Entries Tagged as Rail-Trails
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.
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.
In the early hours of my overnight, I stopped to watch the family coming my way. The young woman was smiling with two sleepy toddlers sitting in child bicycle seats somehow attached behind the seat of her bicycle. Trailing behind was a large bicycle trailer that appeared to be filled with everything, maybe even the kitchen sink. We were on the C&O Canal Trail several miles west of Harpers Ferry.
We took delivery of our new Surly Big Dummy cargo bike in July, and I was itching to do some loaded touring with it. I decided to take Eden out on a daddy/daughter overnight trip, allowing my wife Heidi to relax while we were away! Well, as long as the baby didn't come while we were gone (the due date was in less than two months).
The Dallas/Fort Worth metroplex is the last place you’d think of for bike-camping but when you look around and see the over-worked, over-stressed city slickers running around in their Suburban’s...well, it might just be the perfect place!
Our destination, the historic town of Leavenworth Kansas. Myself and Randy Rasa, of the Kansas Cyclist, were the sojourners. We both rode from our homes to Desoto, Kansas to start our 24 hour adventure together.