This morning we had a delicious family breakfast together, thanks to our hosts, Dennis and Helen, at Glen Albyn Lodge before heading out on our bikes.
Since it is only an 8 mile ride, mostly along canal tow paths, we were in no hurry. A short day was greatly appreciated after our marathon day yesterday. Continue reading Keeper of the Locks
Once again, we woke to a rainy scene outside our window, but today we planned to ride 26 miles from Fort William to Invergarry, so we couldn’t avoid it any longer. The six of us stuffed ourselves with the traditional Scottish breakfast then separated our things we would carry for the ride from the rest of our belongings which would be transferred to the next B&B by van and finally saddled up to start the first leg of our 79 mile journey.
This is the only picture anyone took during the ride, and it was during the one section where we walked, because the road was too rough and it wasn’t worth risking flat tires. Fortunately it was only ~200yds long. Continue reading James’ Monster Ride
Rachel and I had been wanting to go for a short bike tour this Spring, so National Bike Travel Weekend was the perfect opportunity! We decided we would do an overnight trip to Cape Cod and back, initially planning to carry camping gear but starting South of Boston to make for a relaxed trip. We were delighted, though, when our friend Ashley told us she had recently inherited a bike, was interested in joining us, and that we could stay with her grandmother in Brewster!
Despite a lack of preparation and a less-than-ideal weather forecast, I signed up for my first Brevet ride which took place last weekend. The weather turned out great, except for one brief (but long/heavy enough to fill our shoes) period of rain. I was joined by my friend and former colleague Andy, but also made another friend/riding partner in the process, James (also from my former employer).
We were fortunate to ride with a few others who knew the route, which saved us from constantly referring to the cue sheet. The route was top-notch, aside from some sections of rough road, with some great scenery to boot. Also, I heard a good analogy that I won’t soon forget. Andy and I lead a group of 10 (or so) cyclists astray. It was an easy mistake to correct, but they were surprised because we seemed so confident in our decision. Andy replied, saying something like, “You can think of us as the sled dogs… we may take the front and pull you along, but we certainly don’t know where we’re going.”
