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Solo Biked Buffalo Gap Trail/Maah Daah Hey from campground to Medora Day14

Some days it’s nice to take it easy and sit around, today I didn’t want to do that but Jane did. Simple solution: have her drive me out of town and then ride back on the Buffalo Gap/Maah Daah Hey. It is 15 mile section of nice single-track with rolling hills and features including switchbacks, climbs, vistas and plenty of scenery. Enough said, I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves.

Though I did ride into a field full of “cows” until one stood with longhorns and demonstrated he was not a she. I lumbered along quietly, uphill hoping that the standing would be the end of his curiosity. Fortunately, it was, but just as I realized I had turned my back on a large animal, I rode past a tree and spooked two pheasants. Or, should I say, they spooked me. I almost fell off my bike off the trail downhill into the sage, and my heart didn’t settle for at least 10 more pedal strokes laughing at myself.

Recall I was ten miles in and climbing when the boy-cow stood up…

Lazy blasting downhill

Nice Benchcuts, many were steeper but too fun to stop

David

Here-we-go-again!

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For our last trip, I picked leaving in Fall, to arrive and ski as long as possible. That turned out to be 42 days in Colorado, mostly at Monarch on the Continental Divide. We savored a few other resorts, Loveland, Copper Mt., Cooper, Beaver Creek and Purgatory among others. We lived in our beloved Tramper in the coldest Winter in our “vortex” above Salida. Jane longed to hop out onto warm grass so much that upon leaving CO for home, we went West. The Grand Canyon afforded 15 degree f in February, but at least as we hiked to the bottom, it was 60. The foothills of the Sierras in Three Rivers were a delightful change, but once we headed East towards home on I-70, of course I got to ski again in Loveland, and our “Carney Nature” was key to being able to park on an upper lot during a storm, guided by a nice security guard who instructed us to move down by 5:00 AM when they would plow that lot.

That, of course brings us to this time. Jane picked Spring! She wants to see Teddy Roosevelt National Park. During our informal scouting moments, she also announced the idea to start at Cape Henlopen, DE and dip our toes into the Atlantic. I knew instantly where that led. Our trip will partially be guided by folks we can say “hi” to along the circuitous way. “Mapquest” says it 41 hours driving past Milwaukee to Kirkland, Washington. That’ll be an easy 10 day drive with stops added. Of course one of our guiding questions to locals met along the way, “what should we do tomorrow?” could easily add 10 more adventurous days to that path.

Last time was a 1957 Yellowstone camper I resurrected, towed by a ’95 Toyota Forerunner that was not really up to the task. Trailers teach you a lot about backing into places you think you can fit. They teach you that even a small engine working hard, gets <10 mpg. This time we move with more stealth and economy. We also don’t expect to do an undecided number of months on the road. (You can sigh with relief, there won’t be >180 posts/6 months to follow us this time.). We are expecting, not planning about 4-6 weeks.

I’ll detail just a bit about our selected vehicle. We had our usual adventures even finding this one. Budget of <10K, we saw lots. We “spoke” with quite a few Facebook Marketplace and Craigslist sellers who turned out to speak no English. Using “Translate” on a phone is a tough way to haggle. Some of languages we expected, African and Philippine dialects, but the old Italian speaking guy surprised us a little. (The texts with syntax errors did give us clues about ESOL). Finally, we found a Pakistani guy whose price on a high-mile 2010 Honda Odyssey was well beneath our budget. I will admit his fast toss of his phone to show me the one-owner Carfax led me to spend my own $40 to get a copy of my own. A few oil changes, brake inspections and the brief ownership of a 200,000 mile vehicle informed me it was a “keeper”. We paid to extra ~$1000 and had a timing belt, water pump and serpentine belt put on.

Driving the new friend and dreaming this Winter began to inform my plans. I never imagine being able to plan anything without free-thinking ideas for a few weeks at least. Ideas that seemed great are replaced by better at odd times, in the shower, or riding a bike. Brains are to be cherished, fed and allowed to work their own way sometimes. We camped (slept on the empty back floor) in the Adirondacks in October on the was to Cousin Caroline’s wedding in Stowe. I did the same solo for a bit Spring skiing at Mt Snow VT. Again, “where should I park?” asked at a local restaurant, led me to a plowed lot at Haystack MT, and abandoned ski area where a handful of other cold-weather vehicles moored for the night.

