I thought I'd be riding with Dan, Albert, Shaun and maybe Steven. Turns out that none of them were able to make it and it was Curt and I that were lucky enough to explore our way up the creek this morning. I wasn't sure it would be doable but Curt and I peddled and slipped (6 falls for Curt, 2 for me) our way to St. Poutine (possibly my favorite Saint). We were both psyched to be able to ride it. It was a great day with favorable weather and ice conditions. It took us 3 hours and 20 minutes at a VERY reasonable pace. Perennial good guy Jonny G came to drink a Caesar with us and drive us home. Thanks J Bro. Good times.
Hidden away on the creek
Culvert crossing with windmills in the distance
The payoff - poutine and Caesars with pickles - classy