This weekend I'm going to Doe Bay Fest. If you don't know what that is don't worry. Most people haven't heard of it ~eye roll~. It's a little music festival, and when I say little I mean about 400-500 people, on Orcas Island, which is one of the San Juans.
My partner Kyla and I went a couple years ago and found it really wonderful. There are tons of kids there, it's very family focused, there's awesome food, drinks, and of course, music. Most of the bands are folk or maybe folk-rock, but then there are some outliers, some metal and rap (last time I went Hobosexual was the resident metal band and the rap group Champagne, Champagne was the headliner).
The music, however, sometimes takes a back seat to just hanging on in Doe Bay which is absolutely awesome, especially in the summer.
So tonight, after I get off work at 11pm, Kyla and I are driving to Whidbey to drop off Wellington, our cat, at my dads. Then we have an early morning up to Anacortes where we catch the 6:40am water taxi right to the bay. As we're volunteering this time around we then have a full day of work from 9am-4pm and then from 11pm-2am. After that, we'll have Friday-Sunday to enjoy the festival burden free of our volunteer hours. It will be a total marathon, but one worth the exhaustion.
Oh, and who is playing at Doe Bay this year? I have no idea. It's the 10th anniversary of Doe Bay Fest and the planners have decided to keep the line up a secret until festival goers get there. Seems like an inspired idea, or a complete disaster. Who knows? But I'll let you know when I get back.
This pipe-dream started like most pipe-dreams do. For some time now I've been building Kyla's touring bike (restoring it, actually, as it's from the 80's) and we've been talking about hitting the road on a long tour that follows what is now called The Great Trail, across Canada. If you don't know what The Great Trail is, it's about what it sounds like. A trail that stretches from Vancouver BC all the way past Montreal to St. John's in Newfoundland and Labrador. That's about 6,000 kilometers. Maybe more. Probably more. Now we wouldn't start in Vancouver. Instead, the dream is to pack our bike(s) and fly to Montreal, then cycling The Great Trail due west in order to get home. Why start in Montreal? Well, one reason is that my friend Christian, who lives in London has the same ambition, and it would be great to have him meet us in Montreal. The second reason is, from Montreal until you hit the Canadian Rockies, there's very little elevation gain, so we'd have thousands of kilometers to get our legs into shape. And that's where the tandem comes in.
Despite my attempts to fix up Kyla's old Fuji Touring Series IV, Christian informed me yesterday that he'd gotten a tandem bike for him and his partner to ride and how fun it was to have the other person right there with you to talk with and to share the load, literally. So I've been shopping for tandems now. Of course, you can spend a fortune on a tandem. Near $10,000 if you want. But you can also find decent deals on used tandems.
As nice as it would be to have a brand new tandem with disk breaks, it's just not in my price range. Then there's this on Craigslist:
Sure, this IBIS Touche looks 80's but that's part of the charm. This thing has, by the owners admission, done the Seattle to Portland ride a couples times, and a few tours. That's just the type of bike I'm looking for. Something I know can hold up, but doesn't decimate my bank account. Oh yeah, here's a map of The Great Trail:
Last Thursday Kyla and I went on a cycling adventure for a couple days. Our goal was Lake Cushman which is about 50 miles from Olympia. While we didn't make it to Cushman due to waning light we still had a great time.
It was a bit of a bummer as we had to take the 101 all the way out there, and it's pretty busy.
Our destination, however, was worth every drop of sweat and every sore muscle.