It was these one-two night forays that led me to sort the features of an empty minivan into an “action plan”.

David

An AWESOME Spectacle of ?

A Double Rainbow Greets and Tantalizes

A Double Rainbow Greets and Tantalizes

? Love, Hope, A Future ?  Sorry, I’m an optimist, but I live in a city where good friends tell you: “You really shouldn’t go downtown and ride your bike in those neighborhoods”.  They are right, you know, we have just experienced a spike in shootings and murders.  Baltimore and we Baltimoreans seem to casually accept our place in the urban competition of gun and gang homicide statistics.  We even had a popular eponymous show; Homicide: Life On The Streets (airing from 1993-1990).  Averaging 300 murders per year we seem to look the other way.  The toll this year is up to 116 already.  Just since last Friday, still counting at 32 shootings with 8 fatalities; young and old, men women and children targeted or caught in the crossfire.  Why would I want to go there on a Friday night after work?

Though I hate to spread fear and bad news, I don’t want anyone to think I don’t calculate my actions.  I was a home care PT for 6 months in these and worse areas.  The families had a universally warm reception, and lived in safe warm nests like your own.  They do face a different reality outside their door though.  It is not so comforting to check out the statistics:

http://crimebaltimore.com

But, there we were.  Hoping for nothing more than a good time.  A couple thousand of us strolling into a battlefield?

My sister and my lovely wife

My sister,  myself and my lovely wife

Cue: BALTIMORE BIKE PARTY!  BIKE PAARTAY!   baltimorebikeparty.com

Our path went into and around areas that have seen better days, but perhaps our presence gives hope for better days to come?

Route:

http://goo.gl/maps/yGBKI

Believe it or not the joy on wheels was astounding.  Neighbor’s reception was astounding!  Smiling people in the gritty, half-bombed-out houses line the streets to watch us roll.  They stood in joy, children at side and in arms.  They lined up as gleeful as we riders.  Smartphones capturing us.  Tablets tracking our wheels.  Videographers turning slowly to create their “movies of us” as we passed through their streets. IT WAS AN AWESOME SPECTACLE OF ACCEPTANCE AND CELEBRATION OF HUMANITY.  Bikes are love.  Bikes are Glee.  Bikes change people, at least in the moment.  Do you remember the first time you rode a bike?

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The Baltimore Bike Party grew from a movement called Critical Mass.  I don’t know the history well, but part of their mission was to draw awareness to the needs of cyclists on the streets.  Trying to be visible and supported in urban centers, add bike lanes and safety.  This couldn’t be more needed still today.  A wonderful, sparkling co-worker was struck by an SUV on her way to work at Sinai Hospital last Wednesday.  She was on her way to help and work with victims of just such accidents.  I rode Friday with her in mind.  Bike Parties are the last Friday of each month, meet at 7, roll at 7:30 end with a party.  Simple enough.  We even hear our Mayor attended this month.

The ride began at the Washington Monument at Mt Vernon.  Themed as an “Eighties” spectacle, many of these riders were conceived  during that decade, some not even born yet.  Some of us were out partying then, some were growing families those years.  The children we were having are counting on us to give them a safe world.  I won’t go too far in my diatribe because surprises are everywhere.  If you “stay home to stay safe”, if you live the life protected, you may miss a few things.  If we live the life protected, don’t we accept the unacceptable norm that spreads as the plague?   The indoor world offers a level, entertainment and televised view of life and the World.  If you just sit by to watch, you may miss the truest spectacles.  There we were on streets that probably had shell casings or yellow crime scene tape within days or hours ago and then…A RAINBOW GREETED US AT THE MID-STOP AT Robert C Marshall Park!  The neighbors again came out and laughed at us in our bike-costume-foolery.  Once again, Whimsy Struck its POWERFUL BLOW!

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A worthy re-post: Who doesn't smile when the unexpected is 3 feet away?

