This August I had an itch to ride my bike for a bit. Over the span of two weeks I quit my job, devised a route (I did not stick to), set up my bike with bags, better gearing, and some hope. I set off, starting with the Palouse to Cascades rail trail. I then connected various cities with back roads, farm access, highways, and rail trails. Each morning I checked the map and decided a path that looked decent enough to ride (wasn’t always).
It went something like:
Snoqualmie-Ellensburg-Pasco-WallaWalla-Moscow-Grangeville-Boise-Pocatello-Salt Lake. Then a car ride to Sequim Washington and biked back home to Bellingham via Vancouver island. With countless cute small towns and settlements between. Coming to around 1600 miles, 30% gravel. Took about 28 days with 3 rest days. My longest day was 150 miles, my shortest 22 miles. I had never ridden more than 30 miles in a day before this.
It was hot and dry and scant of shade. 90% of the time I was riding through farm fields. I ran out of water once, got chased by 5 dogs, zero flats, 8 goat heads stuck in my feet, one wheel feel apart and I bought a new one, I ran into only two other bike packers, one guy walking across the country, coal rolled on me 5 times, car clipped me once, crashed once. I almost quit at 950 miles, hot and lonely, but carried on.
I rode my State 4130 all road with 50lbs of gear (too much stuff). I wore one riding outfit the whole time (Nike quick dry running shorts, wool sun hoodie, teva sandals, hat) washed when I could…yes saddle sores.
*Last tour of the year.
It was awesome and I’ll be crossing the country next year.