Entries Tagged as Bed & Breakfast
In mid-June Christine and I spent our "virtual weekend" (Wednesday and Thursday) on a few acres of land next to the Raging River at a wonderful place called TreeHouse Point. This place is not far from our home in Issaquah, Washington just over 8 miles as the bikes roll, and almost all of those miles traverse paths designated for non-motorized travel.
When we lived in Brentwood -- a suburb just outside of Nashville, Tennessee -- 'RandoGirl' and I took this two-day tour a couple of times. Most of it is on the Natchez Trace, a federal road closed to commercial traffic and carefully maintained by the National Park Service, making it a truly superb bicycle route. It makes for an easy self-supported tour; you can follow the route either to one of two bed and breakfasts, or to a full-amenities campground. By following the "off-Trace" part of the route, you'll go by a great country store for lunch, and a fine little winery for an afternoon break.
The wet Pacific weather this past winter had made us anxious to get on our bikes again, so we planned a spring tulip ride through the colorful fields west of Mount Vernon, Washington. The bicycling began and ended in Mount Vernon, but we loaded our bikes on Amtrak from Vancouver (Washington) to get to the start.
The next time I drink a glass of milk, eat a soy burger, or bite into an ear of corn, I will think of beautiful Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. This area (also called Pennsylvania Dutch Country), known for its fertile soil and strong farming industry, generates food, feed, and fiber via livestock-raising, dairy and poultry farms, and acres of corn, soybeans, and alfalfa. A large concentration of Amish and Mennonite farmers live here and work the land.
I wanted something short yet challenging to tour with my recumbent trike for the first time. I picked Marin County, north of San Francisco. I used to ride there a lot, but it had been a few years. I chose to start in San Rafael because I could park my car at my aunt and uncle’s place and get to see them. I decided to ride to Point Reyes Station because it has the Bovine Bakery, the Station House Cafe, and lodging. When my friend Pia heard about my plans, she immediately signed on to join me.
Drip. Drip. Drip. That’s the sound of the sweat that rapidly dripped off my forehead as I pedaled slowly up a hill on the access road of Interstate 10 at about 12:30 p.m. The temperature was over 100 degrees and marching swiftly toward a high of 106, marking one of the hottest days of the year, in the hottest August on record for the region. What a weekend for an overnight bicycle tour!