Month: March 2014

It just got real!

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We received our Adventure Cycling maps in the mail last week and after reviewing the route in more detail and seeing the elevation charts…  well, suddenly it got real!  I’m sure us flatlander Michiganders are going to be in for a rude surprise come May!

Lots of planning and preparation in the works as we explore options for health insurance, mail forwarding, packing lists and shakedown rides.  We were planning to do some camping this weekend, but many of the campgrounds are not yet open for spring.  The calendar says it is springtime but we’re still experiencing single-digit temps at night and of course there is still plenty of snow on the ground.  And the snow we have on the ground is not the fluffy, soft, squeaky stuff that we enjoy in the height of winter – this is crusty, icy stuff that could potentially put a hole in our tent!  After quite a bit of searching on the Michigan DNR site, we found a campground not too far away that is open for the winter and has some good cycling options, so I think we’re going camping this weekend!  This will be a good test for our new sleeping bags, our cold weather preparation and our packing skills!  🙂


Shel Silverstein “Frozen Dream”

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Here’s a post to kick off Rathbike!!

When our kids were little, we did a lot of bedtime reading out of “The Funny Poem books” – Shel Silverstein’s books.  Now the kids are grown and I have wonderful memories of time spent reading to them – and raising them.  There was one poem I found particularly poignant – “Frozen Dream” and it has become even more significant as I ponder this upcoming trip.  Here is how the poem goes:


“I’ll take the dream I had last night
And put it in my freezer,
So someday long and far away
When I’m an old grey geezer,
I’ll take it out and thaw it out,
This lovely dream I’ve frozen,
And boil it up and sit me down
And dip my old cold toes in.”

We’re looking forward to living our dream this summer.  This blog will help us put it in our freezer.  Then when we’re old grey geezers – and we’re well on our way now – we’ll dip our old cold toes in.