The cycle of snack

A while back, I borrowed a mountain bike from a generous friend. Recently, my partner, Fred, has hijacked it a few times.

Now, part of the attraction of cycling is getting to eat while you ride. Eating is encouraged, to keep energy levels high.

But Fred seems to gain additional pleasure from the very process of stashing his eats. Believe me, there's genuine glee on display when he's tucking snacks into various pieces of his clothing (don't ask!) or taping them to the crossbar of the bicycle.

Anyhow, thought it might be interesting to look at Fred's logbook. Each time, he started in downtown St. John's and headed straight outside the city. Plenty of great routes, right at the doorstep.

Ride 1 (20 miles)

• snacks
  • dried apricots
  • trail mix

• highlights
  • llamas in a pasture
  • lady walking her miniature pony down the road

Ride 2 (20 miles)

• snacks
  • raisins + peanuts + pumpkin seeds
  • hunks of date-walnut cake

• highlights:
  • beaver dam
  • Labrador retrievers running amok

Ride 3 (25 miles)

• snacks
  • banana
  • energy bar

• highlights/lowlights: 
  • homemade wind generator
  • remains of butchered moose (head, legs) discarded on roadside

Clearly, cycling Newfoundland provides a feast not only for the tastebuds, but for the other senses as well.