Discovering New Orleans’s Outdoorsy Side on the Mississippi Levee Trail

New Orleans isn’t exactly known for its biking, and the Crescent City never manages to squeeze its way onto any bike-friendly cities lists. But as 2013 came to a close and 2014 was on the horizon, I found myself along the bayou with my  bike.

If you run a quick search for bike trails in the New Orleans area, you won’t exactly be overwhelmed with options. A few small parks came up in my search, but most notably, the New Orleans Levee-Top Trail – also known as the Mississippi Levee Trail and a small portion of the Mississippi River Trail.

It was just shy of 60-degrees on a breezy day in late December. I parked my Jeep for free in the parking lot for Audubon Park, right next to the New Orleans zoo. But to check out the trail, you need to head the opposite direction, ride under the gates, across the railroad tracks, and hang a right.

Trail closed? WTF?!

Trail closed? WTF?!

Shortly after doing so, this is the site you’ll see. Orange and white “road closed” barriers and ominously “danger” signs staring you in the face.Since summer 2013, the US Corps of Engineers have been working upriver from the Huey P. Long Bridge at Powerline Drive and the River Levee.

But never fear! You can still bike along this peaceful levee trail…you just have to do a little off-roading to get there.

Secret Trail Access Point

Secret Trail Access Point

One access road is downriver from the construction area at Brookhollow Esplanade, and another is less than a mile upriver at Imperial Woods. To get through the closed-off area, you can take a detour on River Road, which is about a mile along.

Or you can do what I did and ride in the grass, dirt, and gravel on the lower road-side of the trail. This is a ‘yes’ for mountain bikes, a ‘no’ for road bikes, and a ‘sorta-kinda-maybe’ for hybrids like mine. If it’s a weekday, you’ll probably encounter some construction traffic around Powerline Drive, but that drops away once you ride further along.

The drainage project construction will be ongoing until 2015, so in the meantime the New Orleans Bicycle Club posted this suggested detour map.

Horse Stables Along the Trail

Horse Stables Along the Trail

As you haul your bike the top of the trail, you’ll see a couple horse stables and lots of industrial buildings.

“There’s this huge mile-wide river next to us, that over the decades we’ve protected ourselves from—so any opportunity to get to the river is very important,” says Jennifer Ruley, a pedestrian and bicycle engineer who works as an advisor to the city of New Orleans. “It really helps us to connect to the geography and history of the city.”

Beware of Spontaneous Truck Crossings

Beware of Spontaneous Truck Crossings

The Levee Top Trail forms a vital link in the 3,000 mile-long Mississippi River Trail, which is an ongoing venture to establish pathways along the entire north-to-south length of the Mississippi River. As you ride, you’ll get behind-the-scenes access to the lesser-known sights of New Orleans: residential areas, commercial wharves, hospitals, shopping centers, golf courses, chemical plants, and parks. If you ride far enough, you’ll even go past the old Destrehan Plantation, which at 227 years old, is the oldest plantation home on the lower Mississippi River.

Many of the industrial areas that span the first six miles of the trail are still active today, so you’ll need to yield and watch for low-flying aircraft when signage prompts you to do so. While the detour path to reach the trail is a bit rocky and unpredictable, the actual trail is paved and in awesome condition.

Boats Along the Mighty Mississippi

Boats Along the Mighty Mississippi

Although the Mississippi isn’t the most attractive river in the world (unless you’re a weird fan of brown water), it’s definitely cool to watch the enormous ships and barges still operating under the city’s expansive bridge system. Rumor has it that there are future plans to build out the levee top trail between New Orleans and Baton Rouge, which is about 130 miles upriver. Whenever this is completed, it will be a great way to explore tiny Louisiana towns that rarely draw the partying tourist demographic.

For now, cyclists gravitate towards the Colonial Country Cub, which has some great views of the Mississippi River boat traffic. Go six miles further and you’ll reach Rivertown , which has a pier with benches along the river for a quick stop…and a restored museum and restaurant area in Kenner for a longer one.

When most people think of New Orleans, images of Mardi Gras, Bourbon Street, and enormous frozen daiquiris come to mind. Since this was my third visit to the city, I longed to see if New Orleans had a hidden outdoorsy side tucked away somewhere off the grid.

The Mississippi Levee trail is that place – a place where cyclists, joggers, and dog walkers can take a break from the craziness downtown and reconnect with nature and history. And after experiencing it for myself, I can see New Orleans for more than its sparkily masks and liberal open container laws.

