That’s one tired RoadDog. A weekend of biking can be exhausting.
A number of people have been asking me how Jake is adjusting to Steve and I travelling on two bikes instead of one. Let me assure you, he’s doing just fine.
After the insecurity of that first evening of separation, our RoadDog adapted quickly. Once he figured out that I was still there with them, just slightly further away, and would be there to get him out of his carrier whenever we stopped, Jake was back to his happy-go-lucky, ready-to-roll self.
I spent the first couple of weeks riding in front of Steve so he could keep an eye on me and tell me what I was doing wrong (yes, I really did invite my husband to correct me). I then decided I’d rather ride behind Steve, so now all Jake has to do is look out of the back of his carrier and there I am. I try to make a point of saying hi to him when we stop at lights or intersections and he seems to be doing great. Admittedly, we’ve been riding even more than usual lately which equals more Tim’s stops which equals more Timbits … I’m sure you know where this is going.
To answer the other question people have been asking, no I really can’t see what Jake does inside his carrier when we’re moving. He’s typically sitting up when we stop, but I can’t see inside when we’re moving. The carrier is shaded, of course, and I’m not brave enough yet to get really close.
This past weekend, we went around the Aspotogan Peninsula on Saturday afternoon. Sunday saw the three of us head to the Valley again, up through Caledonia to Annapolis, then along to Bridgetown. We took a lovely loop out to the coast of the Bay of Fundy to Port George and Margaretsville. I don’t think I’ve ever been there before and it was really nice. By that point it was getting late and we didn’t have a lot of time, but I’d like to go back there and explore another time. There was a beautiful park with lots of rocks for Jake to scramble over as he likes to do.
We went home, quickly barbecued some burgers, then headed to Blockhouse to the Happy Cooker where our motorcycle club gathers on Sunday evenings. The three of us enjoyed a visit and some ice cream (yes Jake had a Timbit and ice cream in one day – it’s summertime for Heaven’s sake). Actually, one of the club members, Bob, seemed quite happy to feed Jake his little cup of vanilla spoonful by spoonful while Steve and I downed our dripping cones.
All in all, it was a great weekend, particularly given that the forecast kept calling for rain. We were all tired and content on Sunday evening.