For the upcoming Grand Prix Cycliste events in Quebec and Montreal I will be doing some video work as well. Previously I've used my little point-and-shoot cameras for this as it was convenient (at the cost of quality). This year I expect to be doing more significant video coverage and so I've expanded my toolkit a little... three items in particular:
a Rode VideoMic Pro, a viewfinder and a shoulder rig to support it while filming.
I'm looking forward to testing it out over the weekend at the Shelter Valley Folk Festival. Here's a shot of what my video setup looks like. This is the 7D, it also fits the 5D MkII so I have options.
On the road to re-establishing my inner artistic, photographic and journalistic self. ©2011 - 2014
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
What a difference a day makes
Andrea and I stayed over at our friend Liz's place Friday (camped in the driveway).
This was to combine a dinner and socializing with a mountain bike ride on the secret trails of Erin with some Lapdogs friends. And it was a great evening, stayed up late chatting after a Thai dinner in Dundas. Then a drive to Erin (getting lost along the way... hmmm) and into the woods for 11 sections of amazing singletrack. What a blast!
Knowing I would be slower I was only planning on doing one loop while the rest were going to do two. I had time to relax a little before they came out and having the camper made that pretty easy! Then a pub lunch, basking in the warmth of the day... mmmm.
I'll call this day one, and here's my photo of it...
Today, as Irene makes her violent way up the east coast we are relaxing in gentle breezes and soft light from an overcast sky. We started the day very leisurely, had coffee while reading the Times, and then Andrea got into baking bread and such.
Here's my participation in that, day 2 of the weekend...
What a difference a day makes :-)
This was to combine a dinner and socializing with a mountain bike ride on the secret trails of Erin with some Lapdogs friends. And it was a great evening, stayed up late chatting after a Thai dinner in Dundas. Then a drive to Erin (getting lost along the way... hmmm) and into the woods for 11 sections of amazing singletrack. What a blast!
Knowing I would be slower I was only planning on doing one loop while the rest were going to do two. I had time to relax a little before they came out and having the camper made that pretty easy! Then a pub lunch, basking in the warmth of the day... mmmm.
I'll call this day one, and here's my photo of it...
The Ogre |
Today, as Irene makes her violent way up the east coast we are relaxing in gentle breezes and soft light from an overcast sky. We started the day very leisurely, had coffee while reading the Times, and then Andrea got into baking bread and such.
Here's my participation in that, day 2 of the weekend...
The gnome? |
What a difference a day makes :-)
Monday, August 22, 2011
The Big Tour, continued (and concluded)
[Warning: long entry!]
Here's the final trip report from France and le Tour... not sure why it's taken me so long to wrap it up, blame it on "retirement".
I left off in the Pyrenees, with the Belgians heading north while Andrea and I stayed put; trip 3 was really nice with no places we had to be, nothing in particular we had to do, and beautiful France all around. We did elect to stay in the same hotel one more night thinking that a ride on one of the climbs would be easy to arrange if we were still there. As it turned out we enjoyed a relaxing evening and then headed to Provence the next morning where we got a couple of great rides in.
A chance encounter in the hotel with Spike and Ann was really cool, a couple of folks we had met in Belgium in 2010 and whose company we enjoyed. Passionate about cycling, great people. It was funny to find out we had spent the night in the same little hotel without bumping into each other. We were to bump into them again later...
So off we went to Provence, with a hotel room booked in le Barroux for one night. We have been in that area on a number of trips and have stayed nearby, this was our first time staying there. I would certainly recommend the hotel we had (Les Geraniums) and the restaurant they have. We asked about vegetarian meals and they assured us that the chef would come up with a meal to delight... he succeeded.
We had enough time there to get a ride in the first evening and then a longer morning ride before packing up. As this was our "vacation" we opted to ride around in the valley and enjoy the scenery rather than spend the entire time climbing up Mont Ventoux (we have both already climbed it so while it was tempting there was a little "been there, done that"). After the ride, we packed up and made our way through Nyons where we got on the next day's race route. We followed it all the way to the finish in Gap, amazed at all the campers set up and waiting for le Tour to arrive. It's something I hope to write about in some future entry after having done it myself. Perhaps that will be part of next year's adventures...
From Gap we went on to Briancon which would be featured in a couple of the following stages. This was our final night on our own and it was also our first opportunity to ride in the mountains without having the Tour limit what we could do. Andrea decided that Col de L'Izoard would make a great choice and it was certainly an easy climb to reach from Briancon. So we had a great evening in the old fortified village up the mountain where all the roads are either up or down. And then the next day we headed out to ride.
L'Izoard is about 15km long as it climbs toward Italy and we were attentive to the weather forecasts. The day before, some cyclo-tourists had been stranded on the Galibier because of snow. At the end of the day, it's good that we were attentive. I opted to ride part way up while Andrea intended to climb to the top. Knowing she's not excited about descending I said I would go back to get the Traffic and meet her at the top. I got close to 1/2 way up before it was time to turn back. And about then the weather started to turn too. I was fine on the way back, surprised by the 14+% grade as I headed through Briancon toward the hotel and the spot the Traffic was parked. Then the drive up... a little rain at first, then more. Colder, a nip of winter. At the top, I kept the Traffic running and by the time Andrea got in and changed the weather had changed too. Mid July. Snow. As we drove back down, the cyclists on the road were a sorry sight. Determined folks suffering their way up.
