Rain was supposedly in the forecast for today’s 42km ride so we were prepared to don appropriate apparel. In fact, it was coming down all morning long so we decided to wait a bit hoping that the showers would subside. Surely enough by 11am it had slowed to a drizzle. For a change up, we opted to saddle up on the Creos with a plan on hitting a few gravel backroads. It made for a fun and enjoyable ride.
When it comes to doling out warm and fuzzy greetings, the locals around here are more than happy to oblige.
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This sideroad farm stand run by a friend’s daughter does brisk business four days a week. Based on the honor system, the stand offers fresh vegetables, bedding plants, baked goods and skeins of firewood.
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By the time that we hit this hill, it was still overcast with a faint odor of smoke from the wildfires up north but it also became significantly warmer. We almost forgot how luxurious it felt to have power on tap after virtually riding without it up to this point in the summer season.
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With rain jackets tucked away in jersey pockets, we headed back down the township road with the gravel tires soaking up any imperfections in the road surface without any thoughts of playing the weave and dodge game as we normally do.
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We turned off the main road and ventured into the Balmoral District with more golden fields coming into view.
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I don’t know where everyone else rides but typically the gravel roads around here tend to be soft and loose with motor graders every so often coming along to level out the washboard. As a result, the soft aggregate can be a bit of a challenge to maneuver around until the surface becomes more compact over time. On this day, there was enough compression that enabled the bikes to gracefully speed along the trail. The Creo is an immensely versatile machine both on and off tarmac and seems willing to ask for more than what’s required. Hard to believe we don’t ride them more often but we hope to change that soon.
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Pumpjacks have been part of the Alberta landscape for decades and are viewed as a symbol of wealth and prosperity. However, with innovation in the sector and more wells being abandoned and fewer new being drilled, natural gas and oil donkeys are slowly beginning to disappear.
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Back at home, the bike looks no worse for wear as the fenders did their job.
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