Bicycle Touring

Seattle to San Francisco 1987

Holding up the map of our 1200 mile journey at the edge of the Golden Gate Bridge.

This post is #2 in the series – My History with Bicycles

With my first tour under my belt & my new-found focus and success in school, for the summer of 1987, I requested Rome to Paris Cycling again .


So, I opted for Seattle to San Francisco Cycling.

The program was a 6-week tour. We rode 1200 miles in those six weeks. We spent our first few days on the San Juan Islands getting to know each other & practicing riding as a group. We also did a ropes course, went on a white water rafting trip,  &spent our last few days in San Francisco.

The first trip taught me about the nuts and bolts of how to tour by bicycle and live in a group on the road. The Seattle to San Francisco trip introduced me to a whole new world – the Pacific Northwest. A landscape and a place that became the stuff of my “escape where I am from” dreams.

The Oregon Coast

As a teenager, I was pretty sure I was living within the 7 circles of hell (one of them being the beltway). Later on in my life, I did manage to gather escape velocity and I moved to Oregon via bicycle. Not a coincidence.

These trips shaped my life in so many ways. Having been an educator, myself, I know that it is easy to wonder whether the kids are getting anything from your efforts. Some age groups are more gifted at inspiring these kinds of doubts in well-meaning teacher types.

The Redwoods

I want all of the leaders of these bike trips to know that I was affected deeply by these journeys and your efforts to get me to connect to the land, to appreciate a different pace of travel, to teach me about bike mechanics & camping skills,to learn about finding ways to express myself with more virtuosity – they all worked on me & set the course of the trajectory of so many of my life choices (the best of them).

So, how do I remember all of this stuff? Mostly, because I wrote a lot of it down. I have been an avid journal keeper since I was 14. I have shelves and shelves of notebooks filled with the messy record of my thoughts, miles traveled, sights seen, boys loved and recounts of my dreams( both the ones during sleep & aspirational ones).

My basic format for bike trip journals became writing about how many miles we rode, descriptions of the terrain and what we ate. When you expend the energy required to move a full loaded touring bike, food is on your mind A LOT.

The more 15-year-old aspect of my journal writing was a disappointing focus on boys. The one from home, wondering if he would write, did he miss me? did I miss him? And then slowly the focus shifting into the present moment. As in, the boys on the trip.

Early Morning Riding Team

So as it turns out, from Seattle to San Francisco, I got to be someone’s first girlfriend. It was a sweet romance of racing our bikes on the coastal highways, peering in the tidal pools of the Oregon Coast & running in the sand, hanging out in cheesy seaside resort towns, getting our ears pierced & being a part of a temporary tribe of bikers that lovely summer.

A poignant memory recorded in my journal was when we rode over the hill and could see the golden gate bridge. It was overwhelming, I remembered I cried from a mix of excitement and sadness of knowing that this new world of the bike trip life was coming to a close.

This trip solidified some values that I still hold, it is important to communicate clearly within groups that we call our community, nature is something to be cherished, appreciated and is worth fighting for. This is true about people,too. That biking makes me feel happy, powerful and free.

A slightly more serious version of me biking down the west coast - summer 1987.
Now I seem to be a “serious” cyclist – summer 1987.

I hope to be getting back to it soon. My 15-year-old self wants you to know that I am sighing deeply with the pain of not being able to get on my bike but, I am feeling warmed by the memories of my sweet biking days.


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