Hey Yo

Day 1, 01:38...everyone is packed, asleep...and then there is me; not packed and not asleep.
Yesterday...our last day in Ottawa, was spent, for myself at least, mainly in recovery from being unfortunately struck by a hurtling ordinance in the form of a semi-intact pamplemousse...in the nether regions. This trip is going to place enough stress on my body already...fruit hockey injuries aside.

This Day 1 I am presently experiencing, is the beginning of a cycling journey as a part of Speak With Spokes (speakwithspokes.org), which will take my friends Brad, Mike and Rainer, along with myself, across our home and native land, from sea to sea on an a quest of vision and bounty...however not for our own enrichment but for that of CANFAR, in the hope that our personal contributions and those inspired by us will aid in the battle against AIDS.

Aside from the humour that yesterday's events provided, we did manage to retrieve our packed bikes, have our first team dinner, and begin to pack the rest of our gear. As we calculated finances, trip distances, and other logistics, all in severely primitive ways, we all began to realize the gravity of the journey on which we are about to embark...and the happy dance ensued. We really are, in a few short hours, going to embark upon the journey of our lives thus far, with the hope that while gaining the value of new experiences, we can contribute in a positive way to the humanity of this earth.

Alright, I have one hour to pack...here we go!