“Dress for the sun.”
Well, hell, that’s a rather broad spectrum of attire. My kayaking gear (SPF 50 capris and long sleeved shirt), ready to evaporate any manner of splashes whilst I paddled? A breezy summer dress with strappy sandals? Butch shorts and t-shirt with a baseball cap? This simply wasn’t enough information.
“It’s not kayaking.”
Oh. Okay, well that narrows it down some, although damn I do love me a good turn in a little canoe-y boat.
The weather predicted at > 100 degrees F (40 C) on Saturday, I was a little concerned. If we were gonna be on the water, that was one thing, but surely she wasn’t having me hike on my natal day, right?
After 32 years, I trust she knows me better than that. Hot, dusty trail exertion in the pounding sun, that is NOT my idea of a good time.
And of course it wasn’t what she planned.
Thank god.
God, that woman knows me. This was something I’ve wanted to do for a long time, but I’d only heard of railbikes in Northern California. Who knew you could sail along through lemon and avocado groves?
Better yet, these are electric bikes. The guide explained you can go all in and do all the work yourself (um… let’s think… NO), or 50%, so you can bump up the power so you’re not doing all the work, or screw it, I’m paying for the ride, let the bike do the work.
That poor bike. I swear it whimpered. Pedal? Why?
Actually we did pedal but not to any great extent.
We took a break at the halfway point so they could turn the bikes around, and again at a farm/produce stand, which was awesome. All kinds of local produce… yum…
So it was two hours total including the breaks. I thought it was kinda expensive at $249/bike (one or two people) but it was a pile of fun.
Huh. Now I gotta figure out what to do for her birthday.
Examining Misadventures 