In case you haven’t heard, we are planning another long bike tour next summer. This time it will be different, though, because the majority of it will be on trails and dirt roads. To handle the different terrain, we will use different gear – this style of bike touring is referred to as bikepacking. Due to weddings and other craziness this spring and summer, though, we haven’t had a chance for any practice (“shakeout”) tours until now.
Some days going for a bike ride can feel like a chore and I find myself looking forward to the finish, especially if I’m trying to keep a certain pace or just get a good workout. And then there are the days when you’re just cruising along, thinking that you would keep going forever if you had the time. Today was one of those days…
Can’t wait for the next opportunity to actually just keep going!
This picture makes me laugh every time I see it, knowing that this was only his second day skiing ever. He had a good fall on the trail right before this (probably a blue circle), so that didn’t help his confidence, but he followed us to the precipice and then butt-slid all the way down like a champ!
Happy Thanksgiving from The Galapagos!
This morning, we woke up early and packed our things; we are sadly leaving Isabela and heading to Santa Cruz, the last island of our visit to the Galapagos. Santa Cruz is the most inhabited and built-up of the islands, and it happens to be the home of our tour guide, Maritza.
Instead of taking a small plane again, this trip was via speedboat. Our group boarded along with 20 or so other travelers and off we went. Despite a loud and bouncy ride of approximately one hour, Rachel fell fast asleep, and I tried listening to an audiobook. Unfortunately, I started feeling a little motion sick about half way through and gave up on the audiobook so that I could focus all of my energy on holding myself together. I stared at the only available fixed objects I could see from my side of the boat; a series of small islands and/or large rock formations between Puerto Vilamil and Puerto Ayora. Finally seeing Santa Cruz was quite a relief, and I was able to keep my motion-sickness in check.
After transferring to water taxis and setting foot on the dock, we took a short walk through town, then piled into a few (land) taxis en route to our hotel, La Casa de Judy. It was a beautiful hotel, with an outdoor eating area on the first level beside the pool, and 2 levels of rooms above, with a roof deck and penthouse room beyond.