Summer Travel

We did it! We finished immigration, I am now a dual citizen to Canada and USA….. and….. we are out of Portland for the summer!!!

Earlier in a post I told about how we purchased a short school bus that turned out to be a little out of our league. Sold that, kept looking with a more educated perspective, and found a very nice little bus that has it’s quirks but runs nicely for us. It took almost a year to get the leaks figured out and dealt with, but as far as we can tell, it is pretty water tight now. The inside got cut out, insulated with board, and built out for our little family of five. It is a tight space, but well laid out, and utilizes pretty much every square inch of usable space. This is the rig we are currently “living” out of while traveling through lower B.C. Canada for the summer before returning to Portland in the fall.

We also started our own vlog on YouTube! It’s called Simple Life Adventure. Surprising name I know, right?! My mom has a weekly vlog she does about their slow travel lifestyle, and we thought it would be fun to do the same for our simple adventure life. It started with some really random stuff, then documented a bit of our bus conversion, though I have to admit that once we set a dead line, it was hard to get the camera out while crunching long days prepping the bus and simultaneously moving out of our house. Once we started traveling though, we thought we would have PLENTY of time to take footage and edit. Yeah right!!!! When they say making regular videos for YouTube is a job, they really mean it! Especially with three kids.

One morning while we were at a rest stop between Sproat Lake and Tofino, (on Vancouver Island) one of my little sister’s was able to help guide me (via FB’s messaging app) through the WordPress program to get our site from a blog with a WordPress.com ending, to just .com. Easy I know, but it was intimidating for me! We all have our skills, and that is not one of mine! Anyhoo, now that this is a .com website, I see that I have to update everything on it. Bear with me as I go through and try to get caught up on all of it….. while staying on top of our YouTube channel….. while planning the next stage of our trip…. while keeping our kids happy, healthy and safe….. while maintaining my sanity!

Short but sweet post for all of you. And I just want to say Thank You for subscribing here, and thank you for checking out our videos and subscribing to them also…. cause I know you will!

We appreciate you all very much.

P.S. Seth is actually the one who does most of the vid editing. I love you dear!!!!

The Trip

Danaka + Burke Family at Snoqualmie Pass
Danaka + Burke Family at Snoqualmie Pass

Where do I start? The awesomeness of the scenery? Difficulty of hauling a couple hundred pounds up a mountain pass on loose gravel? The thrill of seeing our little girls play happy and content with anything they find on the forest floor? Or the difficulty of the logistics of getting us and our gear to where we needed to be?

I guess the story of our trip should start at the beginning. How do you get 2 children, 3 adults, 2 cargo bikes, 1 mountain bike and 1 trailer moved 167 miles to the start of a trail? Well, momma and kids take the bus to the train station and catch the big train to Tacoma, WA, while daddy and aunty get a rental truck to move the bikes and gear. They drive it to the station that mom and kiddos get off at, unload gear, drop off truck, start cycling.

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We followed the Cedar River trail south, camping between a river and the highway the first night. I was surprised at the number of late night/early morning bike commuters that used the trail we were camped beside. Nobody seemed to pay us any mind though, which was quite nice after a long stressful first day.

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Day 2 found us riding to the end of the paved section of trail and slogging along with big smiles on our faces over well packed gravel, stopping only when we got to locked gates in a park. What the heck? Where did the trail go? We spotted a fellow working at one of the park buildings and went over to ask him about the trail, and he very nicely gave us the low down on the situation we had unwittingly gotten ourselves into.

The Rail to Trail that we were following (Cedar River), was the continuation of the John Wayne Pioneer Trail that was our ultimate goal for our vacation. Our problem, was that the trail went straight through 90,638 acres of watershed, used by the City of Seattle, and the whole space was closed to the public after September, 2001, and very few trail maps of the area have been updated since that time. We would have to go around the watershed.

Danaka’s bike was lightest when unloaded, so I rode it to the closest town (Maple Valley) and rented a moving truck to get us around this big glitch in our trip. The only other option was to cycle with the little girls along 20 miles of highway with virtually no shoulder, and it was halfway through the afternoon already, so with our slow pace, we would have to find a place to camp right beside the highway. Didn’t like that idea.

