn't get stung is beyond me. For at least an hour after getting on the road we had that creepy feeling that one was crawling on us, or under our pant leg or in our helmet.

Anyone hungry? Like the entire population of Jasper?

We had breakfast in Jasper at Poppa George's Restaurant. I ordered a skillet breakfast. Thank goodness it didn't come with toast. We should have gotten 4 forks and not ordered anyone else a meal. What a ridiculous amount of food. They must have heard about some of the massive dinners I have been served in the last six and a half weeks.

I had to take a picture:

Bundling up for the 4 degree ride into Jasper:

... and it's only 4 1/2 hours from home. We'll be back.

It was a cold ride from Edmonton to Miette Hot Springs, but what a fantastic destination for our last night on the road. Have you been there? The 15 km road up to the springs would be a great bike ride: paved, steep hills, sharp corners, amazing scenery. But we took the truck. Now that we know, we will definitely take the bike next time.

The water was wonderful, and the setting serene with deer wandering past and the sun setting behind the enormous mountains. We soaked until we were all prune-ish. It sort of took the edge off my yearning for my bathtub.

No, I'm not on the toilet. Well I am, but just sitting there warming up in the bathroom with my feet on the heat register after a cold ride from Edmonton to Pocahontas Park at Miette Hot Springs.