Calgary. 1,3335 I'm staying with Jerry, Delia's dad. Jerry is the sweetest, most generous, affable person I've ever met. Not to mention he's the absolute roll model as to how to defy age. Jerry back country skis, runs flooded rivers, and races 130 km in a cycling fondo, amazing the work with he's age: 83. I'm being spoilt. Really spoilt. But it's so nice to be able to wash gear, read and be normal for a day. I've now ridden 1,335 km. Nine days. The body is feeling surprisingly good. No flats tires. One (and half) days of rain. Whimpered about the endless hills. I've met some amazing Canadians who inspire me to ride on. I've seen the bluest sky imaginable on the Rockies. Raced from the craziest lightening storm in Canmore. Struggled with the distance some days, when out of food, and ate gluttonously where possible. I've slept hard and long in my tent by the side of the road and here at Jerry's house has a deeper sleep than I ever ima