Badger is home. Badger came home in a box -- but not in a sad way. In a very, very happy way. My little logistics project culminated in having a wooden shipping crate professionally built, and Badger shipped as regular freight. It's a good news story, thanks to the helpful support of my brother at the dispatching end (aka deliverer of bike, remover of windscreen and mirrors, drainer of fuel, and disconnector of battery) and the professional box-building service of part-time rider / full-time crating company owner dude Wayne at Island Crating and Packing Services.
Today brought my first Sunday-morning church ride in two years, and I sure enjoyed it. I've ridden Ingraham Trail -- a 70 km dead-end "road to the end of the road" tracking northeast from Yellowknife through lake and cabin country -- dozens and dozens of times over the years. When I moved to Yellowknife a decade ago, it was a good (and very exact) 50/50 ride: 35 km paved, and 35 km gravel. Ever-present summer construction has incrementally pushed the boundary out to kilometer 55, rendering it now more like an 80/20 ride. Today was my first time riding the newest 9 km of chipseal, which I have to confess -- despite the loss of ruggedness -- is a fun segment. So much so that I doubled back and rode it twice.
It doesn't look like public health considerations will allow any sort of a proper bike trip this summer, so instead I'll endeavour to document here some Home-to-Home corona rides instead.
Day total: 203 km, 4h10m
Trip total: Nope, no trips.
Start: Home. End: Home.
Soundtrack: AAA-grade shuffle, up until the silence.