In a place known for rain, it was a glorious day to ride. The mind and the muscles are ready. But two things are screaming slow down: my neck and my butt. The bike frame and fit is optimized for touring but it just takes time to have whatever muscles hold the head back for hours a day get comfortable with their new job. And as for the two sit bones and my new Brooks B17 Special (extra thick leather for longevity) saddle, well, they just need a longer courtship.
So, instead of cycling from Sayward to Port McNeil, I listen to my two body parts, split the distance and head to Woss. Some fairly long stretches with no traffic and it looked like this for about three hours:
I have my first lunch in the wilderness. Another avid cyclist recommended this protein rich meal.
There is much to explore in the northern reaches of Vancouver island.
However, of all the many things to do, the tourist board does not think cycling is one of them.
There is not much in Woss. A general store and a cafe. The cafe was serving fresh halibut as a dinner special. Too bad it was ruined by being deep fried but it tasted good nonetheless. This is still logging country. I am the only non logger in the cafe. There are about a dozen men having dinner around me in the cafe. Each one of them weighs more than me and my full loaded bike together not counting their steel toed muddy boots. Not sure what they make of me in my wool knickers, black narrow Italian shoes with Velcro straps and my baby blue sweater. No one asks.
Start: Sayward Junction 10:30 am
End: Woss 5:00 pm
Distance: 67 km
Time on the Bike: 3:45
Average Speed: 17.8 km/hr
Maximum Speed: 59 km/hr
Distance to Date: 438 km