Excerpt from the Alaskan Cycle Tour:
June 30th
Today was mixed in all aspects. We awake early this morning and were surprised to find out that there was no wind. So we set out to take early hoping to take advantage of the wind. I probably started the day off on the wrong foot though. I found myself quickly becoming quite mad at Steven .
First he sent me on a bit a fools errand in search of a outhouse that he promised existed. Heres how the conversation went, "So were is it [outhouse]?" said I, " Just Under the Bridge" said Steven, "Just under the Bridge?" asked I once more, "Under the Bridge" repeated Steven, "First Bridge or Second?" asked I, "Under the Bridge" said Steven once more. It would seem the directions couldn't be clearer but during my past walk the night before I saw no outhouse under the bridges and no outhouses had appeared over night. After searching in desperation I did the desperate wobble into the bush with no TP nor a shovel to hide the evidence (and there were no good leaves either). After further interrogating , Steven revealed that the outhouse was actually a ways past both bridges in fact so far out that it was well out of sight. As I was noticeably angered by this, Steven promised to better communicate with me in the future if it were to occur again.
Next we had an argument about how to best start the ride. Our camp was positioned at the base of the valley on the left side of the divided highway in such a manner that it was a little more awkward to back on our side. We had two options. I shall draw it out. [Use you imagination. Im not drawing it again].
So admittedly, probably the biggest problem with Stevens route was that it wasn't mine. I am still kinda suffering from this "This my trip and your along for the ride" mentality that probably isn't very constructive. But also I didn't think it was safe and told Steven I was uncomfortable with...
June 30th
Today was mixed in all aspects. We awake early this morning and were surprised to find out that there was no wind. So we set out to take early hoping to take advantage of the wind. I probably started the day off on the wrong foot though. I found myself quickly becoming quite mad at Steven .
First he sent me on a bit a fools errand in search of a outhouse that he promised existed. Heres how the conversation went, "So were is it [outhouse]?" said I, " Just Under the Bridge" said Steven, "Just under the Bridge?" asked I once more, "Under the Bridge" repeated Steven, "First Bridge or Second?" asked I, "Under the Bridge" said Steven once more. It would seem the directions couldn't be clearer but during my past walk the night before I saw no outhouse under the bridges and no outhouses had appeared over night. After searching in desperation I did the desperate wobble into the bush with no TP nor a shovel to hide the evidence (and there were no good leaves either). After further interrogating , Steven revealed that the outhouse was actually a ways past both bridges in fact so far out that it was well out of sight. As I was noticeably angered by this, Steven promised to better communicate with me in the future if it were to occur again.
Next we had an argument about how to best start the ride. Our camp was positioned at the base of the valley on the left side of the divided highway in such a manner that it was a little more awkward to back on our side. We had two options. I shall draw it out. [Use you imagination. Im not drawing it again].
So admittedly, probably the biggest problem with Stevens route was that it wasn't mine. I am still kinda suffering from this "This my trip and your along for the ride" mentality that probably isn't very constructive. But also I didn't think it was safe and told Steven I was uncomfortable with...





















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