June 01, 2008
Weekend Warrior Trip
220km of wicked riding:
C.Ford and I left Creston Saturday morning and ripped along the East Shore of Kootenay Lake in the warm sunshine. The worst part of the day was the last ascent from the BOB, (big orange bridge) to Dad's place.
Day two started out with overcast skies and ended with us dismounting the bikes looking like we had just stepped out of a shower. From Fruitvale into Trail, (~25km), the skies absolutely opened up and drenched us completely. I don't remember the last time I got so stuck in such a torrential rain showers, (oh wait, Ireland). Sigh, got to love the ride.
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May 11, 2008
Deep Lake WA
Below is the route of my longest ride I have had in 2008. Yesterday T and I headed down to Northport for a rip out to Deep Lake. Crossing the border was no problem and the ride was beautiful.
Although it wasn't a sandwich, the post ride $5.25 cheeseburger and $2.00 bottle of beer at the Whitebird Tavern were a nice touch. Man do I enjoy the states.
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May 10, 2008
Saturday Night in Trail
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January 01, 2008
A New Year, More Sandwiches and a Polar Bear
2008 is upon us and for a pre-New Year celebration the McLeans hit Red Mountain for a day of skiing, rocks, twigs and of course gas station sandwiches. Here are a couple shots of us famished skiers devouring or lunch snack up at the Paradise Lodge.
Dad took the Reuben, Cam was munching on the BLT and I was scarfing down a Chicken Caesar. These were from the Warfield Shell station, a.k.a. the best sub-sandwiches in the Trail/Rossland area.
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December 25, 2007
The Open-Faced Christmas Sandwich
I had a bad day on Saturday December 22nd 2007. It should have been a good day given that it was my first day up at Red Mountain on my new skis, there was fresh snow, there were minimal people out and I was skiing with a good friend. It wasn’t. First run I hit a rock, popped my ski and then spent the next hour and a half trekking through waste deep, baseless powder to find the damn thing. In the end we didn’t even find it, some guy who lost his ski 50 yards down the hill noticed a ski-like object harpooned into a snowbank. I could have kissed the man.
I did a couple more runs, gouged another chunk of the ski off, (this time a core-shot), and decided that it was go time. My feet were near frozen as I had forgotten my ski boots in the car the night before and my hands were having sympathy pains toward the other extremities. We pack up and headed to The Grind in Rossland for some substance that wasn’t Rafter’s World Famous Nachos. It was here I decided that the day should end right now, and as a secondary thought… this upcoming year should and would be The Year of the Sandwich.
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