Posted by Alison Riley
For the whole month of February, we're celebrating winter bike touring and commuting with a host of blog posts, photos, and how-to tips. Share your photos and stories of your winter adventures with us on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram using the hashtag, #fatbikefeb!
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Cycle tours need to grab your imagination right from moment they pop into your head. It was like that in 2012 when I decided to cycle across the USA. This time it was about cycling between two destinations I often do by train, with the added bonus of being almost entirely off road.
Now the mighty Columbia River, which separates Oregon and Washington in the spectacular Columbia River Gorge, is a path for a great overnight bike trip.
Vancouver is one crazy bicycle riding town (weather permitting). It is also a foodie’s paradise, rain or shine, surf or turf. When traveling it is our standard procedure to book the longest city bike tour available in whatever city we happen to be in for whatever reason we happen to be there. We like bikes, we like to ride bikes, and this helps us get the lay of the land. Ride a good city tour and you usually end up with more local knowledge than most natives have.
Take two good friends, some bike paths and fire trails, and a sensational hilltop view. Add threatening skies on a Monday evening and people testing out their new lightweight camping solutions. What do you have? Well you have last March's micro-adventure to the Eastern Escarpment Conservation Area.
The adventure: Leave from Family Bicycles in Kansas City, Missouri, on Saturday. Ride northwest, crossing the Kansas River, and then head north to Leavenworth, Kansas. Visit an educational retreat and organic farm that also has camping, then head east, riding across the Missouri River and camping at Weston Bend State Park. Then ride back to Kansas City on Sunday.
After over a year devoid of any bike overnights in one another’s platonic company, my roommate and I scratched our collective head ruminating on a worthy overnight goal. We had both been on bike trips already this summer, but separately and distracted by women. The idea to ride the 100 miles together from Bozeman, Montana, to Chico Hot Springs and back floated to the top of our list as we sought to soak in the Paradise Valley’s most soothing spring. After a careful inspection of our route’s elevation profile, we realized it closely resembled a stately, well-groomed mustache. The Mustache Ride was born.