I went on a cycling trip in Saguenay, Quebec and—simply due to happenstance—things did not go as planned. I wrote about that trip in The Daily Beast Travel section (“A Blueberry Trail Derailed My Cycling Trip, But There Was a Silver Lining“), and how sometimes the best, most-memorable trips are the one’s that go awry.
“I was embarrassed by my fall and for a good reason. I had just rounded a corner on the trail and my vision was blocked by shrubs. I thought I saw someone in a blind spot heading in my direction around the corner. I was wrong about that and it turned out that no one was there. Not wanting to be known as the American travel journalist who plowed over an elderly Canadian, however, I swerved quickly—way too quickly….”