It’s been a long two days of driving from Winnipeg to Hinton, Alberta, at the edge of the Rocky Mountains, but we are finally here, anxiously awaiting the start of the 2017 Habitat for Humanity Cycle of Hope. When I say anxiously, I mean anxiously, for me at least. Riding the ups and downs of the beautiful Canadian Rockies promises to be a challenging but worthwhile endeavour.
For those of you who have followed my blog for the last few years, you will be well acquainted with the Cycle of Hope. A fundraising bike ride for Habitat for Humanity Manitoba, the Cycle of Hope is celebrating its 24th year of successfully financing the construction, each year, of a Habitat home for a Manitoba family.
Like many kids of my generation, I grew up riding my bike. Our parents didn’t drive us everywhere. Life was safer then and we had a lot more freedom than kids of today. Also, typical of my generation, once I was of driving age, the bike was left behind and I would drive whenever I could convince my mom to let me borrow the family car. If I couldn’t get the car, then some other friend would drive. We most certainly wouldn’t be caught riding our bikes. It quickly became something that only little kids did.
Like most kids growing up in the 60s, I loved to ride my bike. It was the freedom to move. To travel unencumbered in the world. To see new places, away from the watchful eyes of our parents.