Natural power, simplicity and time to smell the roses. We ask for very little and we get it, unfortunately most people we know don’t get it, us, or our minimalist wanderings. We have chosen to move slowly and immerse ourselves in every place we visit rather that to just take a passing glimpse.
Sookie is the best mobile home base we can imagine but we are all to often pulled away from her by a call to explore further inland. Every fall I buy a new bike and every spring I reluctantly sell it, all available space is at a premium when you live aboard a 22′ sailboat. We have downsized our mountain backpacks to day packs large enough for simple 24 hour getaways and we are pleased with these small diversions. Try as we may our little boat is just too small to take our bikes with us, enter Bike Friday and Brompton In the very near future Sookie will sport two new folding touring bikes finally enabling us to take our most prized posesions our bikes, with us.
These small additions to our lives will open an entirely new world of touring and exploration to the journey and enable us to leave the boat in the Salish Sea when winter creeps in, to explore warmer climates further afield. They are small and light enough to fit in our aft lazarette and strong and efficient enough to carry our minimalist loads for touring.
I wish I could take credit for this brilliant desicion but it was all Emily spurred by her refusal to let cycling take a backseat in our lives just because we are sailors. We work harder and harder each day in an attempt to completely sail of the grid and into full time lives as explorers.
I know of no other financial decision more sound than selling your car and replacing it with a bike. It will save you in the immediate future and add the most most valuable of all commodities in the world, quality of life both mental and physical.
Tens of thousands who could never afford to own, feed and stable a horse, had by this bright invention enjoyed the swiftness of motion which is perhaps the most fascinating feature of material life. ~Frances Willard, How I Learned to Ride the Bicycle