Entries Tagged as Family

Hood Canal Loop: A Teen's First Tour

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.)

North of the Border: Cycling with Sasquatch

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.

Over the Cascades!

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.

McCall to Burgdorf Hot Springs, Idaho

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.

Ride to Richard Bong State Recreation Area

Not many moms get to share their favorite hobby with their 19-year-old on his birthday weekend, but that is what my son and I did when he returned from his first year of college this past May. We rode from the northern suburbs of Chicago to Richard Bong State Recreation Area in southern Wisconsin, a distance of about 55 miles. Once there, we met up with fellow touring cyclists from Milwaukee's Cream City Cycle Club and camped out for two nights. We went on a beautiful loop ride to Twin Lakes, Wisconsin, and stopped at a local winery that makes hard ciders and brandies from apples!

To the Sugar Shack and Back: An Alberta Overnight

What had I been thinking? I sat in the ditch with my exhausted ten-year-old son, Max, chugging Gatorade and sucking on gel packs, our be-panniered bikes splayed on the grass beside us. We were attempting our first ever bike trip together, an overnight from our home in west Edmonton, Alberta, to a campground in the town of Devon, about 35 km (that’s about 20 miles) southwest of the city, on mostly country roads. Things went swimmingly for the first 20 km; sure, we took lots of breaks—for water, Clif bars, even to check out a playground we passed—but the pace was steady, respectable. I was sure we’d make it.

Biking Mountain Canyons in Northern Colorado

I’m trying to establish bicycling traditions. Every summer our family of four goes on a long multi-day (or multi-week) bicycle tour, a tradition that we hope to keep alive for many years. But sometimes one tradition is not enough. My son and I are working on new tradition, where at least once a year just the two of us go bike camping for a weekend. Daniel is six years old, and Labor Day weekend 2011 was our third such trip. To keep the rides simple, every trip has started and ended at our house in Fort Collins, Colorado, yet each trip feels unique. I keep them that way by planning new events or activities into the rides, and this past Labor Day weekend offered a great selection -- a bike parade, a mountain festival, a picnic, and crystal hunting were all on the menu.