|Ready to roll!|
We had almost ridden a single overnight in late July, and had a good handle on packing for 1 night with just our rear panniers. But when we added our third day of clothing, we ended up with just too much in our rear bags and over the rear wheel. So at the last minute, I found the hardware to quickly install our Bruce Gordon front rack and we added our front panniers. Wile the bike looked over-loaded, all the external pockets were almost empty, and none of the bags were filled to capacity.
With the expected hot weather, we opted for CamelBak hydration packs, (we both have 70oz models), and a pair each of PodiumChill bottles for Gatorade. I like to use a CamelBak when I captain, and they provide cool water for about twice as long as a water bottle.
We finished packing and rolled out a little before Noon on Saturday. The last time I had captained the tandem with full panniers had been one of our family foursome tours, with a child stoker and pulling our Burley Nomad trailer. For this trip, our combined gear was still lighter than my single bike with a camp touring load. Our Sovereign handled the extra weight (let’s say 75 pounds of bike and gear along 320(ish) lbs of Captain and stoker) with a well-remembered grace. After just a couple of miles, it felt normal to be on touring tandem again. (In the first 10 years we were married, Linda I had ridden over 5,000 miles of camp touring on a tandem.)
Our first 5 miles were through our neighborhood and then north on the Monon Trail. Our route would parallel US31 on side ride roads, passing through rolling farmland and patches of shade from the frequent wood lots. The forecast temperatures in the 90s were tempered by a hazy overcast and a light headwind. The heat had left its mark on the chip-and-sealed roads, with tar bubbles popping when ever we drifted out of the well-worn tire tracks.
Our first stop was at Wilson’s Farm market, where we each picked out a lunch; chicken salad for Linda, and some fried chicken and a biscuit for me, and we shared cold drinks and some of their famous pretzel bread. Wilson’s is always a fun place to stop, and it was as busy as ever.
We were soon back on our way north, with the overcast to our west growing darker and moving closer to our line of travel. As we entered a small four-corner town, a misty sprinkle became a steady light rain. At first we paused under a tree, but as the rain continued to increase in intensity, we rolled back a half block to a closed business with a porch, and sat out the 20-minute shower under cover. A quick check of the weather app predicted a short shower, and the sky soon cleared and we were rolling again, without the need to pull out our rain gear.
We did not find another stop before the Kokomo city limits, so we continued on to our hotel. Luckily, the hotel next door had just had a cancelation, so we were able to cancel our premium room, cutting the cost of our overnight in half. By 4:30 pm we had the bike in our room, and we showered and walked next door for a relaxing steak dinner.
We had a quiet night in the hotel, and I let Linda sleep in. After packing the bike and eating breakfast, we were ready to ride, about an hour earlier than the day before. After some breakfast, we were rolling west. We left the outskirts of Kokomo and after just a few miles of suburbia, we were back among the valleys of corn and seas of soy beans.
For Sunday’s riding we had a couple small towns along the route, and the stops with air conditioning and cold drinks were welcome. We passed through Russaville, and then Forest, and finally Michigantown. Here we were surprised by finding a delightful tavern and restaurant, the Angry Donkey. The food was great, and we expect to lead a ride there next year, just for the name!
It was an easy 15 miles after our late lunch, with more miles of farmland before passing through the back streets of Frankfort on the way to our hotel on the west side of town. Our nice lunch made an order-in pizza for dinner an easy choice, and we settled in for showers and a quiet evening.
We enjoyed the hotel’ complementary breakfast, and then began our third and final day on the road. Our first stop was Kirkland, trying some new roads the next Tour De Mulberry along the way. It was warming up fast, and cool drinks were again the order of the day at the quick shop in Kirkland.
15 miles later we were in Sheridan, where to our disappointment, the Dairy Queen closed for Labor Day! So after a short break and at a quick shop, we were ready to start final miles home.
As we were preparing to leave the quick shop, a couple of guys on tri-bikes pulled in. It was quite a contrast from our fully load tandem, festooned with packs gear to the sleek, to their sleek time trial bikes; yet we were all bound the by the enjoyment of pedals driving wheels.
We ended the weekend with over 120 miles, and a well earned sense of accomplishment and relaxation. We got a few funny looks when explaining we rode to Kokomo and Frankfort for a “vacation”. However anyone who rides knows the truth of the adage, the journey is the reward.