Entries Tagged as Travel Tip
Apparently the Bike Overnights website manager, Mac McCoy, thought he could escape his computer for two weeks and ride the Grand Canyon North Rim without consequence. Clearly he thought wrong, as the Adventure Cycling Association membership team is taking over today’s post to thank our current members, and provide prospective new members with a special incentive if you join by June 30th.
Loaded touring is no doubt the purest form of bike travel; nothing quite matches the sense of liberation and independence one earns by setting out on a self-supported bicycle camping trip. But loaded touring is also slower and more challenging than riding unencumbered -- and heck, there’s nothing in the bike-touring rules book that says you have to carry all of your gear on your bicycle
I wanted my nine-year-old son to enjoy our trip, and enjoy the ride, but not have it be so tough that we “mis-educate” him. In other words, ruin him for life on the thing we love most, touring on the bike. Our family cannot be described as sedentary, nor are we over-the-top workout fanatics (anymore). Well, maybe we are, but we’ve cut back a lot. We jokingly refer to our family, by the name of our favorite bull on the PBR circuit, “House of Pain.” But, that needs to stay a joke ... well, most of the time.
A few weeks ago we covered the topic of cycling to fire lookouts for a bike overnight. Another non-camping option is hut-to-hut touring, an activity of which Colorado is king.
Like wooden crowns, fire lookouts once perched atop the rocky summits of hundreds of western peaks, mountains with evocative names like Camels Hump, Cerro Pelado, UpUp, Bare Cone, and Two Trees. A relatively small proportion of these lookout cabins and towers still stand.
Three weeks ago I posted a piece at my Adventure Cycling Biking Without Borders blog titled Flat's Where It's At: My 10 Favorite Rail-Trails. While I didn't exactly pull these ten trails out of a hat, I do admit that I haven't personally experienced them all.
When I was twelve and growing up in Iowa, a friend and I were granted permission to ride our bikes out to a nearby state park where my family was camping for the weekend. The distance was only 7 or 8 miles, over low-traffic paved and gravel roads, so our parents weren’t too concerned about us riding in traffic.