With the truck we were able to get all of us around the watershed and up to North Bend, where we checked out the town a little bit and ended up crashing for the night in the back of the truck in a corner of a grocery store parking lot. It was a ten foot box truck, and remember it had all our big bicycle gear already in it! So Seth’s and my bikes got tied in place along each side, over the wheel wells, Danaka’s got suspended in mid air at the back of the box, and all the panniers were stuffed into any crevasse we could find. It left just enough room for Seth, the little girls and I to sleep shoulder to shoulder across the back wall with our feet funnelled toward the front where Danaka slept at an angle in front of the door, which we pulled down part way but tied so it could neither be opened from the outside, nor closed and us get locked in!

The nice part about camping beside a grocery store, was that we were able to get nice hot food for dinner, and fresh fruit for breakfast!

Okay, so we finally found the trail we wanted, just outside town, where we unloaded everything, and then I had to drive back into town with Danaka’s bike to do the whole “dropping off the truck” business, and find a bike shop to tighten one of the cranks on the bike. I was directed to SingleTrack Cycles and received wonderful friendly service, advice and local knowledge of the trails. They were a breath of fresh air after a rather stressful night of moving truck shenanigans.

We got rolling finally around noon and went pretty much without stop all on an up hill grade until we reached Rattlesnake Lake, where Marin and I went down and played in the mud and tree stumps for quite some time. It was just too much fun to stop!

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But we had to keep rolling, so we did, and found a camp spot with an amazing view! Oh yes, and we got to watch some rock climbers too. And a person gliding past in a motorized para-glider!

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With awesome views and only intermittent rumbles from the highway further down in the valley, we finally worked our way up to the top of the mountain pass, topping out half way through the Snoqualmie tunnel, which is 2.3 miles of hard packed gravel and dirt, with long, shallow, narrow ruts from bicycles grinding through the sporadic puddle caused by water dripping (or full fledged trickling) down from the ceiling. Of course in over 2 miles of tunnel, you need lights, even though the path is straight and you can see slivers of light from each end. But once you’re in the middle and turn OFF the lights, you can’t see diddily-squat. It’s been a long time since any of us were in darkness of that kind. We did try the “hand in front of our faces”, but to no avail. Only when looking at the light from one of the entrances could you then see, not your hand, but rather the absence of that light when you passed your hand between yourself and the entrance. There was no outline of things or anything! After a while of riding, I would think I was halfway through, only to look back and see the entrance was still large and I was far from halfway. Around mid point the tunnel became almost disconcerting. I couldn’t imagine going through by foot and taking 100 times longer!

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Once we passed through and filled up our water at the parking lot, the trail turned sloppy real fast. Our tires sunk down in the loose gravel and I think all of us fish tailed a couple times before we made it to the camping sites on the south end of Keechelus Lake. Marin really liked the lake, as the shores were steep and a mix of rocks and sand. We spent a long time sitting on a tall outcrop, throwing rocks over the edge, listening for the splash.

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That night we seriously discussed goals, miles, energy and expectations. It felt like we had been going for over a week, instead of having just finished our fourth day on the trail. We decided to cut the trip short, keep the camp set up the next morning and just do a quick day trip, then head home.

 

With only bare necessities and enough gear to get us un-comfortably but safely through the night if we got stranded somewhere, we headed out the next morning down the loose trail, with hardly any weight and a downhill grade. Eventually things levelled out and we passed through fields and farmland, swamps and over clear creeks. Our turnaround point was the “BBQ place” in South Cle Elum we had heard rants and raves about from multiple people. I guess there must be two places, because the one we went to had me wishing for Clay’s Smokehouse back in Portland after only three bites. Seth too. Not saying it was bad, it just didn’t come close to anything we were expecting.

