A play on words I am now at Golden in the Canadian Rockies having just spent two days of sweeping curves, mountain passes in both upward and downward traverses and a collage of greenery that rivals the Redwood forests of the Western USA states. However one needed to keep a sharp lookout when riding as the native fanua such as Big Horn sheep, Elk & deer frequently decide the grass is greener on the other side of the roadway. Today I even encounted a traffic...

How often is one afforded the opportunity to have a concrete lunch? To add to this blog I ended up with a non flushing toilet so maybe it was an omen to have a concrete lunch. Lets not forget that I have not long came from Portland in Oregon, the home of cement. Even in Australia people are familiar with Portland cement. Therefore being offered the opportunity to partake of a Concrete lunch on the way North to Canada seemed an unusual opportunity not to be missed...