|White and magenta flowers|
20 July 2014
19 July 2014
|Unknown blue flowers|
14 July 2014
10 July 2014
08 July 2014
|juvenile Cooper's Hawk in a conifer|
06 July 2014
|Preparations to string new cables on Dupont St.|
I presume that happens Monday. I also presume that Monday is a good day to avoid the area, traffic-wise.
There have been a few more bike rides, several successful episodes of wheel truing subsequent to the bike rides, and a general attempt to say away from the parts of town where the World Cup is a thing. Also some writing; Commonweal #3 is harder to write than #1 or #2 were, but it seems to be moving a bit at long last.
27 June 2014
It was a really nice day today, after a couple days of, respectively, threatened toad-strangling rain and actual toad-strangling (or at least "divided highway and subway station flooding") rain. So I was dithering between riding up the Humber and riding along the Waterfront trail going west (World Pride is on, in a downtown still with much ongoing construction; staying the pluperfect out of downtown is a Good Plan until after Canada Day.) Turns out my feet wanted to go up the Humber.
|The end of the West Humber trail just short of Steeles Ave.|
|Reality lacks a road|
This is complicated by the presence of railroads, divided highways, twisty old subdivision road layouts, and my own rather lamentable tendency to optimism; I wound up well north of Steels on Martin Grove Road (we call this "turning the wrong way"), and started trying to figure out how to pick up some westing without, preferably, having to travel on Steeles or Highway 7, since I didn't have that reasonably nimble armoured vehicle. The GPS showed a bike-path scale road that might just make it between Martin Grove and Highway 27, and 27 would at least get me south again. (So would have turning around; that would have been much more sensible.) Said bike-path is actually not, it's a full two lanes and paved and in gorgeous shape, because it's the access road for the Claireville Transformer Station. Which, alas, has a fence; a large, alarmed, multi-layer, extra barbed wire, fence. Which I crept around, on the little gravel fringe, in the hope of road continuing on the other side.
So, pluses; I can slog through three hundred metres of tall grass, thistles, and whatnot in the new cycling shoes; I can get around the fence on the little gravel border without too many thistles or raspberries, and I even found the actual gate gap in the far fence, the one that picture is looking back from, rather than trying to lift the Hypothesis over full-up pagewire fence. I should still have turned around.
But I did get back over the 407 intact, despite the best efforts of a concealed ~15cm rise where a sidewalk started at a crossing light (nearly took the rear wheel off!), and was able to mostly follow the plan, so far as getting home goes. And (so far) my legs haven't fallen off. (And average cycling speed's up a bit, which the transformer station slog makes less than obvious in the available track stats.)