Entries Tagged as Historic
We wanted an Arizona bike overnight with great vistas and a taste of local history. This ride on scenic Highway 83 and an overnight at Kentucky Camp delivered.
Adventure Cycling staffers, Casey and Nathan, rode fat bikes up to the West Fork Butte Lookout for a night in Montana’s high country.
Beauty abounds with every pedal stroke. Riding the incredible car-free Mickelson Trail in the Black Hills of South Dakota is an adventure worth repeating.
Riding backroads from Knoxville, TN to the north side of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, Stefan joined his wife at their rented cabin and they toured the Park together the next morning in their car. Then, Stefan rode home, returning early on Sunday afternoon.
Farms, Fields and Ferraris Three August days and two nights by bicycle on the rural east end of Long Island, New York.
Every year we take turns planning our great summer bike touring adventure. This year it was Ken's turn and he hatched a plan to ride on the east end of Long Island, New York for three days. During planning, Ken was surprised to find that most of the east end of Long Island is really quite rural, with farms, fields and yes, Ferraris.
It looks different today ... much different. This cool water flows by me now on its long, slow amble to the Gulf, first meeting the Wabash River, and then joining up with the Ohio River and finally the Mississippi. This is Sugar Creek as I see it today, spanning perhaps a couple hundred feet as it nears its confluence with the Wabash, after carrying canoes and kayaks through a couple of state parks and draining 807 square miles of farm fields and other land of excess water. It certainly didn’t look like this yesterday when I left my home in Sugar Creek Township of Clinton County, near the headwaters of Sugar Creek and only one good day’s bike ride to the northeast.
I had hoped that a nice, sunny day and cool spring temperatures would combine to help make my first-ever bike overnight memorable. And, while my companions and I did get a remarkable trip up the C&O Canal Towpath from Washington, D.C., the weather we wanted wasn't what we got. It started raining the moment we left our starting point, the downtown D.C. building where I work. It rained as we cycled through trendy Georgetown, where we got a little lost and I almost got mowed down by a big delivery truck in rush hour traffic. And, it rained long past the time when we shivered ourselves to sleep.