Mr. O's Bicycle Adventures is a blog concerning long-distance, self-contained bicycle touring.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Day 16, July 7, 2011
Nappanee to The Dunes State Park, IN
It felt good to have slept in a bed last night. I woke up early and began my day. As get closer to Milwaukee, I find myself pedaling with more enthusiasm. I’m really looking forward to a couple of days off.
I arrived at The Dunes State Park at about 8:00 or so. It’s a state park, and I found out when entered that it would cost me a $10.00 entry fee plus a $26.00 camping fee. What??? Twenty-Six bucks to sling my hammock between two trees until 5:30 the next morning? No thanks! I decided to stealth camp.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Day 15, July 6, 2011
Butler, IN to Nappanee, IN (62 miles)
Nice wide shoulders, free of road debris are always appreciated.
As I had written in my last post, I decided to treat myself to a motel this evening. I arrived in Nappanee at around 7:30. I stayed at the Shamrock Inn. It wasn’t the Hilton, or even the Best Western (actually, it didn’t even rise to the level of Econo Lodge). It did, nevertheless, offer a shower, WiFi, and a bed. I slept well.
I met an interesting fellow cyclo-tourist at a service station. Charlie, a young post-college guy who was in the process of riding his bike from Portland, OR to NY, shared some of his trials and tribulations of coming east of the higher elevations out west. He started out with a buddy, but his friend left in Minnesota to go on a kayak trip (Oh, to be young, again). Charlie was a prime example of the adage, necessity is the mother of invention. Let me explain.
Charlie had an interesting set-up. He converted a mountain bike into a touring machine. He took off the flat bars and installed drop bars (more hand positions for long rides), and he installed Kevlar strips inside his tires to protect against flats (some touring tires come with Kevlar within the construction of the tire, itself.). What I was most impressed with, however, is the panniers (saddle bags, for all intents and purposes) that he had fabricated to carry his gear. He took square, plastic bins and installed some basic hardware (nuts, bolts, etc.) on the sides so that he could attach the containers to his rear bike rack. On top of his rack, he fastened a simple milk crate. While his “poor-man’s rig” was not pretty, it was practical an effective. (My panniers, for example, which cost about $150.00 a pair, while water resistant, are not water-proof. In severe weather, I would actually be better off with Charlie’s set-up than my own. With the tops on the containers absolutely no water could get in).
Charlie and his "Poor-Man's Touring Rig"
It might not be sexy, but it works!
I chatted with Charlie a bit. He was excited to meet another touring cyclist. His having ridden almost across the entire country, I was the first cyclo-tourist he had met. He was an engaging conversationalist and told me about his plans to go graduate school next year. He plans on visiting relatives who don’t know he’s coming, let alone by bicycle. Charlie is traveling on an exceedingly limited budget, sustaining himself with canned ravioli and brownies. He’s devised a way to acquire free boxes of brownies from a rather large national retailer through a kind of loophole in the product guarantee. While I would not necessarily advocate his approach, I couldn’t help but laugh. (Way to stick it to the Man, there Charlie, $1.19 at a time!) He wants to become a teacher and told me about his plans to go to graduate school under the “Teach for America” program. I wished him well, and we parted ways, he to the east, and I to the west
Ron
Nice wide shoulders, free of road debris are always appreciated.
As I had written in my last post, I decided to treat myself to a motel this evening. I arrived in Nappanee at around 7:30. I stayed at the Shamrock Inn. It wasn’t the Hilton, or even the Best Western (actually, it didn’t even rise to the level of Econo Lodge). It did, nevertheless, offer a shower, WiFi, and a bed. I slept well.
I met an interesting fellow cyclo-tourist at a service station. Charlie, a young post-college guy who was in the process of riding his bike from Portland, OR to NY, shared some of his trials and tribulations of coming east of the higher elevations out west. He started out with a buddy, but his friend left in Minnesota to go on a kayak trip (Oh, to be young, again). Charlie was a prime example of the adage, necessity is the mother of invention. Let me explain.
Charlie had an interesting set-up. He converted a mountain bike into a touring machine. He took off the flat bars and installed drop bars (more hand positions for long rides), and he installed Kevlar strips inside his tires to protect against flats (some touring tires come with Kevlar within the construction of the tire, itself.). What I was most impressed with, however, is the panniers (saddle bags, for all intents and purposes) that he had fabricated to carry his gear. He took square, plastic bins and installed some basic hardware (nuts, bolts, etc.) on the sides so that he could attach the containers to his rear bike rack. On top of his rack, he fastened a simple milk crate. While his “poor-man’s rig” was not pretty, it was practical an effective. (My panniers, for example, which cost about $150.00 a pair, while water resistant, are not water-proof. In severe weather, I would actually be better off with Charlie’s set-up than my own. With the tops on the containers absolutely no water could get in).
