m5nardi
10-10-07, 01:35 AM
My three kids, two dogs and I will be touring next summer. The kids are older, ages 11, 12 and 16 right now. Our goal at the moment is to round Lake Michigan, stopping to visit friends on the U.P., Mackinac Island, and some family in lower MI. Since it's a rather ambitious trip I thought we should spend as many weekends as possible this fall shaking out our riding and camping on short two day trips. So far we've ridden three.
The first was the longest, most grueling 12 miles I've ever ridden in my LIFE, followed the next day by 12 even uglier miles. We rode to a friend's house where all our gear was located, sans dogs, carrying only water and a small bag of snacks and necessities. My young, fairly fit, active children all died on or about mile 3 and left behind three whining, grumpy zombies that called for stops about every 20 minutes. And then every 15 minutes. And so on. This was no speed race either, at one point I'm sure I could've jumped off and jogged alongside them easily.
The second trip was supported, after a fashion, dragging a borrowed trailer with the dogs to a campground 15 miles from our house. When we got there I called my husband to bring our gear, prepacked into the trunk of his car, and just barely stifled my desire to ask him to bring me sedatives and/or alcohol in large quantities. While there was less whining, the kids were still grumpy and we took plenty of breaks. Again I was amazed that my fat, out of shape self seemed to be the strong link in this chain. However, the overnight seemed more fun, since my kids are experienced campers. They seemed slightly more energetic on the return trip, or perhaps just more resigned.
The third trip, back to the original friend's house but this time dragging the dogs and 50 pounds of our own gear. I absolutely dreaded this trip. True to form, mile 3 or 4 was the breaking point for everyone but my youngest, who was carrying only a small bag and bottle. I think there are dried tears on a few pages of my paper journal from notes made on day 1 of this trip. I made up my mind just a few minutes before we got to his house that we'd load up his pickup, drive home, and spend next summer at the beach instead.
But when we got there the kids unloaded and set up camp instead of collapsing. By the time we were all pitched and settled, they were laughing and playing rock/paper/scissors for the first shower. When we all sat around dinner we discussed ways we could possibly improve morale, since the point of our tour isn't to make the miles, but to enjoy them. We'd already ridden nearly 70 of the most miserable miles imaginable, I didn't think I could face 1000 more of those. This was supposed to be fun!
With the votes tallied, it seemed "more food" would help stifle the crabby. It was mentioned that the trailer wasn't helping much, and I have to agree it wasn't exactly what I had planned to buy or build. It was a cheap, wide, heavy kiddie trailer, overkill for our gear and my tiny chihuahuas. We'd been trading it among the two older kids and I, with my son (the 12 year old) clearly the most capable of pulling it with the least amount of strain. On a side note, the dogs loved the trips.
I have to admit the kids were in better spirits every time they ate. It was hard to get them to eat what I considered 'enough' though, until after we'd finished cycling for the day. I grabbed some richer more calorie dense treats for our last leg home and it helped, some. We hit every convenience store we passed for chocolate milks, too. At least they are starting to believe me when I tell them to eat more!
The only other thing to mention is my plan to buy a tandem for youngest and I seems to be a great idea, while the rest of us are getting stronger she doesn't seem to be building the same endurance. It's not going to do morale any good watching her ride a naked bike, while we struggle under our fully loaded bikes, either.
The first was the longest, most grueling 12 miles I've ever ridden in my LIFE, followed the next day by 12 even uglier miles. We rode to a friend's house where all our gear was located, sans dogs, carrying only water and a small bag of snacks and necessities. My young, fairly fit, active children all died on or about mile 3 and left behind three whining, grumpy zombies that called for stops about every 20 minutes. And then every 15 minutes. And so on. This was no speed race either, at one point I'm sure I could've jumped off and jogged alongside them easily.
The second trip was supported, after a fashion, dragging a borrowed trailer with the dogs to a campground 15 miles from our house. When we got there I called my husband to bring our gear, prepacked into the trunk of his car, and just barely stifled my desire to ask him to bring me sedatives and/or alcohol in large quantities. While there was less whining, the kids were still grumpy and we took plenty of breaks. Again I was amazed that my fat, out of shape self seemed to be the strong link in this chain. However, the overnight seemed more fun, since my kids are experienced campers. They seemed slightly more energetic on the return trip, or perhaps just more resigned.
The third trip, back to the original friend's house but this time dragging the dogs and 50 pounds of our own gear. I absolutely dreaded this trip. True to form, mile 3 or 4 was the breaking point for everyone but my youngest, who was carrying only a small bag and bottle. I think there are dried tears on a few pages of my paper journal from notes made on day 1 of this trip. I made up my mind just a few minutes before we got to his house that we'd load up his pickup, drive home, and spend next summer at the beach instead.
But when we got there the kids unloaded and set up camp instead of collapsing. By the time we were all pitched and settled, they were laughing and playing rock/paper/scissors for the first shower. When we all sat around dinner we discussed ways we could possibly improve morale, since the point of our tour isn't to make the miles, but to enjoy them. We'd already ridden nearly 70 of the most miserable miles imaginable, I didn't think I could face 1000 more of those. This was supposed to be fun!
With the votes tallied, it seemed "more food" would help stifle the crabby. It was mentioned that the trailer wasn't helping much, and I have to agree it wasn't exactly what I had planned to buy or build. It was a cheap, wide, heavy kiddie trailer, overkill for our gear and my tiny chihuahuas. We'd been trading it among the two older kids and I, with my son (the 12 year old) clearly the most capable of pulling it with the least amount of strain. On a side note, the dogs loved the trips.
I have to admit the kids were in better spirits every time they ate. It was hard to get them to eat what I considered 'enough' though, until after we'd finished cycling for the day. I grabbed some richer more calorie dense treats for our last leg home and it helped, some. We hit every convenience store we passed for chocolate milks, too. At least they are starting to believe me when I tell them to eat more!
The only other thing to mention is my plan to buy a tandem for youngest and I seems to be a great idea, while the rest of us are getting stronger she doesn't seem to be building the same endurance. It's not going to do morale any good watching her ride a naked bike, while we struggle under our fully loaded bikes, either.
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