The word adventure can mean a lot of different things to a lot of different people. Maybe that's the beauty of it. For some an adventure might be their first long ride beyond their neighborhood. For others it might take a little more: Riding across a continent, an extreme amount of miles in extreme conditions, or something...shall we say...dangerous? It's a subjective sort of thing that comes without judgment from us. If it's an adventure to you, well then it's an adventure. Period.
Adventure also comes with all kinds nuances when it comes to preparation. What to pack? Self-supported? All-inclusive? Totally plush? Totally rogue? Whatever you wish, or can afford, it's probably out there waiting for you. On the adventure scale we probably come in happily just shy of the middle somewhere. A few days unsupported in lonely places with great scenery will usually do it for us. We HAVE flirted with Border Patrol, been followed by government drones, been frozen in the French Alps, and been shaken-down and violated by customs, but none of that is required action for us to be happy. We just like to ride in interesting places for the most part. But the point we're driving at is really not about how big your adventure is or how you decide to do it. The point is that we love adventure and the most important step is actually just deciding to take one.
For every 50 good adventures we dream up we probably follow through on about 2. It's just part of reality for us. Time, money, lack of gear, family, kids, whatever. It seems like something is always getting in the way. But we have yet to go an adventure that was not memorable, worth it, and something we will remember for a lifetime. We are wise enough now to know that waiting for everything to line up and be perfect almost never comes. We just go. We do enough research to be relatively safe and we figure out the rest along the way. That's our style. We recommend you do whatever you are comfortable with.
In closing, to support our mission to empower more people to take on more adventure, we leave you with a quick recap of one our best trips ever. Almost nothing in our preparation was perfect, not even close (as you can plainly see by our bikes in the photos.) Here's a brief breakdown: We drove almost 20 hours to get to Nova Scotia from New York. We didn't have any maps or rain-gear. Our bikes were weighted so poorly they shook on the downhills and one of us couldn't stand-up out of the saddle for 5 days without the bike wiggling and feeling like it was going to snap. We had no Canadian dollars for the Canadian tolls, no idea of the conditions of the roads, no way for the innkeeper we met on day 1 to call us two days later to tell us we were riding into a storm, no idea that it snows in October in Nova Scotia, and no idea that we would only see a few human beings, and not a single cyclist because what we thought was prime time for a ride, was in fact not. Or was it?
That's most of what we didn't have. What we did have was: 5 days of blessed views and epic riding across the highlands of Nova Scotia including the entire Cabot Trail all to ourselves. We had more laughs than we could count. More memories than we could count. Eagle sightings, moose sightings, moose having sex sightings, climbs and descents that went on for days, postcard images around every turn, one epic argument, some great photographs, some the best riding we had ever done, and a trip that we still talk about today and will for a lifetime. If we had waited for everything to be perfect we never would have gone. We ran into the woods after wild moose in our cleats. Literally we did. We can say that. Could you imagine if we had waited for perfect?
- Search and State