Some of my fondest memories have been when Adventure Cycling routes and hiking trails intersect.
38 miles into the 2,650-mile Pacific Crest Trail, this group of once-strangers has already formed a trail family. They invite me into their campsite for dinner, oohing and awing at how much I can carry on my bicycle and calling me a trail angel when I offer Milano Cookies. As day turns to night, the majority of the group heads to bed. “Hiker’s midnight” is around 8 pm, since most aim to start walking by daybreak.
As the sun comes up, I pack up my bike and they pack up their packs. As I click my helmet on, the group comes over to bid me farewell with a trail naming ceremony. They decide to dub me “Lance” since I ride my bike and I shoot up (insulin).