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Lorain Lighthouse – Banana at East Beach

Lorain Lighthouse – Banana at East Beach

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

I’d Like to Go To: The West Quoddy Head Lighthouse

I’d Like to Go To: The West Quoddy Head Lighthouse

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?

West Quoddy Head Light

This post is part of a 29 posts in 29 days blogging challenge hosted by Kathy at ToadMama.com. Today’s writing prompt: Name a place you want to visit this year. Why?
Beargrease Maiden Voyage to Fire Island

Beargrease Maiden Voyage to Fire Island

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.

fuzzygalore fatbike ride on fire island

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.

fuzzygalore fatbike riding on fire island

After picking our way through some puddles we stopped at the lighthouse so I could grab a few postcards.

fuzzygalore fatbike fire island lighthouse

It was an excellent winter beach ride.

Fatbike on the Beach at Fire Island

Fatbike on the Beach at Fire Island

As imperfect as Long Island is for riding a motorcycle, it as equally as perfect for beach riding a fatbike. Go figure.

fatbike on the beach fire island

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.

fatbikes at the fire island lighthouse

George and I rode east from Robert Moses along the beach, chit-chatting away. Before we knew it 10 miles had passed.

fire island red phone booth atm

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.

fatbikes near sunken forest sign

And deer.

deer on fire island

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.

Fatbike: Riding to the Bug Light in Orient

Fatbike: Riding to the Bug Light in Orient

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.

fatbike orient bug light lighthouse

The following weekend, I did just that.

fatbike out to bug light orient

The ride out to the lighthouse was another rocky one. Even so, I still enjoyed making my way along the shoreline.

fatbike red sand at orient

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.

fatbike breakfast on the beach at orient

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.

Old Blue Eyes and the Concord Point Lighthouse

Old Blue Eyes and the Concord Point Lighthouse

When I turned off of I-95 at the exit for Havre de Grace, Maryland I had only one goal in mind. I would visit the Desert Storm muffler man.

desert storm muffler man havre de grace maryland

As I approached the station where he stood outside, my GPS chirped “Approaching. Desert Storm muff-a-ler man. On right,” in that quirky way she does. Muff-a-ler. It makes me snicker every time.

This muff has some piercing blue eyes, doesn’t he? I feel like he could use a little Chapstick, too.

havre de grace maryland muffler man

On a cluster of “Welcome to” signs that greeted me on the way in to town, I spotted one that mentioned a lighthouse. I hadn’t realized just how close to the Chesapeake Bay I was.

After I finished up with ole blue eyes, I looked up the lighthouse on the GPS and went for a visit.

concord point lighthouse havre de grace maryland

What a sweet little light it was!

The Corncord Point Lighthouse stands a mere 30 feet tall. It’s just a pipsqueak compared to some that I’ve visited. But, what it lacks in height it makes up for in charm.

I strolled around the small park grounds and watched the sun’s light shimmer on the bay. It was just me and a few elderly couples milling about.

I lingered a while, soaking up some sunshine. The heat felt so good after the pouring rain I’d ridden through during the previous 24 hours.

concord point lighthouse havre de grace marlyand

More often than not, I don’t  stop and explore local attractions. By my own doing I am usually focused on something specific and gems like the Concord Point Lighthouse go unnoticed.  I need to work on slowing my brain down a bit and not always being on to the next thing. (I know, good luck with that.)

Do you follow those tourist landmark signs when you see them?

Sights from the Road: Pennsylvania Landlocked Lighthouse

Sights from the Road: Pennsylvania Landlocked Lighthouse

This landlocked lighthouse is a re-purposed grain silo, sitting on Kernsville Rd. in Allentown, Pennsylvania. Needless to say Kenny and I were pretty surprised to see it in the middle of the rolling, green hills. If ships are running aground in Allentown, I’m thinking a twirly light isn’t really going to help.

Landlocked Lighthouse Kernsvill Rd. Allentown PA

Don’t you just love the dreamers of the world? Have you ever seen a landlocked lighthouse?

California Dreaming: Willits to San Francisco

California Dreaming: Willits to San Francisco

June 20, 2008 – Willits to San Francisco

There was a little bit of a sting to leaving Willits. This was our final day of riding in California. We had to be back in San Francisco to return our rental bikes by dinner time. Though another beautiful day of riding along the serpentine tarmac of the coast lay ahead, the ride was tinged with the sadness of knowing that the trip we had been dreaming of for so long was nearly finished.

We headed west towards Fort Bragg and began our easy-going meander down the coast. Point Cabrillo Lighthouse

We stopped along the way, enjoying the views and visiting the lighthouses at both Point Cabrillo and Point Arena and having a bite to eat in Mendocino. Onward we went, heading back to where we’d started from in San Francisco.

Point Cabrillo Lighthouse

When we rode inland off the coast, the heat felt like a punch to the gut. One minute we were cruising along in the mild air of the coastline and then WHAMMO!, it was H-O-T. We’d passed a bank sign while making a pit stop that read 114°.

I saw Greg put on his signal and move to the shoulder. Flat tire! The sun and the heat were merciless while we were standing there on the side of the highway. It felt every bit of that 114 degrees we’d seen earlier and then some. Thankfully, this roadside repair was done in jig time using the fabulously small and flexible Slime compressor and a Stop & Go Tire plugging kit.

The irony of getting a flat  at the Lucky Drive exit was not lost on me 🙂

Bike repairs in 120 degree heat outside San Francisco

With Greg’s tire plugged, each of us was hot and admittedly cranky but we were back on our way. The big red bridge though beautiful was like a dagger in my heart. Our ride was over. In what seemed to be the blink of an eye, we were pulling our bikes back in to the garage at Dubbleju.

Back to Dubbleju

How could 9 days have passed so quickly?


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