Another drive along the Tour route... from France to Italy, almost to the Sestriere which was on the route the next day. The Tour would climb that same 14+% road out of Briancon that I had and seeing it on TV later was amazing. I know how hard that bit of pavement is to get up and I know it was an easy part of their day!
Ouch.
The whole time of this "trip #3" we were close to the race and didn't spend any time actually following it. We drove the route when it wasn't race day, we rode parts of the route when it wasn't race day, we watched coverage when it wasn't prime time. We were there and focused elsewhere (for those few days).
Then... it was time to head to Italy and the hotel reserved for the tour group in Susa. We drove over the climb from France to Italy and turned left just before the climb up the Sestriere. Driving the route it was easy to know that when we had the opportunity a day later we would ride it. Around 40km, almost all downhill.
We arrived in Susa before Wim and the bus full of customers who had signed up for the second Thomas Cook Sport trip (the Alps and Paris) so we strolled around a little and relaxed. When they did arrive (later than expected due to traffic in Grenoble) we all headed out to a nice little restaurant the hotel owner had recommended. This group was made up entirely of Flemish Belgians except for Andrea and me and so most of the conversation wasn't going to be understood by us. Because of the size of the group they came in the bigger bus which meant they needed two drivers because of the length of the drive. The second driver took the train home the next day, his job done (Note: don't try to buy a train ticket for someone else in Europe... I'm still not sure if that's been sorted out). That left Wim & Rudi to drive the bus and the Traffic and my only responsibility now was taking photographs.
Day 1 of "Trip #4 "was a short drive to the race route for Stage 17 (Gap to Pinerolo) which went through Briancon and along the same road we had driven the day before. Then they climbed the Sestriere, which is where we headed to see the race. Andrea, Wim, Rudi and I all had our bikes loaded in the trailer and everyone was in the bus. We considered riding there from the hotel however it was a long climb to get to the Cat 1 climb so we took the bus and instead planned to ride back after.
Wim dropped us off, just in time to see Ann ride by and then knowing Spike was coming soon we got out and waited to say hi. It was great to see him out riding, and it was great to be out riding too!
It was a beautiful day and the ride up was amazing... lots of people, lots of encouragement, lots of anticipation. After coming back down, I waited for Andrea at the spot we started at (knowing that some frites were the reward). Then it was down a little further to where the bus was parked and where there was an unexpected buzz happening... the girlfriend of Belgian star "VDB" (who had abandoned earlier in le Tour) was painting up a storm at the turn we were parked at. This was a preamble to the TV show that evening which was featured on Belgian TV.
Wim and Rudi had some time to ride too so we all headed up. Having gone up the slope already Andrea and I only rode a little way up, they went farther and totally enjoyed it. With good reason, it's a great road, a great climb, on a great day.
Then the race came our way, we watched them come down the far slope into Italy and then saw the break begin the climb. Then the chase group, then the peloton, then the autobus. It was early in the climb and not near the stage finish so the race lead was wide open. After the race passed we went down the slope to the village below. Andrea and I waited around hoping to see Ann and Spike come back down... eventually we gave up and looked for our group in a bar watching the race finish on TV.
When the stage was done, everyone hopped into the bus. We got our wind jackets and started riding. It really was almost all downhill, very sweet! And it made the one small uphill section feel incredibly hard... I suspect it was that our muscles had gotten tight and stiff from not needing to do any work. The group had dinner on their own that night so we found a nearby restaurant and had a delicious pizza. Then an early night.
The next day had us heading to stage start in Pinerolo and then back to France to see how far up the Galibier we would be able to get. A group of young Belgians joined up with the group this day and they wanted to ride up the Galibier. Andrea was delighted to have some cycling company so off they went with Rudi driving them to Briancon. It was another bright and beautiful day, perfect for riding and taking photos. Pinerolo is a pretty town nestled at the foot of the mountains and they were very happy to have both a stage finish and a start.
After the start we drove back along the road to Briancon where Wim worked his magic and got us on the route. We made it well up the Lautaret, stopping with around 18KM to go to the top of the Galibier. Andrea was sitting at the side of the road a little below the 20KM to go sign so she hopped on her bike and rode up to see where we parked. As is often the case with mountain-top finishes there isn't enough room at the top for all the team buses and media and fans so for this stage everything was stopped at the top of the Lautaret where it connected to the Galibier. Andrea (and everyone else who didn't do it the day before) had been able to ride up that far and no further.
We were ahead of the publicity caravan so there were lots of goodies being tossed our way when they did arrive. And when the cyclists arrived, it was Andy at the front doing a huge amount of work to try to get into yellow. You'll find race photos in my Picasa gallery, I'll add a shot of the beauty we got to admire while the racers were focused on the wheel in front of them...
We stopped in at Briancon for dinner on the way back, the town was filled with the teams and their buses so we spent a little time admiring the dedication of the mechanics as well as the sweet bikes the racers use. This shot of the cassettes was one that caught my eye, others include the custom paint jobs the Pharma-Lotto team's Canyon bikes have.
Back to the hotel in Susa, a long drive over a winding mountain road in the dark made for a late night. And the next day would be a long drive too as we were headed for Alpe d'Huez.
