So we've had some pretty funny conversations while traveling down the road. Others are not so much funny, but rather telling of the priorities on our lives at this moment in time. Here are a few for your entertainment.
After riding like 12 miles down a muddy side road, we arrived at a community park in Lethbridge, Alberta, and needed to wash our bikes down. Dad approached a shady picnic table full of loitering individuals to seek help in our quest.
Dad: Hey folks, our bikes are pretty dirty. Do any of you know where I can find a hose?
Guy at table: I know where you can find a little ho...
Girl at table chimes in: We've got lots of hoes here!
Laughter by all parties follows. Then they directed us to the gas station.
Riding toward Grassy Hills as the sun sunk lower in the sky and the insects swarmed the air.
Meg: Ug. I got another bug in my mouth.
Dad: Was it chewy?
Meg: No. Crunchy.
Dad: Hmmmmm, I think you're tasting tasting the exoskeleton.
Meg: I'm just glad this one wasn't gooey.
While conversing with some people at a BBQ in the town center of Fort Macleod, we debated the terrain of Alberta
Woman with country hairstyle from the 90's: You rode your bikes all the way from BC!?
Meg: Yeah, we're pretty stoked to be here. Looking forward to some flat riding
Woman with country hairstyle from the 90's: Oh don't get too excited just yet. The road is pretty hilly until you get out past Medicine Hat!
Meg: Oh really? (thinking in my head: probably not compared to the kootenays...or the Rockies...or just about anywhere in BC. We are in Medicine Hat now actually, and the steepest grade we've seen so far is probably, like, 3 or 4 percent or something. Again, nothing like cycling in the west. Not that I'm complaining though; only one of my brakes us fully operational, so the roller coaster slopes of BC's Hwys would not be a good thing right now. Plus, we make way better time on the flat)
Dad: Look, cows!
Dad: mooo moo mooooooo!
Meg: Look, horses!
Dad: Look, llamas!
Meg: Ooooh, let me take a picture! (gets camera out of pannier)
Dad: Meg, I think he's gonna spit. His ears are back....
Meg: I think it's a girl, Pops (walking towards wire fence)
Dad: Whatever. Look, llamas spit...don't get so close!
Meg: Awww, she's bringing her llama friends over! Yaaaa, they like me!
Dad: Meaghan, get away from that fence unless you want to be covered in llama juice!