The ride across the praries has been slow and tough, mainly due to strong headwinds most days, plus bitterly cold mornings meaning I have tended to start later in the day, not wanting to get out of my sleeping bag while it’s still below freezing outside.
The world is divided into two parts: the sky and the land. The sky is above and the land is below. The sky touches the land everywhere. The land touches the sky everywhere. The sky is the same size as the land. People live in between sky and land. What happens in the sky determines what happens to the people and to the land. Sun, rain, wind. But the people can control the sky by dancing the right sort of dance and chanting the right sort of chant.
I don’t know why they call this place Moose Jaw but they do. I haven’t asked though. Maybe I should ask the waitress the next time she comes to refill my coffee – I’m on the third cup now.
83km (total so far 920km)
I was expecting this to be a tough day since it was over hills (mountains even) but it wasn’t that bad at all. The main reason for this I think was the weather – either the wind had dropped or I was sheltered from it by the hills. If I was given the choice between cycling into a strong headwind or cycling uphill I’d opt for a hot bath and a night in watching the tele, but if whoever was giving me the choice said no, it’s either hills or wind then I think I’d go for the hills. The thing with hills is you know they can’t go on for ever – you’ve got to eventually get to the top and come down the other side. And when you’re cycling into a strong wind and you can’t manage more than 15km/h and cars are whizzing past you they don’t have a clue what you’re up against because cars don’t feel the wind, and so I’m thinking they must be thinking God, he’s a really crap cyclist going so slowly on a nice flat road and that’s really demoralizing and makes it even harder.