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On this, our first ever Weekend of Wonderfulness, we rode up to Beal's Point on Folsom Lake, about 30 miles from Sacramento. It was the first time bike camping with our little ones. Amazing! It's great to know that there are adventures so close to home. Really, picture a nearby campground. You probably wouldn't ever think to camp there as, let's face it, your own bed is much more comfortable. However, getting there by bike with all your gear strapped to the back -- that's wonderfully worthwhile.
My first overnight bike trip was not what I expected, although I'm not sure what I had imagined in the first place. The idea began when I told my mum about some dreams of someday spending a whole week living off my bike. After hearing that she was definitely excited, and she suggested we try an overnight trip before thinking about something longer. With that it began.
I wanted my nine-year-old son to enjoy our trip, and enjoy the ride, but not have it be so tough that we “mis-educate” him. In other words, ruin him for life on the thing we love most, touring on the bike. Our family cannot be described as sedentary, nor are we over-the-top workout fanatics (anymore). Well, maybe we are, but we’ve cut back a lot. We jokingly refer to our family, by the name of our favorite bull on the PBR circuit, “House of Pain.” But, that needs to stay a joke ... well, most of the time.
This is a really nice loop from Seattle that we did in August 2010. I broke it into two pieces for my 16-year-old daughter's first taste of touring. The route is about 145 miles. We rode downtown from the Gas Works Park area, ferried to Bainbridge Island, went north around the Hood Canal, down U.S. 101, and back up to Bremerton before ferrying back to Seattle. I'll leave the rest of the write-up to her; she did a nice account for a school project and has a route map, packing list, and description of each day. I've done a cross-country and a few other tours ranging from two nights to two weeks. I discovered the S24O concept, and loosely interpreting the concept I love the permission it gives you to just do something without being hung up on The Big Tour. I was SUPER psyched to turn my daughter on to touring. (Subsequent to this ride, Alex and I rode from Seattle to Missoula in 2011.)
My husband and I have dipped our toes into cycle touring several times over the past eight years. With the exception of two trips, someone else has always carried our gear, leaving us free to ride unencumbered through beautiful landscapes. Recently, we decided to add the element of Willie-Weir-inspired adventure that comes only when you’re self-sufficient. Our destination: Harrison Hot Springs, British Columbia. Our modus operandi: carry what we would need to camp overnight, worry about where we would sleep when we got there, and enjoy the ride.
On a Sunday my wife announced that she would like to get one more tour in before cold set in. By Tuesday I realized that she (and the time) was right and that the weather would be great. Thursday we decided to take the Iron Horse Trail over the Cascades to Cle Elem, Washington. Friday, we decided also to bring our 10-year-old along.
I can’t shake the impression that these mountains know what’s coming and that they are preparing for it. The water in the Payette River between upper and lower Payette Lake is far below the high water marks, and the surface is smooth and unhurried. Waiting. The leaves on the trees and the “needles” on the tamaracks are turning, preparing to drop. It rains off and on throughout the day, heavier towards evening, soaking the ground so that when the temperature drops, the first snows will stick. These are the thoughts that go through my mind as we work our way from McCall, up to Burgdorf, Idaho, 30 miles away.