With my belly grumbling, I decided to stop for a spell at Lakeview Park along Lake Erie to eat my electric banana. I didn’t know anything about the park, I just happened to see that it had a waterview.
Though my morning ride was just little over a hundred miles since leaving Napoleon, Ohio where I’d spent the night, with everything I’d seen so far, it felt like I’d already been riding for a long time. The park was a perfect place to take a breather.
After parking myself on the steps I looked out to the infinite horizon, marveling at the size of the lake. I was pleasantly surprised to find a lighthouse bracing against the wind off to the east.
The Lorain Lighthouse – Lorain, Ohio
The West Quoddy Head Lighthouse in Lubec, Maine has been a place that I’ve wanted to visit for many years now. Maybe 2016 will be the year that I finally make the ride up to see the stripey lighthouse. It sits in the eastern-most corner of the United States. That’s kind of neat – to go as far as you can within our borders.
While looking at some of the lighthouse pictures on Flickr, it seems like Lubec might be a good area for me to finally get to see the milky way, which I’m slightly obsessed with. Have you seen it?
I wish I had some insight in to what it is that I find so appealing about lighthouses. Perhaps it has something to do with their strength, silence, ability to weather fierce storms, and shining a light in the dark for people to find their way. The buildings and the people who manned them were made from strong stuff.
Maybe, just maybe later this year you’ll see a picture of me waving from in front of that red and white striped tower. Dream it, do it. Right?
Today was Kenny’s maiden voyage on his sweet new Salsa Beargrease. I thought for sure that he was going to go with a mountain bike but no, he surprised me by going fat.
I wasn’t sure how hard it was going to be pedaling on the shore today. The wind was really blowing with gusts up around 40mph. But I guess it was mostly at our back. Kenny, George and I rode to Ocean Beach on Fire Island and had some lunch at CJs without too much of an effort.
For the return trip we cruised through the towns on the sand roads. We saw lots of deer moseying around. They’re so darn cute.
After picking our way through some puddles we stopped at the lighthouse so I could grab a few postcards.
It was an excellent winter beach ride.
As imperfect as Long Island is for riding a motorcycle, it as equally as perfect for beach riding a fatbike. Go figure.
The first “long” ride I took with Lord Chubbleton was on Fire Island. What started with a casual ride along the shoreline, turned into a 20 mile roll.
Now, I know in the grand scheme of bicycle rides 20 isn’t very long. But for my inexperienced legs in the sand? It was.
George and I rode east from Robert Moses along the beach, chit-chatting away. Before we knew it 10 miles had passed.
In the interest of different scenery, we left the beach and headed into the towns.
There are no paved roads on Fire Island. There is nothing but sand.
This sweet little baby was unfazed by me as I rode closer and closer. I stopped and took out my phone and it didn’t even flinch. How wonderful and terrible.
They’re just so cute. I want to hug one.
On the day after my birthday my mom, daughter and I spent a few hours beach-combing along the shores of Orient State Park. Off in the distance I could see the shadow of the Long Beach Bar Lighthouse which is affectionately called the Bug Light. From the parking lot, I think it’s about a 3 mile walk to the lighthouse. I kept thinking – I’ve gotta ride out there and take a look at it.
The following weekend, I did just that.
The ride out to the lighthouse was another rocky one. Even so, I still enjoyed making my way along the shoreline.
I love finding patches of red sand around the island.
Each time I go out for a ride on my bike I am reminded that there is always something new and beautiful to be seen.
With the wind blowing, I found a nice place to sit nestled amongst the scrubby trees. I pulled up a seat on a piece of driftwood and had some breakfast. There under the bright blue sky I just sat listening to the gentle waves pulling back across the rocks and making that glassy twinkling I love so much.