Remember all those steps I took in Hawaii? I wanted to keep up my exercising, so I went on a road trip to Whistler, B.C. with the specific intent to do a little riding.
Laurie—my cello-playing friend—and I lugged the bikes down two flights of stairs, almost got sideswiped by a crabby tourist lady, met a really nice man from Cape Town, saw a sign saying “bear in area,” got jumped on by a muddy dog at a lake, and missed one of our turn-offs, but most importantly, we encountered no bears or heart attacks.
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