Charlie and his "Poor-Man's Touring Rig"
It might not be sexy, but it works!
I chatted with Charlie a bit. He was excited to meet another touring cyclist. His having ridden almost across the entire country, I was the first cyclo-tourist he had met. He was an engaging conversationalist and told me about his plans to go graduate school next year. He plans on visiting relatives who don’t know he’s coming, let alone by bicycle. Charlie is traveling on an exceedingly limited budget, sustaining himself with canned ravioli and brownies. He’s devised a way to acquire free boxes of brownies from a rather large national retailer through a kind of loophole in the product guarantee. While I would not necessarily advocate his approach, I couldn’t help but laugh. (Way to stick it to the Man, there Charlie, $1.19 at a time!) He wants to become a teacher and told me about his plans to go to graduate school under the “Teach for America” program. I wished him well, and we parted ways, he to the east, and I to the west
Ron
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Day 14, July 5, 2011
Bowling Green, OH to Butler, IN (78 miles)
I made it to Indiana! I wanted to put Ohio behind me. Now, it’s not like all of a sudden the topography changed just because I crossed the state line, but the roads did start to curve a bit, and offered gently (very gently) rolling hills the closer I rode towards Indiana. It was a welcome change from the grid-like arrangement of Ohio roads.
My trip has had psychological highs and lows (as have all my other trips--it‘s just an unavoidable part of the overall experience). Sometimes, when I’m pedaling, listening to the hum of the tires on the pavement, I feel almost one with the machine. My body feels strong; I don’t feel tired; and I’m just taking in the moments. It’s a feeling, for me, bordering on elation. The simple pleasure of coming across as country diner or store, just in time for a break, becomes exaggerated. Food taste better, and I feel satisfied that I am simply existing.
Other times, however, I feel a sense of despair. Today was one of those times. After pedaling nearly 80 miles, there was no campground within 20 miles without my going well of my course. I didn’t feel like stealth camping, and I wanted a shower. While I’ve a gone a few days without a shower on this trip before, I just didn’t want to do so right now. The joy of crossing into Indiana an hour earlier was diminished instantly. I felt lonely, and I missed having my riding buddy, Shelton, with me. I was have difficulty finding a place to camp. Everywhere I looked seemed unsuitable. I finally found a stand of trees on the side of the road that I thought would work. The last thing I wanted to happen was to be kicked-off someone’s land for trespassing, so I needed a place that I felt was stealthy. One of the nice things about my Hennessey Hammock is that it hides itself well. It’s Army green and blends into a stand of trees imperceptibly, provided there are enough trees. I set-up the hammock. I hid my bike and equipment under the rain-fly to my hammock. (My bike and bags have so much reflector tape on them that they light-up like Christmas trees if any headlights happen to shine on them.)
At about 9:00 or so, I crawled into my hammock, safe from the plentiful mosquitoes, and started reading a book on my Nook (I’m in the process of reading the original Dracula by Bram Stoker. It’s quite fun). Before long, feeling that I was well-hidden, no longer sweating, and reading comfortably, I began to feel better again. I felt content lying in my little cocoon somewhere in a small stand of trees in Indiana between Route 6 and a railroad track. That’s the funny thing about these trips. The gloom doesn’t last. Given the proper attitude, soon all will be well. Life is good!
In any event, tomorrow night I’m treating myself to a motel!
Ron “Always Keeping His Chin Up” Occhiuto
I made it to Indiana! I wanted to put Ohio behind me. Now, it’s not like all of a sudden the topography changed just because I crossed the state line, but the roads did start to curve a bit, and offered gently (very gently) rolling hills the closer I rode towards Indiana. It was a welcome change from the grid-like arrangement of Ohio roads.
My trip has had psychological highs and lows (as have all my other trips--it‘s just an unavoidable part of the overall experience). Sometimes, when I’m pedaling, listening to the hum of the tires on the pavement, I feel almost one with the machine. My body feels strong; I don’t feel tired; and I’m just taking in the moments. It’s a feeling, for me, bordering on elation. The simple pleasure of coming across as country diner or store, just in time for a break, becomes exaggerated. Food taste better, and I feel satisfied that I am simply existing.