Road Trip Poetry: Haikus and Limericks from the Northeastern U.S.

In an effort to keep the creative side of my brain active during long stretches of road, I decided to write a poem every day (or so) during my last road trip. Short stories take too much time, blog posts become tiresome after awhile, and my Facebook friends don’t care to read every thought going through my head.

To keep things simple, I settled on the haiku and the limerick for poem structures. Let me take you back to junior high creative writing class for just a moment. A Haiku revolves around that odd 5-7-5 syllable structure, juxtaposes two ideas, and throws in a seasonal reference. Limericks have a five-line AABBA rhyme scheme and tend to be on the ridiculous side.

Without schooling you any further, here is my collection of road trip poetry…categorized by city and state. (Reader hint: each paragraph is its own poem!)

Michigan City, Indiana

Jeep in the service bay
On the way to Maine today
Engine light cleared

There once was a gnome driving a Jeep
“The engine light’s on!” he exclaimed with a squeak
Mechanic found a hose was bent

Jeep in the auto hospital

Toronto, Ontario, Canada

Bare butts everywhere
Sketching by bikes in the sand
Monkeys on a beach

There once was a monkey from Toronto
I was traveling and he asked, “Hey, can I go?”
We biked through the sand
He said, “I’ll be damned!”
‘Cause that beach required no clothes!

Indian market
Beetle leaves and ice cream cup
Can’t find magic fruit

Toronto traffic
Reminds me too much of home
“Squeeze left,” a sign says

A girl was biking to Scarborough Bluffs
She rode a long way and had enough
Locked her bike to a tree
And scraped up her knee
Falling off the edge feels pretty tough

Montreal, Quebec, Canada

Campfire burning
Old guitar songs sung in French
Sun sets later now

Biking to Mount Royal
Quiet amidst the chaos
Brakes screech, tires swerve

Fine arts museum
Windy day in Montreal
Textured canvas paint

Grand Isle, Vermont

Citronella light
Illuminates ferry boats
Mosquito bites itch

Working along Lake Champlain

South Hero, Vermont

Roadside antique store
Crafts and creatures on the shelves
Windy twisty roads

There once was a man from South Hero
Where the population’s practically zero
He shopped for antiques
‘Til his bike started to squeak
And he skidded right off the pier. Oh no!

Vineyard concert night
Locals drink and dance along
Sun sets on the vines

There once was a band that played covers
The vineyard lawn full with blankets of lovers
The drummer drank too much wine
Ate some raw grapes off the vine
And was carried off stage by his brothers

Waterbury, Vermont

Vermont tasting day
Cider, cheese, chocolate, ice cream
Rain makes trees greener

Twin Mountain, New Hampshire

Tensions in the air
Tear drops fall like pouring rain
Let’s go get Thai food

Cold beans in a can
Styrofoam instant noodles
Sleeping bags are damp

Rainy campground day
Clothes swirl ’round the washer
Bad TV plays on

KOA pizza
Sketching by campfire light
Internet goes out

Toes dipped in the pool
Soothes itchy ankle bug bites
Dark clouds rolling in

Stir crazy working
Caught up and getting ahead
Rain motivation

Rainy day for monkeys

North Conway, New Hampshire 

There once was a climber from North Conway
He searched for good routes all day Monday
Finally set up some climbs
Mostly 5.8s and 5.9s
A bit scraped and sore, but he’s doing okay

Bar Harbor, Maine

Lobster between bread
Clam chowder and blueberry pie
Rainy day delight

There once was a moose from the state of Maine
He crossed where he wanted, which felt like a game
He ignored the road signs
Was ticketed for his crimes
‘Til he was put behind bars. What a shame!

Lighthouse on the cliff
Bell rings and red light flashes
“Click” goes the shutter

Calm breeze makes ripples
Water droplets splash my skin
Kayak on the lake

Firewood burning
Embers travel toward the sky
A hole in my shoe

Swollen drippy eye
Fishes take revenge on me
Shellfish allergy

Waves crash on the shore
Wind and flies test my balance
Yoga on the rocks

There once was a mosquito from the Harbor of Bar
I swatted him away, but he didn’t go very far
Felt him land on my skin
Sucking blood out again
Screw the tent – I’m sleeping in the car

Acadia National Park

There was an old hag at the campsite next door
Her dunkies would cry, and she’d scream some more
Tossed a burning log in the air
Bowed my head, said a prayer
Now all I hear are waves on the shore

Parade candy thrown
Lobster races to my gut
Fireworks so bright

Shift gears up the hill
Wipe the sweat, pedal faster
Cycling carriage trails

Gnomeless antique shop
Rusty junk out in the rain
Creepy man peers out

There once was a sand pail on Sand Beach
It used to make castles, now tangled in seaweed
Someone left it behind
Swept away by the tide
Rake and shovel too far out of reach

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Portsmouth, Rhode Island

Chicago to Maine
Many stops along the way
Camping from a Jeep

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HikeTheWorld Mobile Travel App Released!