The plan was to drive over the mountains to the race route before the start and then take a detour over the Col de la Croix de Fer and then down to a town next to d'Huez. This was meant to make the exit easier and for Andrea and I it meant a nice ride. We got dropped off at the top of the climb and had almost 25KM of descending to reach the bottom of the valley while the rest of the group drove to Oz en Oisans where they would take the gondola up and over to Alpe d'Huez. Of course, Oz en Oisans is a ski station... so once we finished that lovely descent (about 45 minutes to get down) we had a 9KM climb. D'Huez is "only" 13KM, it felt like we were riding up its steeper little neighbour. It took longer to go up that 9KM than it did to go down the 25. We did find the bus waiting for us and after we changed and cooled down for a minute Wim, Rudi, Andrea and I hopped in a gondola and headed to the race.
The idea of taking this route made a lot of sense, it takes hours to get down via the main road and then the traffic at the bottom is hellish. So we all went our separate ways with orders to meet back at the gondola after the race was done. It was an exciting stage (I think any stage on d'Huez is likely to be) and this was our third stage finish we have seen here. The spot we picked was about 500M from the finish just before the sharp left to the line. The crowds were huge and we had to defend out little space as latecomers were looking for any free space to squeeze into. Our spot was on some stairs so we wouldn't have anyone in front of us and we were close to a TV where Andrea could go to get updates.
Contador was trying to redeem his tour with a stage win, however the youngster Rolland would have none of it. With his team captain Voeckler struggling and sure to lose the yellow jersey Rolland was set free to go for the win. When he came by it was clear he just had that little extra that the two Spaniards were lacking.
We wandered by the podium on our way back to the Gondola and I managed to get a few shots however the crowds were huge and so we just kept going. Once back to our appointed meeting spot, people were slowly trickling in so Wim suggested we all grab a bite to eat in a nearby restaurant while we waited for everyone.
Everyone showed up except one... the oldest member of the group. As it was getting late and the gondolas would stop running Wim had to make a quick decision, sending the group up over the mountain to where the bus was parked and then sending Rudi in the Traffic to drive back to the foot of d'Huez to start searching for him (a human needle in a haystack). Needless to say, it made for a long night. They did find him though and got him safely back to the hotel that night.
Next up was the time trial in Grenoble. We packed up all of our stuff as we were headed to a hotel near Paris after the stage and got off as early as we could (people were a little tired from the late night). At least with the ITT people would be close to the bus so we wouldn't have a repeat of the previous day. The start and finish used the same stretch of road and Wim got us to a great spot within the final KM. We could see the racers starting, and then watch as they came in about an hour later. For the early racers Andrea and I wandered around a little, checking out the start area and the turn the racers made as the headed the final 100M to the finish. We had a start list so we knew when the racers we wanted to see would show up and I was able to get some great shots. When it came down to the final 10 riders to start, we were glued to our spot so we could see them well. The determination on their faces as the came by us early was impressive... you could see they all wanted to give it their best. The image I see most vividly is that of Evans' face as he was coming in to finish. Fierce! None of the other riders looked as powerful or in complete control as he did. We knew his time was good, good enough to put him in the yellow jersey. Almost good enough to win the stage, a handful of seconds behind Martin.
Then it was yet another long drive to the outskirts of Paris. We opted to ride with Rudi in the Traffic as he could make a little better time than the big bus. As the first to arrive, we checked in without problem and were looking forward to crawling into bed for a long sleep. When we opened the door to our room, it was clear we had woken whoever was already in that room! Quickly closing the door, we went back down to get it sorted out... I've never had that happen, and I certainly wouldn't want to be the person in the room having their door opened!
At breakfast, the room filled up with people wearing polka-dot clothes... the entire Carrefour publicity caravan had spent the night there. Once everyone was up we loaded up the bus and headed to the final stage. It was a very short stage and started late so we didn't need to rush. Wim dropped everyone off and then took us to our hotel (not far from the Pantheon and easy to get to). While the rest of the group went off to explore Paris, we four had a nice lunch and talked about how the trips had gone. There were lots of lessons learned, fine-tuning to be done for future trips, opportunities to provide even more access to the race. Overall though... it was very impressive and I would rate it a big success.
We parted ways after lunch and it was liberating to know we were now totally on our own. We watched the race go by a little, however we didn't stick around for long. Just long enough to see Evans in yellow. My job was done, trip 5 had begun, and we were going to enjoy our vacation in Paris. I've included a few photos in the Picasa Gallery...
I hope you've enjoyed this report. It's taken a while to write and there were lots of little stories to tell along the way. I've left out quite a few, the two entries are quite long enough. If you want to hear more, I'll be happy to spin a tale over a beer : )
Here's a link to the full 2011 TdF gallery, I've added a few more photos as I put this entry together.
Here's the final trip report from France and le Tour... not sure why it's taken me so long to wrap it up, blame it on "retirement".
I left off in the Pyrenees, with the Belgians heading north while Andrea and I stayed put; trip 3 was really nice with no places we had to be, nothing in particular we had to do, and beautiful France all around. We did elect to stay in the same hotel one more night thinking that a ride on one of the climbs would be easy to arrange if we were still there. As it turned out we enjoyed a relaxing evening and then headed to Provence the next morning where we got a couple of great rides in.
A chance encounter in the hotel with Spike and Ann was really cool, a couple of folks we had met in Belgium in 2010 and whose company we enjoyed. Passionate about cycling, great people. It was funny to find out we had spent the night in the same little hotel without bumping into each other. We were to bump into them again later...
