Category Archives: Travel in the USA

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

Virginia Mountain Bike Weekend!

The Tramper, though we love her dearly, is taking up way too much space in our driveway. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAMore importantly, David’s workshop is totally blocked with the Tramper in the driveway. No projects or cars can go in or out for servicing. Horrors!

The Tramper will never be sold and will never be retired. Just…. out of our hair! Some friends made a lovely offer so we’ll relocate the Tramper soon. But first, one more trip!

It was just a long weekend. A tiny speck of time compared to the Voyage. But big fun!

Ready to go!

Ready to go!

We attended the Virginia Mountain Bike Festival held each year near the Shenandoah in George Washington National Forest.

We love this bike fest! The attendance is small but the trails are huge. They even un-complicate the camping a bit by feeding us a few meals.

Our rides varied from 2 hours to 6 hours and we had loads of fun! To get to the gorgeous singletrack trails, an hour of road riding was required. Road riding is not our favorite (danger from cars, exhaust fumes, blazing sun, etc.) but we were richly rewarded for our efforts by views from the spine of the mountain.

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Knowing that you climbed the mountain by bicycle power makes it all the sweeter! Did I mention the trails can be quite rocky?

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This segment of trail is tame compared to some of the others. But, I was fighting for my life on the truly rocky bits. No time for photos!

Seen in the woods, on the ridge top: Pink Ladies Slipper! It’s the first time I’ve photographed them in the woods. Enchanting!

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Here’s a bouncy bridge over the poetically named North River. I had fun jumping on it! I don’t think the friends who were with me had as much fun on the swaying, leaping bridge as I did, though.

The Tramper was a cozy haven when the weather turned chilly.

He, Rich! Refuse to smile for the camera at your own risk!

Hey, Rich! Refuse to smile for the camera at your own risk!

Another great weekend with the Tramper!

– Jane

The Incredible Weight of Simplicity

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“Wow, 190 day trip.  How would you even pack for that?”  a first question of a coworker upon reunion.

Well that really brings together old and new thoughts, pre and post trip musing.  In the planning stage was the same question.  Now, I look around my home and life and wonder what all this crap is.  I wonder why I have all this stuff and how I can make sense of it, or ever get it organized.

Packing, we knew we’d be facing four seasons.  We knew the sports we’d ply.  Lists sprouted: Skis, boots, poles, long undies-tops and bottoms, coat, shell, ski pants, helmet, goggles, glove and mittens.  Hand warmers for Jane, so many accessories- but all easily listed and known.  Then the bikes with their shorter list, kayak with only paddles and life vests.  Hiking, the simplest, added only hiking boots and a day pack.   All easily splayed out in the house or garage, but a bit harder to condense and fit into a tramper and 4Runner.  The obvious and self explained necessities!

Next came clothing.  We heard the wise words of a traveling PT friend.  Bring less, he said.  “I’ve been to China for two weeks with no more than a small knapsack carry-on”.  Wise indeed, but it may have been months before we really “got” it.

Rebuilding the Tramper gave me time to ponder and plan.  Each drawer, shelf and cabinet was to have a purpose.  Some I left as in 1957.  Others had to be removed and revised.

The kitchen, including ALL pots, pans and tools

The kitchen, including ALL pots, pans and tools

The toilet room became a shower and storage for soap and shampoo, the grey water tank, our little commode, laundry detergent and sport wipes.  The table had drawers for 4 forks, spoons,  and 2 knives (one butter, one sharp).  Another drawer, the requisite “junk drawer”, post-its, pens, pencils, a sharpie and small details.

Two drawers, nicely added by a previous owner, (date unknown...1950's 60's?)

Two drawers, nicely added by a previous owner, (date unknown…1950’s 60’s?)

I had built a deep cabinet next to the fridge with 4 shelves above the right wheel well.  The bottom was purpose built to hold two boot-bag knapsacks.  Each of our indulgent boot packs “always” houses those big, heavy ski boots, a helmet, gloves/mittens, neck warmer, sunblock and just a few small accessories.  System organization.  My favorite!  And it works at home, as one can keep the categorized toys or tools of one need in one place, “always” knowing just where to look.

This puzzle piece was 17″ high though.  The boot bags ate a big chunk of space, but their weight nests right over the trailer axle.  Above was divided into 2 shelves each 2 for Hers, 2 shelves for His.  On two were baskets to hold ALL of each of our “normal” clothing.  Into the house they went and piles of underwear, T-shirts, long sleeve shirts, short and long pants were tossed.  Not long before they were overflowing, you can imagine!   Out came a few things.  Then more discussion.

In talk with our selves and travel consultant, John, the PT we knew less was going to be plenty.  Only we could decide how much less.  Clean socks and underwear a necessity, how often would we do laundry?  Having the small shower stall and hot/cold running water was a luxury we knew afforded hand washing as needed.  We settled for about 5 pairs of socks and undies each, washing them nearly every day.  Twas fun to note humidity’s effect on drying.  The dank week of Hurricane Sandy in Rosendale threatened us with that “sour” laundry smell.  The arid deserts and Western mountains dried things overnight or faster and the air we breathed was softened by the humidity.

Of course the mesh laundry bags that piled with bigger loads and heavier clothes were relieved mostly in campgrounds, occasionally in towns at laundromats.  So there we were, with the fewest clothes we thought we could make it with.  Several waves of subtraction left us each with one basket to live from.  And live we did!  An astute observer might notice the small selection in our pictures.  (They always wore the same few clothes)  We didn’t mind a bit.  Prompted me to get rid of and donate quite a pile on return home.  Jane has “halved” her closet compared to before the Voyage!

-David

(I’ll try to get some more pics of our total clothing basket)