Other times, however, I feel a sense of despair. Today was one of those times. After pedaling nearly 80 miles, there was no campground within 20 miles without my going well of my course. I didn’t feel like stealth camping, and I wanted a shower. While I’ve a gone a few days without a shower on this trip before, I just didn’t want to do so right now. The joy of crossing into Indiana an hour earlier was diminished instantly. I felt lonely, and I missed having my riding buddy, Shelton, with me. I was have difficulty finding a place to camp. Everywhere I looked seemed unsuitable. I finally found a stand of trees on the side of the road that I thought would work. The last thing I wanted to happen was to be kicked-off someone’s land for trespassing, so I needed a place that I felt was stealthy. One of the nice things about my Hennessey Hammock is that it hides itself well. It’s Army green and blends into a stand of trees imperceptibly, provided there are enough trees. I set-up the hammock. I hid my bike and equipment under the rain-fly to my hammock. (My bike and bags have so much reflector tape on them that they light-up like Christmas trees if any headlights happen to shine on them.)
At about 9:00 or so, I crawled into my hammock, safe from the plentiful mosquitoes, and started reading a book on my Nook (I’m in the process of reading the original Dracula by Bram Stoker. It’s quite fun). Before long, feeling that I was well-hidden, no longer sweating, and reading comfortably, I began to feel better again. I felt content lying in my little cocoon somewhere in a small stand of trees in Indiana between Route 6 and a railroad track. That’s the funny thing about these trips. The gloom doesn’t last. Given the proper attitude, soon all will be well. Life is good!
In any event, tomorrow night I’m treating myself to a motel!
Ron “Always Keeping His Chin Up” Occhiuto
Day 13, July 4, 2011
Norwalk to Bowling Green (62 miles)
I didn’t get an early start as I had intended; I overslept, but I probably needed the extra sleep. I had a quick granola bar breakfast, broke down my campsite, and got on the road. Riding in Ohio is, well, boring. While the roads are flat (but there is wind to with which to contend), they just go straight off into the horizon. There’s nothing much to see but cornfields and such. There’s no shade between towns and taking a break in the hot sun is not much of a rest at all--might as well keep pedaling until one arrives at a town.
Just when I was about to find a place to stealth camp (stealth camping: to camp secretly on a piece of land without prior permission from either public authorities or private owners.), I came upon a travel trailer park. I went to the office and spoke to the owner, and asked if I might camp there. He does not typically allow “tent camping” but makes an exception for motor cyclist and bicyclists. I was very pleased since I was in dire need of a shower (an amenity that stealth camping seldom provides). I was not preparing my campsite for five minutes when the nice folks in a travel trailer next to me invited me to come over to their site for a 4th of July picnic. I, of course, said yes. I stayed and chatted for about an hour or so. They insisted that I take a bottle of Gatorade with me. In the morning, I noticed that they had left another bottle on my picnic table. At the risk of sounding repetitive, I’m constantly meeting generous and friendly people about every day.
There were no trees to set up my hammock. Since there was no risk of rain and few mosquitoes, I just slept on my sleeping pad under the stars.
Ron "Watchin the Stars" Occhiuto
Ohio, yep, that's pretty much it for mile after mile!
I didn’t get an early start as I had intended; I overslept, but I probably needed the extra sleep. I had a quick granola bar breakfast, broke down my campsite, and got on the road. Riding in Ohio is, well, boring. While the roads are flat (but there is wind to with which to contend), they just go straight off into the horizon. There’s nothing much to see but cornfields and such. There’s no shade between towns and taking a break in the hot sun is not much of a rest at all--might as well keep pedaling until one arrives at a town.
Just when I was about to find a place to stealth camp (stealth camping: to camp secretly on a piece of land without prior permission from either public authorities or private owners.), I came upon a travel trailer park. I went to the office and spoke to the owner, and asked if I might camp there. He does not typically allow “tent camping” but makes an exception for motor cyclist and bicyclists. I was very pleased since I was in dire need of a shower (an amenity that stealth camping seldom provides). I was not preparing my campsite for five minutes when the nice folks in a travel trailer next to me invited me to come over to their site for a 4th of July picnic. I, of course, said yes. I stayed and chatted for about an hour or so. They insisted that I take a bottle of Gatorade with me. In the morning, I noticed that they had left another bottle on my picnic table. At the risk of sounding repetitive, I’m constantly meeting generous and friendly people about every day.
There were no trees to set up my hammock. Since there was no risk of rain and few mosquitoes, I just slept on my sleeping pad under the stars.
Ron "Watchin the Stars" Occhiuto
Monday, July 4, 2011
Day 12, July 3, 2011
Town Square in Medina, OH
Akron to Norwalk (62 miles)
Refer to photo above: Medina is a quaint little town west of the Akron suburbs. Unfortunately, this photo does not do the town justice. The town square was beautiful. I stopped and had a cup of coffee at a pleasant shop across the street from the square. The square was tastefully decorated for the Fourth of July celebration. I noticed a board that announced events such as Jazz in the Park, string quartets, art festivals and various other attractions. The town had the look of a middle American town of the late fifties. All the shops surrounding the square were occupied by businesses that appeared to be in operation. The town had such an authentic and uncontrived feeling about it. I would have liked to have stayed for a bit.
