Hello to the COVID19 free –

That was another hard week of cycling with cold, windy weather but conditions are looking up for the weekend. That means leaving from Stinsons at 7:30 am (sharp) on Saturday morning.

The route will take us across the hills to Renfrew and beyond, meaning after a leisurely warmup of 7 kms, we’ll be climbing into White Lake and it will continue on from there with lots of ups and downs to test the legs and lungs. For those short of time, there are good options to swing off and loop home via a shorter route. The road surfaces should be fair to good, with sections of hardened shoulders for additional safety. I hope you find the route of interest and that you’re free to ride for an enjoyable few hours, pedalling and conversing with like minded individuals. You know, you’ll just want to be there.

The poem, Things (below), has an imaginative take on the common objects of life, naming them after parts of the body – face, legs, back, tongue, lips, neck, heart, eye, and mouth. I particularly like the “emotional language” of the bells. I reminded of my Camino walks and the ringing of cathedral bells in the villages and towns and how the sound of the bells was, as if, from centuries past.

Important Stuff – Tentative Plan:

  • When/Who: May 16/20: 7:30 am ArnpriorCycling/MAFIA
  • Start: Stinsons on White lake Rd.
  • Where: Pinnacle via Burnstown, Renfrew, S McNaughton
  • Coffee: MFB Arnprior after the ride(?)
  • Description: 95 kms of rolling countryside
  • Weather: Mix of sun and cloud, wind west 15-25 kms; Temperature 9-15C

Meantime: stay fit, firm, fine – always.

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What happened is, we grew lonely
living among the things,
so we gave the clock a face,
the chair a back,
the table four stout legs
which will never suffer fatigue.
We fitted our shoes with tongues
as smooth as our own
and hung tongues inside bells
so we could listen
to their emotional language,
and because we loved graceful profiles
the pitcher received a lip,
the bottle a long, slender neck.
Even what was beyond us
was recast in our image;
we gave the country a heart,
the storm an eye,
the cave a mouth
so we could pass into safety. Lisel Mueller

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