Adventures, Random Thoughts, and A Little Zen

Adventures, Random Thoughts, and A Little Zen
Boneyard Beach, Bull Island, Cape Romain National Wildlife Refuge, South Carolina

Thursday, January 11, 2018

Dipping my big toe in...

I almost entitled this as, “My foray into bikepacking begins.”  Then I looked up the word foray to make sure it aligned with my intent here and with synonyms like raid, attack, assault, incursion, onslaught, I felt like I should make another word choice, because an onslaught is not how I would describe this first step.  So I whittled the title “Dipping my big toe into the waters of bikepacking,” to the title above.

For those of you slightly less informed than myself, bikepacking is like backpacking, but you are substituting your back for a bike to carry your belongings for the adventure you are beginning.  So envision a bicycle, it’s tubular geometry of the frame and then imagine filling each space with a pack that straps to the frame, handle bars, or seat post.  Too much to imagine…?  Google bikepacking.

So, like backpacking, my intent is to be in nature, but to cover more ground using wheels vs. my legs.  For me, that is the biggest difference, with a bit more emphasis on adventure. 

So where does someone make the shift from walking with a pack to riding with them.  For me the motivation has come on three fronts.  First, after I got into fly fishing, I wanted to get farther away in less time and I thought my mountain bike could be the ticket.  Secondly, I place some blame on my friend Greg, who has done the Tour Divide and will again.  And finally, YouTube.  It’s not hard to find video of incredible adventures being had by others and with my active imagination; it’s not hard to see myself in their place.  So now I am in my infancy of replacing them, with me.

So where do I begin?  First, I have to really, really… really like riding my bike and I do.  I don’t always love it, but I like it more than I don’t.  I have to get intimate with my bike, in a mechanical way and this will be a process as I learn to be self-reliant when I break down.  And then getting past the stories of the physical and mental stresses this kind of adventure can inflict, some of them involving your butt (my butt in this case) and the onslaught of pain that can follow (maybe I should have stuck with my original title, because I just used the word onslaught).  But before I can place myself in the crosshairs of these potential stressors, I have to spend a small fortune outfitting my bike and myself.  This is where I am now.

It was my good fortune to use the timing of Christmas sales recently to help me in the initial steps of amassing the equipment needed to step into the ring of bikepacking.  Even so, this stuff is not cheap.  Remember, it all has to fit on your bike.  Small and light are the buzzwords.

I acquired a variety of packs to fit on different parts of my bike.  An ultralight tent, sleeping bag, and sleeping pad, all of which I wish I would have had when backpacking.

And that brings me up to the present.  My bag arrived recently and I couldn’t wait to try some of this stuff out.  In an effort to help my wife and I not pass our colds back and forth, we have been sleeping separately for the last few nights.  I got our bedroom, while she took to the couch to sleep in a more upright position.  And yesterday she was ready to move back to the bed and I was given the opportunity to take my turn elsewhere (did that sound positive?).  So lemons to lemonade…I decided to put my camping purchases to the test.  The weather briefly warmed up and I pitched my cool ultralight tent, inflated my new ultralight sleeping pad, and debagged my down sleeping quilt.  That’s right, not sleeping bag…quilt!  A new innovation in the ultralight world.

At this point you may have a mental picture of the scene, as I get ready for bed.  I’ve got my flashlight, Kleenex box, and 3 large pillows to keep my head elevated to maintain good drainage (remember, I have a cold)…the 3 pillows of course not standard bikepacking gear!  The forecast is for rain to develop overnight and turning into a wintry mix the following morning.

The night went well.  The quilt kept me toasty, too warm at times.  The sleeping pad will take some adjustment to get the air pressure fine-tuned, but worked well too.  And as I awoke to the pitter-patter of rain and realized I did not put the rainfly on the tent, I was so glad that I had pitched my tent in the living room for my maiden voyage into ultralight camping instead of the backyard.  Now if I can just have some major mechanical breakdowns in my garage instead of 70 miles from the nearest town, that probably doesn’t have a bike shop, I think I am well on my way to scratching the surface of this whole bikepacking thing!


My Zen from Home:  “A journey of a thousand miles begins with…”  This is my single step…well a step into my wallet, but a step nonetheless.  Hopefully my body will be able to keep up.  One step at a time.


Indoor testing is my preference!