So off we went to Provence, with a hotel room booked in le Barroux for one night. We have been in that area on a number of trips and have stayed nearby, this was our first time staying there. I would certainly recommend the hotel we had (Les Geraniums) and the restaurant they have. We asked about vegetarian meals and they assured us that the chef would come up with a meal to delight... he succeeded.
Les Geraniums at Le Barroux |
A three course meal, delicious |
Andrea in Bedoin, one of the places to begin the climb up Ventoux |
Driving to Briancon |
Col de L'Izoard |
Another drive along the Tour route... from France to Italy, almost to the Sestriere which was on the route the next day. The Tour would climb that same 14+% road out of Briancon that I had and seeing it on TV later was amazing. I know how hard that bit of pavement is to get up and I know it was an easy part of their day!
Ouch.
The whole time of this "trip #3" we were close to the race and didn't spend any time actually following it. We drove the route when it wasn't race day, we rode parts of the route when it wasn't race day, we watched coverage when it wasn't prime time. We were there and focused elsewhere (for those few days).
Savines Le Lac, one of many beautiful places along the way |
We arrived in Susa before Wim and the bus full of customers who had signed up for the second Thomas Cook Sport trip (the Alps and Paris) so we strolled around a little and relaxed. When they did arrive (later than expected due to traffic in Grenoble) we all headed out to a nice little restaurant the hotel owner had recommended. This group was made up entirely of Flemish Belgians except for Andrea and me and so most of the conversation wasn't going to be understood by us. Because of the size of the group they came in the bigger bus which meant they needed two drivers because of the length of the drive. The second driver took the train home the next day, his job done (Note: don't try to buy a train ticket for someone else in Europe... I'm still not sure if that's been sorted out). That left Wim & Rudi to drive the bus and the Traffic and my only responsibility now was taking photographs.
Day 1 of "Trip #4 "was a short drive to the race route for Stage 17 (Gap to Pinerolo) which went through Briancon and along the same road we had driven the day before. Then they climbed the Sestriere, which is where we headed to see the race. Andrea, Wim, Rudi and I all had our bikes loaded in the trailer and everyone was in the bus. We considered riding there from the hotel however it was a long climb to get to the Cat 1 climb so we took the bus and instead planned to ride back after.
Wim dropped us off, just in time to see Ann ride by and then knowing Spike was coming soon we got out and waited to say hi. It was great to see him out riding, and it was great to be out riding too!
Spike and Andrea on the Sestriere |
Wim and Rudi had some time to ride too so we all headed up. Having gone up the slope already Andrea and I only rode a little way up, they went farther and totally enjoyed it. With good reason, it's a great road, a great climb, on a great day.
Then the race came our way, we watched them come down the far slope into Italy and then saw the break begin the climb. Then the chase group, then the peloton, then the autobus. It was early in the climb and not near the stage finish so the race lead was wide open. After the race passed we went down the slope to the village below. Andrea and I waited around hoping to see Ann and Spike come back down... eventually we gave up and looked for our group in a bar watching the race finish on TV.
When the stage was done, everyone hopped into the bus. We got our wind jackets and started riding. It really was almost all downhill, very sweet! And it made the one small uphill section feel incredibly hard... I suspect it was that our muscles had gotten tight and stiff from not needing to do any work. The group had dinner on their own that night so we found a nearby restaurant and had a delicious pizza. Then an early night.
The next day had us heading to stage start in Pinerolo and then back to France to see how far up the Galibier we would be able to get. A group of young Belgians joined up with the group this day and they wanted to ride up the Galibier. Andrea was delighted to have some cycling company so off they went with Rudi driving them to Briancon. It was another bright and beautiful day, perfect for riding and taking photos. Pinerolo is a pretty town nestled at the foot of the mountains and they were very happy to have both a stage finish and a start.
Pinerolo, Italy |
Pinerolo, Italy |
Look closely, there are team buses on that road |
Even though he wasn't still in polka-dots, Hoogerland was still a hero |
The beauty of the French Alps |
Pick a gear, any gear |
The plan was to drive over the mountains to the race route before the start and then take a detour over the Col de la Croix de Fer and then down to a town next to d'Huez. This was meant to make the exit easier and for Andrea and I it meant a nice ride. We got dropped off at the top of the climb and had almost 25KM of descending to reach the bottom of the valley while the rest of the group drove to Oz en Oisans where they would take the gondola up and over to Alpe d'Huez. Of course, Oz en Oisans is a ski station... so once we finished that lovely descent (about 45 minutes to get down) we had a 9KM climb. D'Huez is "only" 13KM, it felt like we were riding up its steeper little neighbour. It took longer to go up that 9KM than it did to go down the 25. We did find the bus waiting for us and after we changed and cooled down for a minute Wim, Rudi, Andrea and I hopped in a gondola and headed to the race.
The iron Cross at the top |
Col de la Croix de Fer |
Contador was trying to redeem his tour with a stage win, however the youngster Rolland would have none of it. With his team captain Voeckler struggling and sure to lose the yellow jersey Rolland was set free to go for the win. When he came by it was clear he just had that little extra that the two Spaniards were lacking.
Camping on d'Huez |
Everyone showed up except one... the oldest member of the group. As it was getting late and the gondolas would stop running Wim had to make a quick decision, sending the group up over the mountain to where the bus was parked and then sending Rudi in the Traffic to drive back to the foot of d'Huez to start searching for him (a human needle in a haystack). Needless to say, it made for a long night. They did find him though and got him safely back to the hotel that night.