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Our ride back to camp was long. We were getting tired, and Danaka was having that mental struggle that anybody who has set out on a multi day physical challenge has experienced. Thinking you can’t make it, you’re too tired, your knee hurts like hell, but knowing that you have to make it cause you have no choice, and you still don’t have the energy to keep pushing through. “I can’t do it”. It’s a hard spot to be in. Fortunately Seth and I have both been there multiple times before. Once I figured out what was sort of happening, we were able to make some changes, pull together and get us all safely back to camp in time for a late dinner.

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Next morning, we all felt a little sad that the trip was coming to an end and we were heading home, but there certainly was a lot of excitement and giddiness as well!

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Heading back toward North Bend, we made great time. I mean, heading downhill with heavy bikes is a heck of a lot easier than trying to fight gravity with those same bikes going uphill. What took us two days for us to go from North Bend to Lake Keechelus, we accomplished in reverse in less than one full day. We had time when we got into North Bend, to find the library and use their computers to figure out what bus routes the girls and I would need to take to get us back to Seattle so we could catch the train home to Portland the next day. Once that was figured out, our next task was to find a place to pitch our tents for the night. We headed north out of town and found a pretty good stealth site completely out of view from the trail. It was a little stressful, trying to keep the little girls quiet as we made dinner and set up the tents with the light fading and them just wanting to play, but we did it! There were no surprises in the morning. No cows wandering through, or rangers knocking on our poles. Yippy!!!

Breaking stealth camps can be kind of awkward, as my family usually wakes up hungry right away, but you gotta get everything broken down as fast as you can and out of there so there is no evidence of what you just did. That’s where I found easy to grab snack foods come in handy. Namely, dehydrated banana muffins. The girls loved them and it gave all of us something to settle our bellies as least temporarily.

Back in town, we eventually found our bus stop. Scrounged up a few baked goods from a local café, and said our goodbyes as the bus arrived. It was back to the girls and I taking public transportation home and Seth getting yet another rental truck. Here’s where we made our last big blunder. Instead of calling the rental places first thing to make sure they had something available before we got on the bus, it wasn’t until after the girls and I were already on our way before Seth found out that he would have to catch the same bus to a neighbouring town to get the only available truck. Two hours later he was on the same route that we had just taken (bus only ran every 2 hours). At this point we were just rolling our eyes and shaking our heads, dreaming of simply being home.

There’s not a whole lot to tell about the rest of the trip. The girls and I received an escort from a very nice person through the confusion of Seattle’s transit centre and construction. The girls had a grand time chasing each other through the wide open spaces of the train station, making people simultaneously smile at them and jump out of their way. On the train home I finally had a chance to look in a mirror and figure out what had been making my head itch like crazy for the last three days. Lice. Oh boy! When I found those little critters, all I could think of was the nit comb stashed in our cupboard. That, and try really really hard NOT to scratch! Literally, as soon as we got home, I kicked my shoes off and went straight to the bathroom to comb my hair without saying hi to anyone. Seth, by the way, got the truck and they (Seth and Danaka) had a safe drive home, beating us by half an hour. Just enough time to unload everything from the back and come meet us a couple blocks away for the final drag of the trip.

Next day, Seth dropped off the truck and came home with “our” beloved dog Lorax to keep the girls entertained for the day while we unpacked and cleaned our gear. Danaka helped out a ton too, with reading a kazillion books to Marin and keeping an eye on Elita.

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Whew! It’s been almost as epic trying to get this all typed out, as it was to do the trip!

If I left out any important stuff or simply left you wondering about something (besides the reason I hadn’t gotten this posted sooner),  please leave a comment and I will rectify things.

THANK YOU FOR READING!!!!!

 

Getting Ready

Life is always in a bit of turmoil. Surfing the waves and getting the most out of the ride is what makes the journey fun.

The camping trip we did as a family in June was absolutely wonderful, so we went ahead and pursued planning for another, much longer bike trip to be done in September. We had wanted to do this particular trail last year, but then we were expecting Elita, so we put it on the back burner, to come out again this year!

Seth has been working on logistics, bikes, and keeping an eye on any news pertaining to the area we will be cycling through, mostly keeping an eye on forest fires here in the north wet . I have been dehydrating food. My sister Danaka (who will be joining us for the trip) has been diligently training for the two week bike trip with us “crazy car-less bike people”(not that we’re training or anything!).

