On the third day of Gavin’s fundraising ride for Ecojustice, he meets a walking, talking contradiction named Carol Anne. Gavin also learns from Carol Anne’s mother a humbling lesson about Algonquin Park’s hills and the fate of many a cyclist before him.

June 13
Distance Travelled: 90.93 km (Riverland Camp and Lodge, Madawaska)

Absolutely gorgeous from Deacon to Madawaska. Very little headwind, but I got soaked after Barry’s Bay. More uphill than downhill. No bars or restaurants open in Madawaska to watch Canucks game 6, so I checked into a cheap B&B with a TV in the lounge. Given the Canucks resounding loss, maybe not the most fruitful investment.

Carol Anne checked me in. I found her out back, through the kitchen, as there didn’t seem to be anyone around at first. Carol Anne had an interesting habit of telling me things that she wasn’t supposed to do and then doing them. When I first met her, she had a cigarette that she brought into the lounge: “I’m not supposed to do that.” Later, she let her extremely tiny chihuahua into the dining area. Again, not supposed to do that. It seemed like she helped run the place for her mother, a half-crochety half-friendly woman who thought it necessary to inform me that a lot of people have to walk their bikes up some of the hills in Algonquin, so there was no shame in me doing it if I couldn’t make it.

Tune in tomorrow for Days 4 and 5 of the trip, which include something that snaps, a truck driver named Bert, greasy Chinese food and a disappointing Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Final.