Cancellara |
The victor, finally |
At breakfast, the room filled up with people wearing polka-dot clothes... the entire Carrefour publicity caravan had spent the night there. Once everyone was up we loaded up the bus and headed to the final stage. It was a very short stage and started late so we didn't need to rush. Wim dropped everyone off and then took us to our hotel (not far from the Pantheon and easy to get to). While the rest of the group went off to explore Paris, we four had a nice lunch and talked about how the trips had gone. There were lots of lessons learned, fine-tuning to be done for future trips, opportunities to provide even more access to the race. Overall though... it was very impressive and I would rate it a big success.
The final ceremonial stage in Paris |
Now that's a cup of coffee |
We parted ways after lunch and it was liberating to know we were now totally on our own. We watched the race go by a little, however we didn't stick around for long. Just long enough to see Evans in yellow. My job was done, trip 5 had begun, and we were going to enjoy our vacation in Paris. I've included a few photos in the Picasa Gallery...
I hope you've enjoyed this report. It's taken a while to write and there were lots of little stories to tell along the way. I've left out quite a few, the two entries are quite long enough. If you want to hear more, I'll be happy to spin a tale over a beer : )
Here's a link to the full 2011 TdF gallery, I've added a few more photos as I put this entry together.
Jack Layton - July 18, 1950 - August 22, 2011
Canada has lost a great man today. My thoughts go out to his family.
"My friends, love is better than anger. Hope is better than fear. Optimism is better than despair. So let us be loving, hopeful and optimistic. And we’ll change the world."
"My friends, love is better than anger. Hope is better than fear. Optimism is better than despair. So let us be loving, hopeful and optimistic. And we’ll change the world."
Jack Layton, Aug 20, 2011
Illustration by Anthony Jenkins |
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Sunday, August 21, 2011
A Summer Storm
I went for a great ride today at Albion Hills with Andrea, Tanya and a handful of "pups" from the Lapdogs team... the trails were great after a little overnight rain and it felt really good to be out on the bike (and to have a weekend off!).
As we got back to Toronto, the skies opened and it started to rain. And rain, And RAIN. We got Tanya to her place mostly dry and then the storm really settled in over the city hitting some parts hard. I was told by one fireman that the downtown core got hit hard, I know my neighbourhood took it on the chin. As we drove home we passed some significant damage so after unpacking the bikes and gear I grabbed my camera and went for a ride to see exactly what was going on.
Mother Nature wasn't kind... as far as I know there was only property damage though so she wasn't heartless. The hardest hit came down at Davisville and Foreman with a tree coming down on 4 houses and destroying the car of one. It turns out to be the home of a woman we've had do renovations at our house and she was very distressed.
On other streets, people were waiting for the crews to arrive to deal with live wires on the road or clearing a way for people and cars to pass. Within a mile or so of my home, I came across at least a dozen places where that was damage. At least 6 requiring the road to be closed. And we're not done yet, the forecast has more storms around...
Here's a sample of the damage, the gallery of shots I took is up on my "TO Storm Gallery" on Picasa.
(and yes, I'm still working on finishing the final TdF installment! : )
As we got back to Toronto, the skies opened and it started to rain. And rain, And RAIN. We got Tanya to her place mostly dry and then the storm really settled in over the city hitting some parts hard. I was told by one fireman that the downtown core got hit hard, I know my neighbourhood took it on the chin. As we drove home we passed some significant damage so after unpacking the bikes and gear I grabbed my camera and went for a ride to see exactly what was going on.
Mother Nature wasn't kind... as far as I know there was only property damage though so she wasn't heartless. The hardest hit came down at Davisville and Foreman with a tree coming down on 4 houses and destroying the car of one. It turns out to be the home of a woman we've had do renovations at our house and she was very distressed.
On other streets, people were waiting for the crews to arrive to deal with live wires on the road or clearing a way for people and cars to pass. Within a mile or so of my home, I came across at least a dozen places where that was damage. At least 6 requiring the road to be closed. And we're not done yet, the forecast has more storms around...
Here's a sample of the damage, the gallery of shots I took is up on my "TO Storm Gallery" on Picasa.
(and yes, I'm still working on finishing the final TdF installment! : )
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Sunday, August 14, 2011
The 2011 Buses of the Corn is now in the history books
First, a big "thanks!" to Greg in particular, and the rest of the Potts family and friends who made this event happen. I was really happy to hear Greg say it will be back next year! I hope y'all can make it...
As usual, a lot of corn was eaten, a lot of firewood (and other things) were burned, a lot of beer & tequila & scotch & who-knows-what-else was consumed, and a few fuzzy heads were seen in the mornings :)
And of course a lot of sweet buses were there... I was delighted to see lots of first-timers, as that was our experience last year and it was a great introduction to the community. This time we were able to put a few faces and buses and dogs together and even remember names! (I'm a visual person, what can I say... I'm terrible at remembering names).
The weather was good, the possible rain never materialized, and the corn... oh so very delicious! If for no other reason, come next year to sample this! And then pour another shot of tequila into Frank's glass :)
Thanks everyone, it was a blast!
Here are a few sample photos, I have a small gallery up on Picasa... I actually took the weekend "off" so I didn't take many photos. And it was a nice change to see I was on the other side of the lens for a few of them... that doesn't happen too often. I hope to see photos that other volks took.
