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Hello to all you readers out there (and writers)! I am back from my camping trip -- shorter than planned, of course -- and had a superb time. If I could pick one thing to do on a vacation it would, with-out a doubt, be bicycle camping. The thrill of planning a trip, preparing you're gear, packing the gear, and loading the bike is second only to pedaling to the destination, where you simply know great things await you.
My trip was at Ikego West Valley Campgrounds. It is close to my house -- 6.60 miles -- and it is a completely secluded-feeling place. By secluded-feeling I mean you are completely immersed in nature but you're still close enough to ride to the store if you forgot something; the surroundings haven't been touched for many, many years -- except the little lots that have been cleared off -- and each lot is seperated by small mountain ridges. It is a primitive campground (no toilets, showers, or electric) but each site does have a firepit and a bar-b-q grill.
For this ride I only needed one set of panniers, since I installed my new fork and it does not have braze-ons, deciding which set to bring was a no-brainer. I threw the rear panniers on the back rack, filled 'em up, strapped down the tent, and sleeping bag and away I went. It was amazingly heavy for such a small load!
I now know that no matter how you load a bike, evenly front-to-back, side-to-side, or off-balance ie., all the weight on the back, it takes a while to get used to. The bike feels unstable, wobbly, shakey, loose, or however you choose to describe it; it's just not the same as a naked cycle. My ride was short enough that I was just really getting used to the ride when I got there. It only took about 25 or 30 minutes, but I wasn't rushing either.
The two climbs that I sort-of dreaded were surprisingly quick and easy. On the second hill (the bigger of the two) I cruised right up without any laborious breathing at all. About 3/4ers of the way up I realized that I was spinning. SPINNING!! Yup, me the hands-down pedal masher... spinning. I've tried to do this on many occasions -- it's far more efficient -- but didn't have much luck. To say that I am nimble-footed would be like calling the average construcion worker a ballerina. Nonetheless, here I was rolling my cranks like a baton twirler gracefully whirling her ungrateful little rod! I felt really good about myself... I'm growing, haha!
After I got to my campsite I unpacked my bike and got ready to pitch my tent; it was early and I wasn't in a hurry. I decided on the best place and threw it up in no time at all. Then, I had to construct a shelter for my better-half -- my bike (there was a chance for rain). I used a tarp and found some bamboo poles in the woods. I constructed a lean-to that would make Mr. Boone jealous, checked the fit... perfect.
I went to the campground office to let them know I was there and found out the firewood was pretty far away from my site. No problem. I went to a store and got some food and extra water. Then I took a break and had drink before removing my panniers from my rack. I then rode off towards the wood with a couple of bungee cords, of course. It took me about four trips but I got enough wood to last me the night. I used my backpack for smaller stuff and had atleast two big logs on the rack. I just had to take it easy on the ride back -- it was on gravel and I really didn't want to break my rack, or wheel, or frame, or... well, anything.
The rest of the day was pretty ordinary. I started to cook, what should have been an early dinner but my culinary skills took a little longer to catch up to the heat of the fire... if you know what I mean. I ate, took a good look around and got ready for sunset (again, a little late).
The vegetation in that area is remarkably thick. I wanted to wander around the hills a little but it was too thick. I don't know if it has always been like that but it was really jungle-esque!
More in my next entry... Ride On!
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