Today wasn't a riding day. I don't want to beat a dead horse, but I'm going to go back to the hell of yesterday.
I arrived at the ferry late last night soaking wet and covered in snow. It was definitely a choice on my part, but I don't have winter riding clothes with me, just a hoodie, and running pants. This has been surprisingly fine in the cold, but it's no match for dealing with wet cold.
I spent the eight hours on the ferry drying my clothes on the vents and trying to get circulation back in my feet. By the time I got to Port Aux Basques I was completely exhausted. Needless to day, today has been about sleep.
It turns out today was pretty clear and would have been a good riding day, but once I got feeling back in my lower legs I realized I must have aggravated my achilles issues during yesterday's ride because both ankles were barking today. It's good that I took the day off, tomorrow I'll be fresh and rearing to go.
A couple leftover shots on the way to Cape Breton from yesterday, before the weather went south.
Arriving in Newfoundland this morning.