Entries Tagged as Historic

The Covered Bridges of Sugar Creek

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.

West Fork Butte Lookout: An Overnight in the Sky

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

A (Wet) Commuter's First Bike Overnight

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.

Historic Ride for the Gold in Arizona

We wanted a trip that provided great vistas and a taste of local Arizona history. This ride on scenic Highway 83 and overnight camp at Kentucky Camp delivers on both of those goals. We started our ride in Tucson at one of our favorite breakfast stops, Joe’s Pancake House.

Wait for Permission: Tale of a Novice Leader

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.

 

 

The Cycling Eight: A Bit More than Overnight, But Too Fun to Pass Up

When Norma was a teenager — long before bike touring was common practice — she and seven girlfriends took a multi-day bike trip on heavy cruiser bikes.

Biking the Northern Central on the Tracks of Our Ancestors

In 1843, Johann and Catherine Hagemeyer left their native Germany on a three-masted sailing ship in search of freedom and opportunity. After 45 days and one cyclone at sea, they and 180 other immigrants arrived in Baltimore. With two young children and three heavy trunks, Johann and Catherine boarded a small, steam-powered train for the first leg of a 25-day journey by rail and canal to the farmland of Ohio. Johann Hagemeyer was my great-great-grandfather. In researching his immigration, I made an unexpected discovery: The route of his train ride is now a scenic bike trail.