There is a big rubber-maid box under our kitchen table, slowly being filled with jars of dried food, whole meals dehydrated and crushed to make reconstituting easier. Seth did the math, 3 adults and 2 little children = 4 servings per meal. For dinner alone, that means 56 servings. If you add breakfast and lunch in there, that’s 168 servings to be prepared before setting out.

it takes a while to get a days food made while juggling 2 little kiddos, so now add 167 more meals but the meal means making and then dehydrating, packaging and remembering just how many meals it is equal to.  since our family has figured out the foods that we are happy with and those that our bodies do not wish to have inside,  we have decided that the time consuming effort of making our own meals for this trip is a trial on our end., an experiment, in nutrition and logistics.  we try to avoid gluten, sugar, oats, dairy, and all those malto sucroglucoxanthanem  whatevers that are in so much food.  and the sodium………  all just for some lighter packs and artificial food.  why go to nature to relax if the food you eat is fake.  how nature is that..

so all this in prep for a family ride on the John Wayne Pioneer Trail crossing the middle of Washington state.  this is an old rail road track that has been taken back by washington state and transitioned to a rail to trails .  yeah…..  bike tripping on the road is great.  bike tripping days on end in the woods, awesome.  and no traffic whizzing by.  our trip is going to be a fun challenge.  the biking will be the easy part.  just getting us all to and from the trailhead is the hard part.  how do you transport 2 infants, 3 big cargo bikes, a few trailers and 3 adults and not rely on a car.

amtrack, uhaul.  that is our only option and we think it will/should work.  so here is what we got so far.  2 kids and one adult travel up on a train at so many mph over a distance while changing diapers, napping and enjoying story time.  and 2 adults rent a uhaul truck, load a ton of stuff, (only the lightest in high tech light gear, still = a ton.  ) travel slower but with no stops up to the corresponding train stop .  once there one adult gets kicked out with all the stuff to sit curbside surrounded by a pile of gear and 2 big bikes.  (probably looking bored and unapproachable, we are on vacation..)  the other drives on to drop off uhaul and rides a bike to the pile of stuff on the curb.  and both wait for the arrival of the train with the rest of the team.

once the team is together and our reality sinks in,  off we start peddling towards the land of the rising sun,  EAST.  a few miles from the train spot is an urban bike trail that travels straight along a river to our next trail.  all connecting to each other in a long more rough trail.  and after just a few days.  gravel, dirt, woods,  nothing.  or as close to nothing as we can get.

this, even is not great, even thru the un-fun,  this is our happy place.  almost like going home.  i know that once into the trip it would be so easy to just keep biking… really.  life would not end if we never came back.  if we just fucked it all and kept traveling. sure, work, rent, stuff, bills.  all that crap would smack us upside the face. but what is all that stuff.  a leash to hold you in place and feed the machine.  it does not care about you.  it would not notice if you left, it would not notice if you stayed put and behaved like you are too.  the machine does not care about you.  this is only something you see once you have spent enough time out of the system.

ah, that was fun..

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Side Note: Thank you Seth for “finishing” my post while I put the girls to bed!    I’m sure you readers can figure out what we each wrote?

First Family Camping Trip

It’s about time!

We had a three day weekend coming up, and I had just bought a dehydrator, and been busy drying up a storm of food, so it made sense to go away for a couple days and eat it all. Makes sense right?

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It took us nearly a whole day of planing and organizing and finding stuff, before we were able to roll out, but we did it!

Our bikes were big and heavy…..

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and it took us three hours to go the distance normally covered by bike in 1 1/2. But we got there!

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Having two nights to camp in one spot was really nice, as we could recover from our heavy peddling and enjoy an afternoon at the Oxbow River without worrying about the time.

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We even slept in by a kazillion minutes!

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We had a blast and that’s what matters!

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Marin learning how to take selfies.

The last day, we loaded up and headed out, looking forward (NOT) to the massive hill we had to go up to get out of the river valley. It was so steep that when we went down it, Seth was afraid he would blow a tube from the friction of his brake pads. For those of you who have never ridden a cargo bike fully loaded with children and enough camping gear for 4 people, down a hill, let me tell you it can be very scary as the bikes pick up a tremendous amount of speed! We were safe though, as our bikes made it through like champs.

