It was a hard cycle to the this morning: Oliver was grumpy, the trail was crowded, and we were both out of shape and overdressed for the weather.
But we persevered, made it to Gallant’s for our smoked salmon bagel, and then back down to the farmers’ market; once we had food and drink in us, brighter times prevailed.
If you’d told me a year ago that Oliver and I would successfully build a 12 km cycle into our Saturday morning routine I’d not have believed you. But I’m so glad we did: grumpiness notwithstanding, it’s the highlight of my week.
How does an overturned safe end up in the ditch beside the Confederation Trail? Oliver speculated it was a drunken burglary gone wrong. If you’re missing your safe, it’s between Joe Ghiz Park and the 1911 Jail.
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It's not in a safe place.
It's not in a safe place.
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