Today I would get to Winnipeg. I remember that name from my childhood because my dad used to talk about his time there​ with a sparkle in his eyes.

Cycling through the Prairies against headwind is the ultimate form of Stoicism. You can fight it but then you won’t last long. You can’t really hide either. You can only accept it and humbly pedal at a lower speed that is doable in the long run. ​