Anyway, back to that hill! It was big! Something like 600 feet elevation climb in less than a mile. About 50 feet into it Seth and I got off our bikes and pushed them. We had sweat dripping down our backs and arms, palms got slick on the handle bars, and we made wonderful time, getting to the top in 1 hour.  Now, 1 mile per hour is NOT making good time I know, but it was a HUGELY STEEP HILL!!!! At the top we cheered, sweaty high-fived and ate a couple granola bars.

That’s about the end of my story. The rest of the ride home was uneventful except that we made a small detour at the end to enjoy some of Little Big Burger’s fries and lettuce wraps. Seriously, they are amazing and a treat after sweating in the sun for 3 hours!

Calcium Lactate for Children

At first I thought it was just a mild case of heat stroke, but it hit again the next day as well and that time it was worse.

The day started normal with Marin laughing and playing the way she always does. Morning nap went well, then she went down in the afternoon and everything changed. She woke up burning hot, cranky, thirsty and tired. She would fall asleep nursing, only to wake up fussy and uncomfortable, hot as a fire to the touch.

Night was restless for her, wanting cuddles but too hot to lay next to me. She woke up fine in the morning though, so I thought maybe she was over it, until she woke up from her afternoon nap again. It was the same thing all over again, burning hot, tired and just plain not feeling good. There were no emergency signs though, so I kept her as hydrated and cool as possible until we could go to the health store in Cortez the next morning.

As I figured she was suffering somehow due to the heat that is hard to get away from while camping outside in Colorado, it made sense that electrolytes, hydration and maybe some vitamin C would help her recover. But I wanted to talk to D. at the health food supplement store, and see what she might suggest.

It didn’t take a second glance for D. to see that Marin was under the weather, and after a few questions and a simple muscle strength test she had narrowed the cause down to a mineral deficit. A few more tests and she had found not only the mineral Marin needed, but also the dose, which was a little higher than she originally thought it would be for such a wee little girl. I teared up and nearly cried when the right “medicine” (calcium lactate) was found for my little girl. I could have tried all sorts of pharmaceuticals and known that it was only covering up the symptoms but not mending the cause. This mineral on the other hand gets down to the root and fixes the cause, thus then relieving the symptoms. Best part, these calcium lactate tablets do not have random chemical fillers with unpronounceable names or paint products to make them look pretty like pharmaceuticals do.

Upon arriving back at camp with my precious little girl and bottle of minerals, I crushed two tablets into a powder and mixed it with water to make a paste then finger fed it to Marin who really didn’t like the taste of it at all! I think at least one quarter ended up all over she and I instead of in her mouth as she fought the taste. Within an hour though she was perking up and visibly recovering. Her eyes looked brighter, she smiled more, (before it took all her energy to try cracking a smile) and she started toddling around holding onto her aunt’s and uncle’s hands again. She still slept most of the day away, but her fever receded and her colour paled from it’s fiery blaze. She slept well that night and seemed normal the next morning. Through the day she obviously still didn’t feel 100% as she cuddled lots, was crankier than normal and took more naps, but it was a vast improvement from the previous day and her skin was comfortably cool to the touch instead of hot like a well stoked furnace.

Marin still doesn’t like taking her crushed minerals, but it is worth it to me to fight with her for a few minutes each morning, to see my happy smiling girl the rest of the day. Today in particular I found that it was easier if I snuck it in with a green smoothie, which Marin especially enjoys sharing with me each morning. This is not something that she will have to take for long periods of time. As long as she is suffering then she will have it, then as soon as she is better and back to her normal self then I can stop, as she then obviously has enough of the mineral for her body.

Live and learn! I had no idea that calcium could be something that breast feeding children could be lacking in. I also found that not only is muscle testing more specific and un-invasive than going to the doctor, it results in precise tailoring of prescriptions and doses for each individual according to their specific needs, instead of “this is the norm so this is what you have to do”.