My colleagues and I have been working on a mobile travel app called HikeTheWorld that virtually guides you through some of the world’s greatest treks, hikes, and rides.

HikeTheWorld

 

It just went live for iPhone! Free to download and scope out, so yeah, you should do that. More adventures, including ones I wrote about London, Kyoto, and Central Thailand, will be coming soon.

Learn more about Leaping Llama Labs.

Breaking Up Your Bike Ride (with a Boat Ride) in Burlington

Burlington, Vermont is one of those kind of rare towns I could see myself living in someday and being happy in for awhile. It’s chill enough to not stress me out, yet has enough going on to make me not feel restless. If you’ve spent too much time in towns with populations of both 2,100 and 2.7 million, you understand how amazing of a balance this really is.

I recently spent a week in the Grand Isle area along Lake Champlain and found myself biking to be the best way to get around. The roads from Grand Isle to Burlington are ideal for biking because there isn’t much traffic to battle with, the hills are gentle on weary muscles, and the scenery is peaceful enough to make even the most cluttered mind start to wander.

The Burlington bike path

The Burlington bike path

Perhaps the most unique aspect of biking to and from Burlington is the bike ferry. After a rail bridge was torn down, a narrow breach in the middle of Lake Champlain was left behind, forcing bikers to choose between either turning back or taking a swim with their bikes. A company called Local Motion operates a ferry service that connects bikers and hikers to the neighboring villages of South Hero and Colchester.

Local Motion tent

Local Motion tent

Local Motion raised $1.5 million dollars from donations last year to leverage state and federal dollars to repair the three-mile portion that extends into the lake. The entire operation is run by volunteers and donor funds to keep locals active and Vermont topping the “most bike friendly destinations” lists.

Since running a boat company isn’t exactly cheap (operating costs are about $100,000 per year), you need to fork over $8 to take the 5-minute ride from one side of the bike trail to the other. Season and annual passes are available too, which a pleasant retiree will tell you about when you approach the ferry tent.

Ferry boat arrival

Ferry boat arrival

The bike ferry is a wonderfully efficient, low-budget operation. Basically, one guy drives a little boat back and forth while another guy ties it up and helps you lift your bikes on board. The ferry service has been able to expand in recent years, offering Friday, Saturday, and Sunday service from 10am to 6pm during the summer months.

All aboard the bike ferry

All aboard the bike ferry

No matter how nice the day is or how much you beg, the ferry volunteers won’t detour to take you joyriding around the lake. The break in the bike path isn’t actually very wide at all. I would have just jumped in and swum across it if I wasn’t lugging along a fancy bike on loan from my buddy in the Peace Corps.

Bike racks secured and off we go

Bike racks secured and off we go

After you reluctantly conclude the boat ride portion of your bike ride, a volunteer will warn you that the last ferry to get back leaves at 6pm. Keeping a strict time schedule in mind while on vacation is burdensome. Yet somehow, it adds a sense of progressive structure to an otherwise leisurely day exploring a new place.

Colchester residential path

Colchester residential path

Soak up the serenity as you ride with crisp, blue water on each side because the neighborhood section is up ahead. I’ve ridden through plenty of neighborhoods before, but few as well maintained as this one with designated bike paths and plenty of shade.

Trailside gnome discovery

Trailside gnome discovery

As a self-proclaimed gnome addict, I was pleased to encounter a gnome garden in a small front yard along the path. When I stopped to introduce myself and snap some shots, the motorcycling homeowner wasn’t nearly as enticed by his “wife’s collection” as I was.

Winooski Bridge Trail

Winooski Bridge Trail

After a few turns through the neighborhood, you’ll enter the village of Colchester and pass over the Winooski Trail Bridge and enter Leddy Park. If it’s a nice day outside, you’ll see beach-goers with towels and coolers in tow as you approach North Beach and Waterfront Park.