A worthy re-post: Who doesn’t smile when the unexpected is 3 feet away? Whimsy from last month at the Kinetic Sculpture Race…

Everyone wants a safe home.  Everyone wants their kids to sing and dance and play.  Everyone wants to get along.  I believe even gangs grew from wanting to get along, to belong to something.  I want to keep planting seeds even where they may not grow.  (In the near future, you are likely to see this blog/forum as an early connection for social action of my dreams)

I may suffer or die in my own pursuits and endeavors, but I won’t wonder “what’s going on out there?”  I’m just living each day…

...and doesn't every day or good saga have storms hovering somewhere on the wings

…and doesn’t every day or good saga have storms hovering somewhere on the wings

How do you follow an amazing ride where we stopped traffic at every intersection for several minutes as ~1700 bikes rolled through?   Only a very, very few cars (Pardon me, drivers), could be seen with any sign of impatience.  I only saw 2 or 3 cars all night turning around to avoid our spectacle.  Most just parked at the lights, leaning out the window smiling, video-ing, and probably gawking in memory of 1980-something?

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Oh yeah, there was an “after party”:  The Lexington Market was a scene of more “getting along”.  Again, black and white, tan and pale people laughed into lines to get food and beer.  The Lexington Market after dark!  Bikes have taken over the World!   Even the revelry letting out of an Orioles game was no match for a bike party.  There we were.  Ever question the estimates of people provided by news reports.  I counted an average of 15 bikes per rack on rows of 31 racks on the parking lot: 465 bikes.  Thing is, half the riders had gone home by then.  thing is, those rows were DWARFED by the incredible rows and piles and piles of bikes, OUTSIDE of the parking area.  There were SO many more bikes Outside of the parking area….I think 1700 is a way low estimate.  So thousands of people smile Friday night in the city.  And our presence made thousands more smile.  And younger kids grabbed their bikes to join us.  Impressing all with their wheelies, rolling in an around our ranks they became us as we became them.  Baltimore Bike Party.

In my day, it was Richard B who could ride for blocks on his rear wheel

Greeted again with smiles by the kid who could ride for blocks on his rear wheel.  He weaved in among us and we were the ones whose smiles cracked even bigger!

-David

80's Party Style

80’s Party Style

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what Party is complete without Cupcakes?

what Party is complete without Cupcakes?

Bikes are accessible, here are a few links:

http://www.peopleforbikes.org/blog/entry/your_summer_bike_guide

Photo of the Week #11 – The Mysterious White Van

You remember the White Bronco, don’t you?  You know – O.J. Simpson’s getaway car? Nineteen years ago this week, the White Bronco entered into infamy as OJ tried to flee. He didn’t escape his fate. Not then, anyway. He actually did escape his fate later, though, during the ensuing trial. By being found not guilty of the murder of his wife and her boyfriend. Now, in 2013, OJ has a sad little life. In jail, awaiting a judgement on whether he can have a new trial for a mess he got into in 2008 when he was found guilty of breaking and entering.

Enough about OJ. He’s not really worth any more words. But, our Photo of the Week #11 is!

Day 176 of the Voyage of the Tramper 03/05/2013

Trailhead – Zion National Park, Utah

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Another notable white vehicle. Not a white Ford Bronco. A white Ford minivan. And, not infamous, just interesting.

A Google search of  “White Minivans Against Oppression” turns up nothing at all. So, we think it’s a just a bit of wordplay that doesn’t mean anything. A gently sardonic phrase meant only to adorn the side of said white minivan. Painted on there by an artist with absolutely no respect for the sanctity of the American minivan!

Here’s a couple of shots of more good art on the van:

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Thanks, minivan artist, for some interesting pics!

– Jane

Photo of the Week #10

Day 10 of the Voyage of the Tramper 09/24/2012

Trailhead – Kingdom Trails; East Burke, Vermont

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We were only 10 days into a 170-day journey. Yet, it didn’t feel like we just left home but rather like we had been enjoying a luxury of days already. And so we had, for who goes on a vacation for more than 10 days? It’s not usual among our set. A precious week is all the time we usually allow ourselves, all at once.

That’s the magic of the Voyage: time. Time to explore and travel and just breathe!

– Jane