Initially, we planned to complete the journey on the summer solstice in June of 2021. Measuring one hundred and thirty-one kilometres from Guelph to Goderich, this year’s cross county cycling adventure had to wait out the rain, and then — we had to make the time.

So, a season later and a few days into the autumn equinox, we headed out on our bikes promptly at 07:00. I wanted to start earlier, my dad leaned towards later, and with Lauryn’s Goldilocks like influence, we found a time to begin together that was “just right.”

We put fenders on at the last minute to guard against the spray and mud. Our plans needed to be rigid with commitment, yet flexible to adapt to the ever changing demands of the day. Leading up to our departure, we learned that there may never be the best or the easiest time to do that thing you want, but eventually you need to commit and — “just do it”.

So, with our photo-ops taken to chronicle our journey, we biked through the city, and started pedalling towards Goderich on the well maintained crushed limestone path.

Pop – the keeper of the buttertarts. (No raisins!)

With our provisions stowed in our support vehicle, my Mom drove to Elmira to pick up my grand-father who was excited for a cross county excursion. Cycling and utilizing the trail is a unique experience for everyone of all ages, even if its meeting at one of the many trail crossings to boost our spirits, share a coffee, and a butter tart from a local small business.

The trail is well marked, beautifully maintained and mostly flat — until the detour at Balls Bridge. Leading up to our ride , we heard that many travellers cross the Maitland river on their tip toes, carrying their bikes and dry clothes overhead. However, the water was high, and we decided to detour from the trail and found ourselves ascending and descending the steep hills along the way.

We got back on the trail at McGaw, and by golly, we were almost there. Traffic on the trail picked up, and we felt our energy rebound from the rolling hills as we approached Goderich.

Ten… nine … eight, and so on, Lauryn counted down the kilometres until we crossed the Menesetung bridge. With its sweeping views of the town and spotting my Mom on the other side of the river, we were almost there and could almost taste the fish tacos and cold beer from Beach Street Station. But first, a refreshing , albeit very cold dip in Lake Huron along the board walk.

So, at the end of our day we enjoyed each other’s company and truffled French fries that delighted the taste buds so that grandpa — Pop , decided we should order another round to share.

After our meal we settled up the bill, fastened our bikes to the car and headed home after a wonderful day on the G2G. Lauryn was stowed in the back and enjoyed some shut eye, as I took in more beautiful sights and the small towns along the way.

Now, just less than a year later, we remember our time on the trail fondly and look forward to the shorter rides we will take more frequently and commentate our long ride with an end-to-end badge along the G2G.

On foot or upon bikes, as a solo endeavour or with family and friends, may you enjoy short and long trips on the trail and celebrate the beauty of our communities and the connections possible by living actively and passionately in all your pursuits.

Take care,

Lauryn and Ian

End to End – G2G trail ride

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