Switchback Brewing Company

Switchback Brewing Company

Keeping a keen eye on our watches, we chose Switchback Brewing Co. as our reward destination for the miles we’d peddled and the heat we’d endured. More time was spent trying to find the door to the brewery than actually drinking beers inside of it. Switchback is tucked away in a warehouse district with an unassuming sign, and it’s only open a couple hours of the day.

I’ll admit that I was pretty disappointed to find only two beers on tap for samples and zero beers on tap for sale. A girl who barely looked old enough to pour a beer handed out samples of their similar-tasting ale and red ale. In retrospect, I’m glad that this brewery stop was a bust because it allowed time for a second brewery to be added to the day’s agenda.

Zero Gravity Brewery

Zero Gravity Brewery

The clock was clicking and the last ferry of the day was leaving the dock in an hour and a half. As a real woman who can handle her beer, I wasn’t worried. Well, maybe just a little.

I was skeptical about Zero Gravity Brewing because it was located inside a restaurant called American Flatbread. I always find myself a little wearing of breweries that advertise their food first and their beer second. Much to my surprise, Zero Gravity brews were delicious. And there were more than two of them, which was an added bonus. Zero Gravity didn’t offer samplers, but they did serve up half-pints. We settled on the Gandy Dancer California commons, Grateful Belgian ale, Keeper Biere de gard, and Starkboro coffee amber. I’d order any of them a second time, if given the opportunity.

The return boat ride

The return boat ride

As typical, a bit too much time was spent at the bar and the 6pm ferry departure was quickly approaching. I’ve never been much for adrenaline rushes and unnecessary risk, but a 14+mph average speed seemed appropriate for the return journey. Although getting stranded wouldn’t have been the worst thing in the world, a pre-paid campground with delicious s’mores ingredients waited on the other side.

Since I’d been peddling around Canada the previous week, my body was in better biking shape than usual. Since I’d removed myself from my normal routine and physical location, my mind was prepared for wherever my body took me.

Instead of being turned off by a challenge, I embraced it. Instead of letting my anxiety get the best of me, I focused on the single task at hand. Instead of being oblivious to the beauty around me, I shifted my gaze towards subtleties.

The return bike ride

The return bike ride

The scenery continues to be ever-changing on the Burlington Bike Path, as you move from land to water, land again, residential streets, forested paths, beachfront areas, and city streets. And once you’ve arrived, you get to do it all over again, with a path to follow and a goal in the distance.

Some bike paths are just gravel roads to get from Point A to Point B. Others leave a lasting impression that’s hard to shake long after the helmet’s tossed off and the padded shorts are in the laundry basket.

If you’re interested in donating to the Burlington Bike Ferry or volunteering, contact Local Motion at [email protected]

Casual Judgements in Toronto

After spending a few days in Canada’s largest city, I couldn’t help but make some observations along the way. Here’s a few things that I found scribbled in a notebook from those days as I worked, played, and remained casually judgmental.

1. Biking is okay in Toronto, but not great.

Before even crossing into the city limits, I had the impression that Toronto was a bike-friendly city. With a permanent residence in Chicago, I had high expectations for the Canadian equivalent. I will say that a few areas around the city are great for biking…Toronto Island in particular after the ferry ride. However, a majority of the streets downtown don’t have bike lanes, so you have to squeeze between cars in heavy traffic. To save on hotel bills, I stayed in the semi-nearby Scarborough Township. Biking to the downtown area required either a bus-yellow line subway ride or a blue line-green line transfer subway ride, which became a pain in the ass after a couple days.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA2. I’m a minority.

I see enough white people on a daily basis, so Toronto was refreshingly diverse. Never have I seen so many mixed-race couples and bi-racial kids running around in public parks.

3. You can smoke weed wherever you want. 

A whiff here, a whiff there, a passing breeze to bring back cloudy memories of college days. Unless my nose steers me wrong, Toronto isn’t all that hung up on public use marijuana laws.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA4. 90’s grunge isn’t dead.

If you lived out your adolescent years in the 90s you might feel right at home in Toronto. While biking the city streets, I saw a greater than average number of flannel shirts, baggy jeans, mohawks, and camouflage.

5. Folks are cool with being naked. 

I had the pleasure of experiencing my first nude beach near Hanlan’s Point on Toronto Island. There were a good number of fully nude dudes, a couple shirtless chicks, and a surprisingly un-weird vibe. This beach was incredibly peaceful, despite all the “stuff” hanging out.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA6. Traffic is just as bad, or worse, than Chicago.

