Today started in Boston at 3:25 am when I woke to pack the truck and leave for Logan Airport. I picked up two friends, Peter a traveling companion on this trip, John the early-airport duty volunteer. We made it to Logan circuitously, the fault of overnight road construction and closed ramps, but we made it timely, checked our bags and oversized bicycle boxes, passed security, bought coffee, and arrived at the gate. Two flights and one three-hour layover we landed in Calgary, part of the advance team for this year’s bicycle trip. We picked up one of our two rental vehicles, a 7-person minivan. This trip does not feature panniers loaded with gear and food; that’s why we rent vans. We’d return for the cargo van later, after the flight-delayed advance team member arrived. Peter and I then located and checked into our hotel, confirmed the hotel would store our eight bike boxes for the next week (this required a minor threat to relocate if they didn’t honor their promise, made three months ago) , and explored Calgary with little success–Marda Loop was an underwhelming urban experience save for a wonderful coffee shop. We then returned to the airport to wait for Mike’s arrival–45 minutes late, rental of the cargo van, and then Bruce’s arrival. We dropped their bags and bike boxes at the hotel, had dinner in a local steak house, and then returned to the hotel at 11 pm Calgary time, 1 am Boston time. This post, midnight, and sleep, followed–as it may for you, for this is among the most boring posts I’ve written. Long, filled with too much downtime and tedious detail, ending without conclusion but, like the day, necessary to begin the trip.