I woke up early and ate a few granola bars with peanut butter. I was on the road pedaling by 6:30. I had ridden 50 miles by 11:00 am and was making very good time. As much as I wanted to go on and cover a greater distance, I quit pedaling at about an hour after I eaten lunch. I had found a campground with laundry facilities, and wi-fi and just couldn’t resist stopping for the day. I did my laundry and relaxed for the rest of the day and spent the evening commiserating with some fellow campers, Mary & Austin, a local couple who just wanted to camp for a change of routine. They were kind enough to offer me burgers and beer. I took them up on both offers. As the night progressed, they became even more generous with their beer. I, of course, practiced moderation concerning the beer, since I wanted to wake up fresh and prepared to pedal. After politely declining the continued offer of more beer (about every three to five minutes or so) by my less moderate fellow campers, I thought it better that I go to my hammock to read for a bit and go to sleep. I thanked Justin and Mary for their generosity and wished them well.
I'm looking forward to tomorrow.
Ron
Ron
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Day 11, July 2, 2011
Salem, OH to Akron, OH (52 miles)
Today was uneventful. I would have liked to have gone more miles, but I had stopped to make some blog entries, and the threat of severe thunderstorms inclined me to stop at a place that that offered extra protection from the rain. I stayed under a small pavilion behind a hospital in the suburbs of Akron. It was located a two hundred yards or so from the hospital. I had stopped at a grocery store in Akron to re-supply, so I had some food to cook. I used my portable Primus burner and made some rice and beans.
I plan on getting up early tomorrow and get some miles in before noon, so I can make my blog entries and still have time to cover some distance. Also, I’m getting to the point where I really would like a proper shower. I intend on finding a campground convenient to my route and clean up a bit.
One more thing: My good friend of many years, Brenda, (She is so sweet that she asks me to text her in the mornings so that she knows I survived the night, unmolested by man or beast; it's nice to know someone worries about you, although her fears are misplaced.) was upset (only moderately so) that I "plugged" McDs in some of my posts. Brenda, you see, is a Vegan. To make amends to her, I promised to do something on my blog to balance out my pitch for McD‘s being a convenient place to charge one‘s electronics and purchase cheap protein when on a bike tour. And, hey, I love vegetables too! I've certainly eaten my share of South Carolina peaches and California plums on this trip. Also, while not an ethical vegetarian, I am opposed to any unnecessary pain caused to any animals we kill in order to eat. I'm more of an animal welfare kinda guy, but I digress.
So, in the spirit of the 4th of July, the day of independence that resulted in the creation of the greatest nation ever conceived in all of world history, whose wealth, power, and achievements have only been rivaled by its unprecedented benevolence, I implore all of you to………………………………..
Until next time,
Ron "Eatin His Veggies" Occhiuto
Day 10, July 1, 2011
Darlington, PA to Salem, OH (31 miles)
I had another day of covering less mileage than I had anticipated. As fate would have it, I began the day with some irritating mechanical problems with my bike. My bike would not allow me to shift to the smallest front chain ring. The smallest chain ring has the lowest gear range. Since I knew I still had lots of climbing hills ahead of me, I really wanted that lower gear ratio. I tinkered with the front derailleur for a bit, and after some trial and error, I finally got the gears operating as they should. (I had put new cable on my bike in preparation for my trip. I suspect cable-stretch might have been the culprit.) All this caused me to leave much later than I’d intended.
I crossed the state line into Ohio, and celebrated by treating myself to a big country breakfast. I had a serious craving for some protein, so I ordered two extra sides of bacon and sausage along with my three eggs. It’s important to keep one’s body fueled on an extended bike tour since you’re burning lots of calories all day long. According to my bicycle computer, I’m burning about 1200 calories per day on average. This is a low estimate. I had to input the variables of my age and weight into the computer to get calories burned data. The problem is that the computer does not take into account the extra 65 lbs. of gear I’m carrying on my bike. It takes much more energy to move a “loaded” bike at any given speed that it does to move an unloaded bike. Although I can’t be sure, I’d estimate that I’m burning upwards of 2000 calories on a 75 mile day.
