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Awhile back I started researching different types of riding, and soon discovered bikepacking when I ran into a guy at an event who sells gear for that activity. He and his wife actually rode the Continental Divide on mountain bikes. This, of course, led me to the Internet to find out all I could about bikepacking, which wasn’t too much. But I found it so interesting; it made me think back to my days in the Marine Corps with all the adventure and camaraderie. I started talking to my buddies about bikepacking and they expressed a general interest in it.
Although we have been biking forever, this was the first bike camping/touring ride for our party of three: The Dashingly Handsome Nate, the Ever Laughing Red, and myself, the Ginger Kiwi. The plan, a 2.5-day loop from Burlington, Vermont, south down Route 100, over Middlebury Gap, and back up Route 116. Easy, right?
When I wrote that post a month ago, I had no idea I’d get myself into this kind of a lookout trip. In fact, I didn’t even know Nathan and I would be riding fat bikes up to the West Fork Butte lookout a few days ago
To feed the monster -- the need to tour, that is -- Saturday morning Brandon and I will leave Fairhaven, Massachusetts, for the back road journey to the Cape Cod Canal. We will cross the Bourne Bridge, ride the cape side of the canal to Sandwich, and tent camp at Shawme Crowell State Forest. We were going to go Friday, but I have my high school reunion that evening.
Each year my in-laws spend a week at a friend’s house in Jonas Ridge near the Blue Ridge Parkway. Jim and I usually go spend a night with them and I often will ride my bike up there or back. This year I decided to do a short tour there with an overnight at one of my favorite North Carolina State Parks. Wednesday morning dawned bright and sunny. The forecast for the next two days was sunny, warm, and only a 10 percent chance of rain.
When I think back to the things I did with my grandmother, my memories are of baking cookies, playing cards, or listening to her read the Grimm Brothers' fairy tales. My grandchildren, I think, will have much different recollections of their time spent with me.
No tinsel or collapsible trees for us! This Christmas Eve, friends and I dispensed with the holiday trappings and went camping instead. We were a motley crew -- mountain bikes, minibikes, trailers, an Xtracycle carrying baguettes, and myself on the racy Cannondale tandem with my stoker Marc. We rode across the Golden Gate and stopped for a quick lunch in Mill Valley. There we picked up a twelfth rider -- vegan Violet and her four-month-old puppy, Chicharro. Violet was was taking her first bike tour with the pup in a backpack.