I met Bruce and Rennee Allen of Grande Prairie, Alberta during my first bike tour on July 18, 2011 and stayed with them for 2 nights. The reason I met the Allen’s was thanks to my laptop unexpectedly breaking and my uncle having a trucking company in that city. Bruce drove for my uncle so my uncle hooked me up with the Allen’s to host me while I dealt with my laptop issues.

Years later Bruce and Rennee would move their family to Qualicum Beach on Vancouver Island, British Columbia.

On November 12 ,2019 I would start my second bike…

I had two run-ins with herds of bison during my 2011 bike tour. The first run in was in the Northwest Territories and the second run in was in British Columbia. On August 8, 2011only a day after my last encounter with a single bison I came around a corner and across a heard of 50–60 of these large North American mammals. My first response was an out loud — “now what?”

Yesterday and almost two weeks earlier I had two very different but very memorable experiences with single bison’s that were still very fresh in my memories. But this…

I didn’t realize or anticipate Terry Fox having such an influence on my Canadian bike ride crossing. Of course, I had heard of him. The whole country of Canada knows his name. When I was a kid, I use to participate and raise money for the Terry Fox Run for Cancer.

For those not familiar with Terry Fox. Terry is probably one of the most beloved and known Canadians there has ever been. On April 12, 1980, with one leg having been amputated due to cancer, he embarked on an east to west cross-Canada run to raise money and awareness…

It had been a grueling 8 days and 540 km’s pedalled since my last shower under a relentless Saskatchewan July sun between Regina Saskatchewan and border town Empress Alberta. While there may have been clouds in the distance, they were definitely keeping their distance from me.

Leaving Swift Currant, I headed northwest on secondary Country Highway #32. Until I got on this particular highway, I don’t think I ever really appreciated the vastness and flatness of Saskatchewan that people talked about. And I should know as I had trucked across Saskatchewan dozens of times in a past career.

Entering the…

Canada is the second largest country in the world. Thanks to some social media shares and a few news spots on some local news platforms it was difficult to not be recognized in some pretty isolated parts of Atlantic Canada. I was virtually recognized everywhere I went and generally was know as “that guy” almost anywhere I went. People would randomly come up to me asking me if I was “that guy” multiple times a day sometimes.

The recognition very quickly ended entering the province of Quebec, but entering the city of Montreal with a population of 1.6 million or…