As usual, a lot of corn was eaten, a lot of firewood (and other things) were burned, a lot of beer & tequila & scotch & who-knows-what-else was consumed, and a few fuzzy heads were seen in the mornings :)
And of course a lot of sweet buses were there... I was delighted to see lots of first-timers, as that was our experience last year and it was a great introduction to the community. This time we were able to put a few faces and buses and dogs together and even remember names! (I'm a visual person, what can I say... I'm terrible at remembering names).
The weather was good, the possible rain never materialized, and the corn... oh so very delicious! If for no other reason, come next year to sample this! And then pour another shot of tequila into Frank's glass :)
Thanks everyone, it was a blast!
Here are a few sample photos, I have a small gallery up on Picasa... I actually took the weekend "off" so I didn't take many photos. And it was a nice change to see I was on the other side of the lens for a few of them... that doesn't happen too often. I hope to see photos that other volks took.
Sofie and Jerry |
Dennis |
Frank and his light show |
Peace, Love and Corn |
Hunter found a spot to relax for the evening... |
Things got down-right hot! |
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Friday, August 12, 2011
The Big Tour - le Tour de France (part 1)
A month ago yesterday (July 11th), I landed in Paris and started my assignment with Thomas Cook Sport... to cover their inaugural TdF travel trips. And what a couple of trips they were!
I've written about the couple of days in Belgium getting ready, a little about getting to the Tour, and about the days in Paris afterward. So here's the story everyone's been asking me to finish...
We came, everyone saw, Cadel conquered... there you have it.Not enough? ok, well...
It was an amazing trip, an impressive TdF and seeing Cadel win was something. He's an odd hero, I gather he's a Tin-Tin fan and I think that it suits him. Not what you'd look for in someone to dominate at an event like this, and yet...
I've seen Cadel race, including some of his strongest moments like the win he took attacking Contador on the final climb up the Mur de Huy in 2010. Seeing the World Champion's jersey attacking and winning is always memorable. The 2011 Tour included that... a different champion though. Still as thrilling to see. Winning the rainbow jersey is an accomplishment, then getting to win while wearing it, well!
The moment it was clear this was Cadel's year to win the Tour was the final time trial... I'll get back to that later though, I've barely begun the tale so I won't jump to so near the end.
The early 2010 season showed Cadel Evans to be capable of winning. The injury he sustained in the 2010 Tour showed he was still vulnerable and human. And that perhaps his team wasn't up to the challenge. 2011 was another story...
The first week has some crashes (everyone remember a spectator looking the wrong way and being in the wrong place?). Some of the key combatants were affected (Contador is the name that comes to mind) while others got through the always nervous first week without incident (Cadel being one).
Week 2 is where the fun begins, where I get to begin seeing the Tour first-hand... and I'll start with this "fun": a France TV car, a moment few who saw it will forget. Least of all Juan Antonio Flecha and Johnny Hoogerland who must still be wondering WTF happened.I won't post any of the photos I saw, it was horrific and I'm amazed no-one was killed in that bizarre incident. No, I was not there. No I did not see if first hand. No, I was not in that car!!! No, No, No.
What I did see was the beauty of the Pyrenees, the wonder of this part of France where it meets Spain and the caprice of the cycling fates and weather gods / goddesses when it comes to mountains. That caprice is a thread that carries through the entire story (if you've followed the blog you know about snow already). And I saw a lot of great racing, in a lot of great places.
The trip from Belgium down to the Pyrenees is already online so I won't go through that again. I will say that the hotel Wim had found for the group to stay in was wonderful. It was a sprawling little building, with hallways that went around and back and forth and then found yet more rooms. The rooms themselves were comfortable, a little rustic, filled with antiques. The view out the window made up for any shortcoming... it was soothing and inviting and it dominates my memories of the hotel. After we arrived everyone gathered in the bar for a little social time to unwind, to get the trip itinerary, and then to get dinner. The group was made up of a Dutch couple, 7 Belgians, two drivers and "the Canadians" (first just me, and then both of us).
The group had gotten to see the stage finish in Lavaur on that first day, the next was to be a highlight for the trip though with an early part of the race on the agenda followed by a trip up to the top of the Tourmalet. The race would go over the Torumalet and then finish at the summit of Luz-Ardiden, so it was a great choice.
The early stop was near Rieumes, and was on a small climb entering the town so the riders were spread out a little and not going to quickly. It made for some great shots, including of the town itself.
The next part of the trip was amazing. Winding through the French countryside, heading toward a legendary climb, surrounded by the buzz of le Tour. The closer we got to Sainte-Marie de Campan (where we would connect with the Tour route at the bottom of the climb) the more intense the buzz. Until we finally came to "the" point; the gendarmes would either permit us on the route based on our credentials or they would turn us away like all the other cars trying and failing to "get there". Magic! It was a magical thing as they waved us through, and there were we were on the climb up the Tourmalet.
I put my main camera on the dash and next to it I set up my little Lumix to take a video of the drive... I think it may be a once in a lifetime thing so I wanted to get it all. The last 5 km up the climb were surreal, and I will post that video someday (I haven't confirmed if Thomas Cook wants to use it so I'm hanging onto it). The shots I got speak volumes though... picture the TV feed in your mind as they drive up through the crowds with all the campers along the side of the road and you know what it was like. Being there in person... well :)
When the race passed, we all hopped into the bus to watch the finish on TV and then it was a long, slow drive to get off the mountain. There is no such thing as rushing away after a stage, there are just too many people with the same idea so everything moves slowly (and the pace is further dictated by the gendarmes).
