Bike riding up the forestry trunk rode in Northern Alberta with Wendy Woody. It was a long mostly empty highway, with dense boreal forest on either side. Deep wilderness. I remember the scents of the pine, hoping we wouldn't come across any bears, my bright orange bike and smashing tinned beans open with a rock because we forgot a can opener. I was 12. We had left at about 7 am and got home at about 9 at night and mum was just starting to worry. We kids had so much freedom back then. Come to think of it, maybe this is also my stupidest childhood memory!