Last Monday was Thanksgiving Day in Canada so I took a break from getting ready for a turkey supper by doing a morning ride in St. Albert. We have been having surprisingly nice weather for the past few weeks and, by the time I usually go for a ride, the morning frost has dissipated. I was a little earlier Thanksgiving morning and the frost was a little heavier so I finally was able to take a few frosty pictures on my regular route to Big Lake.
Out on the Poole boardwalk, the marsh is starting to show that winter is indeed around the corner. The shallow pools had a skim of ice, for a few hours anyway, freezing the duckweed, bulrush fluff and other assorted marshy detritus into swirly patterns.
After crossing the Ray Gibbon bridge, I went for a ride around the perimeter of the White Spruce Park. The trail, only about 2 km long, varies between single- and double-track (depending if you can find the other rut) through the field and brush around the park. I have never seen another cyclist out there, only a few dog walkers and bird watchers, and is a fun ride.
No coffee today – every coffee shop I passed was closed for Thanksgiving (shades of Alice’s Restaurant).