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At just over 3 km per hour, it takes more than a while to get under something you first spied hours ago. To put it mildly, there’s lots of time to think about it.


Ahead of me here is the last vestige of Greater Vancouver. Getting under the Golden Ears Bridge would mean that I have truly started. Vancouver would actually be in the rear view mirror. Every passage has a departure- that last bit of land to dip below the horizon out of sight. This bridge would be mine.


The plan from here on in is simple. I will go east until there is nothing but ocean and the only thing in the rear view mirror is all of Canada.