At about noon, I stopped at McDs in Columbiana to get eat a couple Mcdoubles. (Hey, at a buck a piece, that’s a lot of calories for the money --390!) I also wanted to update my blog. I had pics to download, and I needed to charge my cell phone and GPS. I ended up staying there until nearly 4:30. At this rate, I’ll never get to Milwaukee! I need to start pounding those pedals to make up for lost miles.
I stayed at a motel in Salem, OH. I was disappointed that there were no laundry facilities. I’ve been rinsing some of my clothes out, but it’s about time that I give my riding shorts a good washing. I chatted for a bit with some of the “long-term” customers of the motel who pay by the week. They were an interesting bunch. They were generous with their beer as well. Knowing, however, that I wanted to make up for lost time, I politely declined the offer of a third beer. It was the first time I slept in a bed since day 2 when I stayed at my Buddy, John’s house in Winchester. It was not the Hyatt Hotel, but I slept well.
I’m sitting in a McDs in Akron, OH as I write this entry. All McDs have a hotspot, and they are good places to recharge one’s electronics. The ubiquitous nature of McDs makes them very convenient when on the road. They typically have large glass windows, making it easy to keep an eye on one’s bike and equipment. I also must confess that when I’m not actually cooking my food at a campsite, McDonalds has been providing many of my calories at exceedingly reasonable prices. A few burgers and some fries really charges my batteries, and I feel like I can go for miles. I typically don’t eat a lot of McDs food because it is high in calories, and if I’m not burning it off, it’s a surplus that I don’t need.
Well, I really must run (ride) now. I’m going to load up on a couple of Mchicken sandwiches and hit the road; I’ll have the calories burned in two hours! (In your face, Morgan Spurlock!!!)
Ron "McDouble Eater" Occhiuto
I had another day of covering less mileage than I had anticipated. As fate would have it, I began the day with some irritating mechanical problems with my bike. My bike would not allow me to shift to the smallest front chain ring. The smallest chain ring has the lowest gear range. Since I knew I still had lots of climbing hills ahead of me, I really wanted that lower gear ratio. I tinkered with the front derailleur for a bit, and after some trial and error, I finally got the gears operating as they should. (I had put new cable on my bike in preparation for my trip. I suspect cable-stretch might have been the culprit.) All this caused me to leave much later than I’d intended.
I crossed the state line into Ohio, and celebrated by treating myself to a big country breakfast. I had a serious craving for some protein, so I ordered two extra sides of bacon and sausage along with my three eggs. It’s important to keep one’s body fueled on an extended bike tour since you’re burning lots of calories all day long. According to my bicycle computer, I’m burning about 1200 calories per day on average. This is a low estimate. I had to input the variables of my age and weight into the computer to get calories burned data. The problem is that the computer does not take into account the extra 65 lbs. of gear I’m carrying on my bike. It takes much more energy to move a “loaded” bike at any given speed that it does to move an unloaded bike. Although I can’t be sure, I’d estimate that I’m burning upwards of 2000 calories on a 75 mile day.
At about noon, I stopped at McDs in Columbiana to get eat a couple Mcdoubles. (Hey, at a buck a piece, that’s a lot of calories for the money --390!) I also wanted to update my blog. I had pics to download, and I needed to charge my cell phone and GPS. I ended up staying there until nearly 4:30. At this rate, I’ll never get to Milwaukee! I need to start pounding those pedals to make up for lost miles.
I stayed at a motel in Salem, OH. I was disappointed that there were no laundry facilities. I’ve been rinsing some of my clothes out, but it’s about time that I give my riding shorts a good washing. I chatted for a bit with some of the “long-term” customers of the motel who pay by the week. They were an interesting bunch. They were generous with their beer as well. Knowing, however, that I wanted to make up for lost time, I politely declined the offer of a third beer. It was the first time I slept in a bed since day 2 when I stayed at my Buddy, John’s house in Winchester. It was not the Hyatt Hotel, but I slept well.
I’m sitting in a McDs in Akron, OH as I write this entry. All McDs have a hotspot, and they are good places to recharge one’s electronics. The ubiquitous nature of McDs makes them very convenient when on the road. They typically have large glass windows, making it easy to keep an eye on one’s bike and equipment. I also must confess that when I’m not actually cooking my food at a campsite, McDonalds has been providing many of my calories at exceedingly reasonable prices. A few burgers and some fries really charges my batteries, and I feel like I can go for miles. I typically don’t eat a lot of McDs food because it is high in calories, and if I’m not burning it off, it’s a surplus that I don’t need.
Well, I really must run (ride) now. I’m going to load up on a couple of Mchicken sandwiches and hit the road; I’ll have the calories burned in two hours! (In your face, Morgan Spurlock!!!)
Ron "McDouble Eater" Occhiuto
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