After twenty-one years of cycling trips, we keep hoping it might get easier.
Problem is, we keep getting older too, which tends to counter any of the original benefit of having done it a few times.
We originally called these tours Hell on Wheels cuz we kind of thought we were, what with all the partying and carrying on.
But here’s the new perimenopausal reality: It’s the cycling that’s hell. We just happen to be on wheels or recently fallen off them ( as evidenced in this photo) when the hell is occuring.
We started this year’s trip in Astoria at the Oregon/Washington border and pedalled our butts off to just past Brookings, Oregon at the California border. In between there was a bit of shuttling to help with some of the too-long days, but the last day was a 123 kilometre burn to the border.
Ainaz and Robin from the Great Explorations bike tour company in Vancouver were awesome support. They helped make the finish feel like we’d done the Tour de France. Not bad for some old gals….