Bike Camping

A few weeks ago we went bike camping for the first time with B's friend Reese from Seattle to Oxbow Park. Were stayed only one night since it was a last minute, day before "hey let's try camping by bike!" impulsive thing. We loaded everything up on the bikes, including 345 pound cooler (with absolutely no alcoholic beverages because they aren't allowed), camp chairs, and other heavy non-essential comfort items (because I'm a pansy girl). B volunteered to haul the trailer (since he's the strongest rider), while Reese and I had less heavy (but by no means insubstantial) panniers on our bikes...

Note the running shoes tied to my bike , just in case the 25 miles of HUGE HILLS weren't enough friggin exercise.

He was cussin up a storm the whole time, but I couldn't blame him since he was hauling the equivalent of a baby elephant up and down these hellacious hills. We'd have broken up... if we hadn't already.
That's Reese from Seattle. He has cool tattoos.


I did manage to get a few shots of the country side, but not as many as I'd have liked because we were either flying down hills at 40 mph, or painfully slogging up hills cussing murderously at each other and passing cars.

I'd do it again, but to do over I'd need some of that lightweight backpacker gear, cause my stuff is too damn heavy. And I'm gonna have to learn to camp without the inflatable mattress...