I think that was probably the most exciting day of the Pyrenees trip, and everyone in the group was totally impressed. My excitement wasn't done for the day though, this is the day that Andrea landed in Paris and took the train down to Toulouse where I was to pick her up. On the way back, we stopped on the highway and everyone got into the main bus leaving me with the empty Traffic to pick Andrea up. I was running a little late so I told Wim to expect a call from Andrea. It turns out her train was late too, so when she called it wasn't a big deal. Wim gave her the # of the cell phone he had lent me and she called just as I was about to get into the city... the GPS said I'd be at the train station in around 15 minutes.
What the GPS didn't know was that it was Bastille Day in France. It also didn't know that the entire area around the train station was closed for the concerts and fireworks that would happen. And I couldn't for the life of me find where the detour signs led. I circled around for over an hour without getting any closer. Finally Andrea and I tried to find a way for her to walk from the station to where I could get to, I don't recommend trying that in a city you've never been to. After another hour of trying, I parked the Traffic in a spot I knew I could find and that was a close to the train station as I could get and started walking, looking for a way to get to the other side of the barrier. Eventually, I found the secret passage (it was through the underground metro station) and popped up in the train station. Andrea had given up trying to find a way and also headed back to the train station so when she called I was able to wave to her... what a relief! Then driving out of Toulouse... the street I had parked on was a big 4 lane road up a hill and it had turned into the viewing area for thousands of people. Driving the Traffic through that was unreal... kind of like driving up the Tourmalet earlier!. We finally made it back to the hotel around 1AM... and found a delightful dinner waiting for us. What a day...
The next breakfast, everyone welcomed Andrea to the group and then we settled into the bus to head to the start of the stage in Pau. Along the way, we stopped in the city of Lourdes... I have to say, the place freaks me out a little. We had been there in 2006 and once was enough so we didn't do much more than walk around a little. Back on the bus, into Pau and dropped off at the stage start... it's always exciting to be at a start or finish and there are always lots of folks around.
After the start, it was a fast drive to get to the Col d'Aubisque before the racers. We sped along the race route, making our way up the race route to a great spot around the middle of the climb. It was a bright and hot day so lunch for the group included a lot of cold beer. The publicity caravan showered us with more goodies, and eventually we heard the sound of the TV helicopters signaling the arrival of the leaders. This climb was the last of the day and the race would then descend into Lourdes for the finish so the people in the lead group had a good chance of staying away until the finish. We had heard and seen on the TV that Thor Hushovd was in the group, when the leaders finally reached us they were all spread out and riding up at their own pace. And Hushovd was still there, close enough that he had a chance (and he took that chance and won).
Again, we watched the finish in the bus and then made our way back to St. Girons for the group's final night there. Andrea wasn't very comfortable on the drive, the roads are very narrow and as is usual in that part of France there are no barriers at the edge of the road...
The Saturday morning was a time for everyone to pack up get ready for the last day in the Pyrenees. This stage would go fairly close by and it was finally a chance for us to use the bikes we had. Earlier in the week, Wim and Rudy had reserved a spot on the Col de Portet-d'Aspet by parking the Transporter and the trailer in a spot very close to the monument to Fabio Casartelli so we knew roughly where to find them (about a 50KM ride). We headed out early and enjoyed riding in the rolling countryside. We made it to the town of Aspet just before the publicity caravan, and had to wait for it to pass. Then it was a 6KM game of "ride until a gendarme makes you stop, walk until out of site, ride until...". The entire time it was climbing, we expected to see the sign marking the start of the actual climb. When we did see it, there were so many gendarmes that we had to walk. Fortunately, the group was parked just a little ways up so we didn't have far to go.
We got to watch the ceremony honouring Casartelli and then watch the racers as the came through. Then it was up and over the mountain with the hopes of getting to another spot on the route. That didn't work out for a number of reasons, so it was off to a bar in Foix to watch the last part of the race.
And then we watched the bus drive off into the sunset with the Belgians on board... leaving Andrea and I and the Traffic (with Wim's wallet in it!) on our own for a few days.
I think this post is getting a little long so I'll save the Alpes for a separate post. If you want to jump ahead, you can look through the full Picasa TdF gallery I have online.
I'll be back with more! Whew, hope you enjoy the tale...
I've written about the couple of days in Belgium getting ready, a little about getting to the Tour, and about the days in Paris afterward. So here's the story everyone's been asking me to finish...
We came, everyone saw, Cadel conquered... there you have it.Not enough? ok, well...
It was an amazing trip, an impressive TdF and seeing Cadel win was something. He's an odd hero, I gather he's a Tin-Tin fan and I think that it suits him. Not what you'd look for in someone to dominate at an event like this, and yet...
Cadel winning at the 2010 Fleche Wallonne |
The moment it was clear this was Cadel's year to win the Tour was the final time trial... I'll get back to that later though, I've barely begun the tale so I won't jump to so near the end.
The early 2010 season showed Cadel Evans to be capable of winning. The injury he sustained in the 2010 Tour showed he was still vulnerable and human. And that perhaps his team wasn't up to the challenge. 2011 was another story...
The first week has some crashes (everyone remember a spectator looking the wrong way and being in the wrong place?). Some of the key combatants were affected (Contador is the name that comes to mind) while others got through the always nervous first week without incident (Cadel being one).
