A sunny chilly day for a ride. Shorts, tights, overbooties, shirt, mid-layer, windbreaker, light gloves, nothing under the helmet. The route was a bit of an experiment. I've gone out to Ashton before but for some reason have never tried to make a loop out of it. I learned four things.
A bike journey where the path is marked doesn't lend itself to a typical trip narrative. Or rather the sort of narrative it lends itself to would go sort of like this: I got on the bike in Ottawa. I started pedalling. I turned when they said turn. When I got to Kingston, I stopped. The next day, I got on the bike and came back.