Since I live in a city, I typically don’t enjoy vacationing in a city…especially another one with similarly stressful traffic. Getting around the highways can be difficult when your GPS doesn’t understand where Canada is and your cell reception cuts off at the border.

7. People aren’t overly friendly, but cordial. 

After my last road trip through Montana, I became accustomed to strangers being friendly to road trippers. Toronto struck a middle ground in this regard. Locals didn’t exactly go out of their way to say hello, but they weren’t assholes either. I met a guy named Walter who lived on Marcos Street and had an exquisite collection of gnomes in his yard. Naturally, I introduced myself. He was kind enough to let me snap some shots and even see the backyard collection.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA8. The Scarborough Bluffs don’t exist. 

I read about the Scarborough Bluffs on Trip Advisor and thought it’d be a cool place to check out for some cliff-side biking. I found that the bluffs (if they do happen to exist) are pretty inaccessible by bike. After some dead ends and treacherous roads, I didn’t even catch a glimpse of any jagged peaks.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA9. Shit’s expensive.

Just when you thought things were expensive back at home, Canada gives you a swift slap in the face. A one-way bus ride cost me $4.35, a mediocre six-pack of beer costs me around $13, and if I could figure out the metric system I’d tell you what an exorbitant rate I paid for gas.

Those are the nine random things that I’ll probably remember most about being in Toronto? I can’t say that I felt at home there and I’m not sure if I’ll be back anytime soon, but it definitely was an interesting place that was fun to spend a few days in.

Tips on Biking in a Torrential Downpour

The day didn’t get off to a good start. Plans had been made to spend the gorgeous summer day embarking upon a day-long bike ride. Realizing that I had left my tire pump in my Jeep, I went downstairs to retrieve it.

To my shock and dismay, I found that the spare tire had been stolen off the back of my nearly brand new Jeep. And in case you wondered, Jeep tires are far from cheap.

“That’s it,” I proclaimed, “We’re going to the casino!”

The day’s bike route was quickly altered to include a stop to the Horseshoe Casino in Hammond, Indiana. Despite only minimal prior success playing blackjack, I was determined to win enough money to buy myself a new Jeep tire.

The route began in the South Loop of Chicago. After hopping on and off the Lakefront trail, the route went through the streets of some very “interesting” neighborhoods. Then a large interstate blocked the route, necessitating the need to improvise and explore even more interesting neighborhoods.

Not surprisingly, I did not hit the blackjack jackpot at the Horseshoe Casino. I got up about $100 and then started to lose repeatedly.After walking away with a measly $15 in winnings, the next logical stop was a drinking establishment. The bike trip continued with a stop to Three Floyds Brewery in Munster, Indiana.

However, these worthwhile plans were interrupted by a massive storm front moving in. Just a couple miles into the fifteen mile trek, rain drops began to fall. It was refreshing on a warm August afternoon. Then the lightning and thunder started, and the rain started coming down harder and harder.

The winds picked up and the booming thunder shook the ground beneath me. Lightning was striking the ground and making the electricity in the area go out. Without being able to see or move, we pulled the bikes under a gas station awning. The temperature had drastically. I was shivering, ringing out my t-shirt, and impatiently waiting for the storm to let up just a bit.

The brewery destination turned out to be an ultimate fail as well. Three Floyds, which is run by a less than pleasant staff, had an undetermined wait time and the only place to wait was out in the downpour.

Starving and cranky, a quick Yelp search advised that the closest place to pick up grub was a Red Lobster. Never before have cheddar biscuits and a Baileys & coffee tasted so delicious.

Still desperately in need of good beer and a train ride home, the next stop was Flossmor Station Restaurant and Brewery in Flossmoor, Illinois. The rain was still coming down, but it had let up to a more manageable level.

With this experience in mind, I offer you the following tips on biking in a torrential downpour (among other things):

  1. DON’T expect to win back your stole goods at a casino.
  2. DON’T pick a route that doesn’t have paved roads just because you’re a wannabe mountain biker.
  3. DON’T pick a route through the ghetto just because it might be more interesting.
  4. DO bring extra layers so you don’t catch pneumonia.
  5. DO have backup plans in place for post-biking beer consumption.
  6. DO pull over and seek shelter if lightning is striking things all around you.

If you would actually like legitimately helpful advice, check out James Schwartz’ article in The Urban Country and some of the posts on bikeforums.net. If you would like more stories of adventure mishaps, then you’re in the right place.