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Brandon, Jim, and I hatched a plan for an epic weekend touring ride early in the summer over lunch at our favorite cajun restaurant. Bored with the typical racing and group ride culture that seems to permeate popular cycling, we wanted to plan rides that were adventures — fun, relaxing, yet still incredibly challenging. Cincinnati was a convenient 120 miles from Indy, so we decided to take a 3-day weekend and ride there and back.
I wanted something short yet challenging to tour with my recumbent trike for the first time. I picked Marin County, north of San Francisco. I used to ride there a lot, but it had been a few years. I chose to start in San Rafael because I could park my car at my aunt and uncle’s place and get to see them. I decided to ride to Point Reyes Station because it has the Bovine Bakery, the Station House Cafe, and lodging. When my friend Pia heard about my plans, she immediately signed on to join me.
First, I came up with a tour. Next, I invited some buddies to come along. Then, I worried.
The tour grew out of my fascination with a historic tale and trail: the three-month trek of Mary Rowlandson, who, kidnapped by Indians in 1675’s King Philip War, walked with them to the far reaches of the Massachusetts Bay Colony. After years of research, I had pieced together enough of their route to create a four-day bike tour.
A few years ago, we decided to try our hand at a summer hut trip to backcountry ski cabins with mountain bikes as our mode of transportion. The logistics were a little different than a winter tour as bikes aren't allowed in the wilderness areas. We had to carefully plan our route, and make sure our fitness level was good enough for the long mileage, high altitude and extra weight of our gear.
Though the boy is pushing his Trail-A-Bike’s pedals for all he’s worth, we still can’t make it up the sharp slope from the parking lot at Channahon State Park onto the Illinois & Michigan Canal Tow Path. He’s only eight years old; his locomotive contribution is marginal at best and negative on ascents. I stand on my pedals, but the rear wheel just spins in the loose gravel and I quickly put a foot down to keep the bicycle upright.
I had done this trip so many times before but this was the first time since my crash. I had ridden through the winter taking just a month to recover. Still, I wasn't sure how I would feel.
This was "Mom's weekend away", and I wanted to visit the Coulee Dam area in Eastern Washington. Planning a point-to-point trip was too challenging for the time I had -- the wide-open spaces are too wide and too open. So I stayed in a hotel at Coulee Dam and did two day trips.