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.
Late last summer my boyfriend and I rode out to Afton State Park from St. Paul, Minnestoa. We had a taken a much longer Adventure Cycling trip earlier in the summer, which required a long drive, much planning, and a lot more gear. For this trip we took only a fraction of what we needed for our Idaho adventure, and it worked out great!
The endless potential for bicycle overnights in the foothills of South Carolina had been running through my head for a while. It was difficult to pare down the options for a three-day, two-night trip. There are opportunities to explore waterfalls, fly-fish mountain creeks, find hidden hikes, taste wine (or moonshine), paddle kayaks, and build campfires, all easily accessible by bicycle. Go state park hopping or explore the national forest? Travel on gravel or stick to pavement? Enjoy the views from the bottom or climb to the top?
I had an unexpected couple of days off work and the weather was holding well for mid-October. So, I decided to load up the bike and head off to Salt Spring Island for a one-night campout.
This is a beautiful summer or fall-color ride over high alpine four-wheel-drive roads and an old rail trail, coupled with a wonderful overnight stay in Telluride, Colorado.
A few years ago we spent our REI dividend on a luxury item: A BOB trailer that we hoped would fuel our desire to try some overnight bike trips. Poor BOB was neglected for three years, collecting dust as he hung upside down from our garage ceiling. Our attempts to use BOB had been thwarted due to schedules, weather, or not being in shape. So, we were determined to try a bike overnight at least once this spring.
Dry, summer-like temperatures and peak foliage in the Green Mountains are a perfect match. With the impetus to visit Hazen's Notch and Lake Carmi—two Vermont regions I'd longed to explore—there's no time like the present for a bike ride. At 7 a.m. I step off the commuter bus into dense fog. I don a reflective vest and start pedaling. In Johnson I make sure to photograph the cool bike racks.