Training
The motto of yesterday's training was 'something is better than nothing'. Ended up riding 90 minutes out and back on Westside road. Saw a lot of deer. Not much else happened. This morning I woke up to mixture of freezing rain and snow. Way to hit me with the door on the way out, Invermere!

Plans
Plan B is to take a bus to Victoria and just start my trip there. Skip the mountains and the weather.

Equipment
The BOB trailer arrived two days ago. Unfortunately the rear axle skewer thingy (i can't believe I'm an engineer. embarrassing! Waterloo probably can't believe it either.) doesn't fit my bike. According to the website this problem is 'easily fixable with a threading die, a metal cutting saw, and a ruler'. A statement I am very suspicious of, so off to the bike store I go.

Hair
The hair debate rages on. My mom thinks I would look great in short hair, but I need to be 'ready' for that decision, and not merely cut it because of this bike trip. I'm leaning back towards braids with a bandanna. Can't argue with the bandannas' ability to cover a multitude of hair sins.

Packing
Everytime I move, I have to get rid of stuff that I previously thought was worth moving. Some of the items that aren't making the cut this time:

- my downhill suit bought when I was 15. Which I've only used once for non-costume events since I quit racing. It was a light blue suit with yellow spider webs all over it - very retro 70s for 1993. Technically, my dad bought it for my younger sister, because he had already bought me a pair of skis and didn't want it to look like I was getting more ski stuff. He then hinted that we 'could share'. My sister took one look at it and handed it over to me with a flat 'I'm not wearing that'. I don't think she's *ever* worn it. hmmmm - Lyn? Would you like your downhill suit back? Let me know.

- My clock radio from high school. Yes. That clock radio has been with me pretty much everywhere, but has been functionally replaced by my phone, which is approximately 2% of its size and weight. (actually that is not true, my phone does not play tape cassettes).

- My tape cassettes (a collective 'awwwwww' for all my old mixes that I taped off the radio). Not to mention my first music purchase ever - the soundtrack to Dirty Dancing - also the very first time I used an ATM. It was quite the day).

- My engineer texts failed to make the cut last time. This time its my law text books. Being donated to my current place of employment. Except for the 'Criminal Code' a book I like to keep visible in my car in case I get pulled over). "What's that you say Officer, what section? Let me just look that up ..."

- Art. My art that does not lie flat, or fit into my car. I went through a 'quasi-sculpture' phase of art sometime last winter, throwing aside the limitations of the 2-d 8.5 x 11 page. These have now got to go. Farewell 8 square feet of Sisyphus and his boulder made from carefully dripping candles (took me *forever*, didn't age well). Or the crumpled paper statutes of naked people 'held' together by an entire can of varnish.
We will always have our memories!