Johnny Hoogerland, the day... |
Week 2 is where the fun begins, where I get to begin seeing the Tour first-hand... and I'll start with this "fun": a France TV car, a moment few who saw it will forget. Least of all Juan Antonio Flecha and Johnny Hoogerland who must still be wondering WTF happened.I won't post any of the photos I saw, it was horrific and I'm amazed no-one was killed in that bizarre incident. No, I was not there. No I did not see if first hand. No, I was not in that car!!! No, No, No.
What I did see was the beauty of the Pyrenees, the wonder of this part of France where it meets Spain and the caprice of the cycling fates and weather gods / goddesses when it comes to mountains. That caprice is a thread that carries through the entire story (if you've followed the blog you know about snow already). And I saw a lot of great racing, in a lot of great places.
St Girons |
The group had gotten to see the stage finish in Lavaur on that first day, the next was to be a highlight for the trip though with an early part of the race on the agenda followed by a trip up to the top of the Tourmalet. The race would go over the Torumalet and then finish at the summit of Luz-Ardiden, so it was a great choice.
The early stop was near Rieumes, and was on a small climb entering the town so the riders were spread out a little and not going to quickly. It made for some great shots, including of the town itself.
Thomas Voeckler, in yellow |
Rieumes |
The next part of the trip was amazing. Winding through the French countryside, heading toward a legendary climb, surrounded by the buzz of le Tour. The closer we got to Sainte-Marie de Campan (where we would connect with the Tour route at the bottom of the climb) the more intense the buzz. Until we finally came to "the" point; the gendarmes would either permit us on the route based on our credentials or they would turn us away like all the other cars trying and failing to "get there". Magic! It was a magical thing as they waved us through, and there were we were on the climb up the Tourmalet.
On the way up the Tourmalet |
Grazing Goats |
Race action on the descent of the Tourmalet |
When the race passed, we all hopped into the bus to watch the finish on TV and then it was a long, slow drive to get off the mountain. There is no such thing as rushing away after a stage, there are just too many people with the same idea so everything moves slowly (and the pace is further dictated by the gendarmes).
I think that was probably the most exciting day of the Pyrenees trip, and everyone in the group was totally impressed. My excitement wasn't done for the day though, this is the day that Andrea landed in Paris and took the train down to Toulouse where I was to pick her up. On the way back, we stopped on the highway and everyone got into the main bus leaving me with the empty Traffic to pick Andrea up. I was running a little late so I told Wim to expect a call from Andrea. It turns out her train was late too, so when she called it wasn't a big deal. Wim gave her the # of the cell phone he had lent me and she called just as I was about to get into the city... the GPS said I'd be at the train station in around 15 minutes.
What the GPS didn't know was that it was Bastille Day in France. It also didn't know that the entire area around the train station was closed for the concerts and fireworks that would happen. And I couldn't for the life of me find where the detour signs led. I circled around for over an hour without getting any closer. Finally Andrea and I tried to find a way for her to walk from the station to where I could get to, I don't recommend trying that in a city you've never been to. After another hour of trying, I parked the Traffic in a spot I knew I could find and that was a close to the train station as I could get and started walking, looking for a way to get to the other side of the barrier. Eventually, I found the secret passage (it was through the underground metro station) and popped up in the train station. Andrea had given up trying to find a way and also headed back to the train station so when she called I was able to wave to her... what a relief! Then driving out of Toulouse... the street I had parked on was a big 4 lane road up a hill and it had turned into the viewing area for thousands of people. Driving the Traffic through that was unreal... kind of like driving up the Tourmalet earlier!. We finally made it back to the hotel around 1AM... and found a delightful dinner waiting for us. What a day...
A late night feast after a long day |
Lourdes |
Pau |
Col d'Aubisque |
Again, we watched the finish in the bus and then made our way back to St. Girons for the group's final night there. Andrea wasn't very comfortable on the drive, the roads are very narrow and as is usual in that part of France there are no barriers at the edge of the road...
Col d'Aubisque |
The Saturday morning was a time for everyone to pack up get ready for the last day in the Pyrenees. This stage would go fairly close by and it was finally a chance for us to use the bikes we had. Earlier in the week, Wim and Rudy had reserved a spot on the Col de Portet-d'Aspet by parking the Transporter and the trailer in a spot very close to the monument to Fabio Casartelli so we knew roughly where to find them (about a 50KM ride). We headed out early and enjoyed riding in the rolling countryside. We made it to the town of Aspet just before the publicity caravan, and had to wait for it to pass. Then it was a 6KM game of "ride until a gendarme makes you stop, walk until out of site, ride until...". The entire time it was climbing, we expected to see the sign marking the start of the actual climb. When we did see it, there were so many gendarmes that we had to walk. Fortunately, the group was parked just a little ways up so we didn't have far to go.
We got to watch the ceremony honouring Casartelli and then watch the racers as the came through. Then it was up and over the mountain with the hopes of getting to another spot on the route. That didn't work out for a number of reasons, so it was off to a bar in Foix to watch the last part of the race.
And then we watched the bus drive off into the sunset with the Belgians on board... leaving Andrea and I and the Traffic (with Wim's wallet in it!) on our own for a few days.
I think this post is getting a little long so I'll save the Alpes for a separate post. If you want to jump ahead, you can look through the full Picasa TdF gallery I have online.
I'll be back with more! Whew, hope you enjoy the tale...
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