Heading to Banff

In the van with the folks heading east. We had dinner and breakfast in Revelstoke, my old stomping ground. I arranged to see an old high school buddy George and had a great time catching up. I didn't have the greatest of sleeps. For starters I had a dream my water bottle cage fell off my bike. Nerves! Things are getting real. Also I woke up to the sound of a freight train which turned out to be my Dad snoring. For the first time since trainng I thought sleeping in a tent would be more restful.