Life is always in a bit of turmoil. Surfing the waves and getting the most out of the ride is what makes the journey fun.
The camping trip we did as a family in June was absolutely wonderful, so we went ahead and pursued planning for another, much longer bike trip to be done in September. We had wanted to do this particular trail last year, but then we were expecting Elita, so we put it on the back burner, to come out again this year!
Seth has been working on logistics, bikes, and keeping an eye on any news pertaining to the area we will be cycling through, mostly keeping an eye on forest fires here in the north wet . I have been dehydrating food. My sister Danaka (who will be joining us for the trip) has been diligently training for the two week bike trip with us “crazy car-less bike people”(not that we’re training or anything!).
There is a big rubber-maid box under our kitchen table, slowly being filled with jars of dried food, whole meals dehydrated and crushed to make reconstituting easier. Seth did the math, 3 adults and 2 little children = 4 servings per meal. For dinner alone, that means 56 servings. If you add breakfast and lunch in there, that’s 168 servings to be prepared before setting out.
it takes a while to get a days food made while juggling 2 little kiddos, so now add 167 more meals but the meal means making and then dehydrating, packaging and remembering just how many meals it is equal to. since our family has figured out the foods that we are happy with and those that our bodies do not wish to have inside, we have decided that the time consuming effort of making our own meals for this trip is a trial on our end., an experiment, in nutrition and logistics. we try to avoid gluten, sugar, oats, dairy, and all those malto sucroglucoxanthanem whatevers that are in so much food. and the sodium……… all just for some lighter packs and artificial food. why go to nature to relax if the food you eat is fake. how nature is that..
so all this in prep for a family ride on the John Wayne Pioneer Trail crossing the middle of Washington state. this is an old rail road track that has been taken back by washington state and transitioned to a rail to trails . yeah….. bike tripping on the road is great. bike tripping days on end in the woods, awesome. and no traffic whizzing by. our trip is going to be a fun challenge. the biking will be the easy part. just getting us all to and from the trailhead is the hard part. how do you transport 2 infants, 3 big cargo bikes, a few trailers and 3 adults and not rely on a car.
amtrack, uhaul. that is our only option and we think it will/should work. so here is what we got so far. 2 kids and one adult travel up on a train at so many mph over a distance while changing diapers, napping and enjoying story time. and 2 adults rent a uhaul truck, load a ton of stuff, (only the lightest in high tech light gear, still = a ton. ) travel slower but with no stops up to the corresponding train stop . once there one adult gets kicked out with all the stuff to sit curbside surrounded by a pile of gear and 2 big bikes. (probably looking bored and unapproachable, we are on vacation..) the other drives on to drop off uhaul and rides a bike to the pile of stuff on the curb. and both wait for the arrival of the train with the rest of the team.
once the team is together and our reality sinks in, off we start peddling towards the land of the rising sun, EAST. a few miles from the train spot is an urban bike trail that travels straight along a river to our next trail. all connecting to each other in a long more rough trail. and after just a few days. gravel, dirt, woods, nothing. or as close to nothing as we can get.
this, even is not great, even thru the un-fun, this is our happy place. almost like going home. i know that once into the trip it would be so easy to just keep biking… really. life would not end if we never came back. if we just fucked it all and kept traveling. sure, work, rent, stuff, bills. all that crap would smack us upside the face. but what is all that stuff. a leash to hold you in place and feed the machine. it does not care about you. it would not notice if you left, it would not notice if you stayed put and behaved like you are too. the machine does not care about you. this is only something you see once you have spent enough time out of the system.
ah, that was fun..
Side Note: Thank you Seth for “finishing” my post while I put the girls to bed! I’m sure you readers can figure out what we each wrote?