Days 4 & 5, Quiting and Unquitting
"Unquiting" seems like it should be a word. No pictures from me for these days. We rode at a snails pace the 15 miles into Elkford and I decided I was done. Although I had been able to eat some oatmeal that morning I was still dealing with some nausea and abdominal pain, and had zero energy. It was Thursday and I booked two nights at the Elkford Motor Lodge to recover some and to figure out how the heck to get three bicycles and three people from a 2,500 person town in the Canadian rockies to an airport. I landed on a plan to use one of the biweekly BC transit shuttles to get the three of us and two of the bikes (all the bus could take) to Cranbrook Friday morning, where I'd be able to rent a car, pick up the remaining bike (which the motel desk clerk had agreed to store for two days), then drive to Vancouver for a flight to SFO. Fortunately, the BC transit person I spoke to on the phone gave me the wrong stop information and when we went to pick up the bus the next mor...