For those of you who followed my blog last summer there is no need to introduce you to TIm, my HUSBAND. My WHAT??? Oh yeah, I’m married. How bizarre. That is certainly something I never thought I would say!
So here’s the story: Near the start of my bike trip last summer, I was in a bike shop in Grand Forks, BC getting a bolt to fix my dodgy stem. I got chatting with another customer, Kim, who told me he and his wife were leaving the following week to start on their own cross-Canada cycling trip. We discussed routes, exchanged cell phone numbers and agreed to try to meet up on the road somewhere. It wasn’t until I was having a long-overdue day off in Forget, Saskatchewan, that we managed to meet up again, and when Kim and Deby rode up in the rain they had this English guy Tim in tow. (I actually forget the details of how they had met up, but for the purposes of this story it doesn’t matter). I was pretty excited to have company – this was just after I had decided to quit when I got to Winnipeg because I was lonely and not having fun. The four of us rode together until Kim and Deby had to go north to Brandon to get bike parts. Tim and I kept riding along the southern route, and we met up with Kim and Deby again in Thunder Bay. I was expecting Tim on any given day to ride off into the sunrise – clearly he was capable of doing many more kms, and more quickly, than I could do each day! But he had six months of holiday time and was in no rush.
Tim and I enjoyed each other’s company and soon settled into a room-mate like existence, albeit in tents, not rooms! And so it went on, you all read or skimmed or pretended to read my blog and maybe Tim’s too last summer, and so I won’t retell all those stories here. Suffice it to say that by the time we had been in Newfoundland for a while it was clear that Tim and I wanted to be more than room-mates.
In the fall after we had both finished our bike trips and Tim was home in Sheffield, England the planning began. He came to visit me here in Wells in late November, and we snowshoed and skied.
Tim came to visit me again in January and we skied, got married on skis, and skied some more. He was just here in March, too, and guess what we did: we skied! I am over the moon to find someone who is enthusiastic about skiing, even if he is still a bit rusty on the downhill bits!
OK, OK, enough with the boring ski photos: here are the ones you’re waiting for. These, too, look like ski photos, but really they are wedding photos.
I have had two people on separate occasions tell me that they and their partners have been inspired by the simplicity of our wedding. I am pleased to inspire people with simplicity. I am not on a quest to see the whole world married, of course, but if more people can marry in more practical ways, then I am all for it! I have always been perplexed by the weird, expensive, showy, complicated, and “traditional” weddings – what does it all mean? And do you know how many pairs of skis you could buy with all that money? Maybe even a bike or two.
Tim and I and our wedding party had a fabulous dinner the evening of our wedding cooked by my friend Sharon at her house here in Wells. We were home by 8:30 (although I do believe I was a tad drunk – Sharon paired some lovely wines with each of our dinner courses). The wedding day photos were all taken by a local photographer, Lynn Connor (Lynn has a new website: http://www.seewhateyesee.ca)
All this to give context to this season’s cycling blog: On May 1 I fly to the UK and Tim and I will cycle in northern Scotland for three and a bit weeks. Hopefully by then they have dug all the sheep out of the snowdrifts. In August Tim and I will take my nephews, aged 8 and almost 6, on a three-day cycling trip on the Kettle Valley Railway in southern BC. And there may be plans afoot to ride through the backroads from Wells to Kamloops in the fall. Stay tuned!