Jeremy McCreary
Bought it anyway
- Region
- USA
- City
- Carlsbad, CA
Makes some sense. I did a lot of ocean kayaking in and outside SF Bay. If the tide's against you and the wind turns against you, too, you're going where they're going.
2025 - Our Rides in Words, Photos, Maps and Videos
- Thread starter Saratoga Dave
- Start date
Stefan Mikes
Gravel e-biker
- Region
- Europe
- City
- Mazovia, PL
I and Marek live in a wooden country house in a Białowieża Forest village. Very close to Belarus. Just behind the border is the Home of Belarussian Uncle Frost (their Santa Claus). (We cannot travel to the enemy country though).
Everything feels magic here. Accompanied by lovely dogs and a young cat we had a little party with Marek.
Some would call it hooch. For me, it was the most delicious craft vodka! The fermented cucumber was the best I had in years!
We are in the Far East of Poland, a big province called Podlachia. Tomorrow, we are riding in Białowieża National Park, some 130 km of gravel
If we meet a Bison, I will take a photo although some say bisons are murderous beasts! (Marek will carry bear spray to feel more secure) 
Chargeride
Well-Known Member
Bri and I visited Barrow on Furness, a rather windswept and desolate just below the Lake district.
This is the Roa Island Lifeboat and ferry to Piel Island, they dont carry bikes, so we had to ride a ten mile loop to get to the Island and its amazing castle
This involved riding through Barrow itself, one of England's premier ship building towns.
HMS Agamemnon nuclear sub is having a revamp, its parked just above that RIB in the dock.
The town is dominated by huge ship building hangers and mountains in the distance
The sea off Walney Island is jampacked with wind turbines
This is the little Hamlet of Biggar, presumably the Vikings invaded every other week.
And now onto the main purpose, navigating the tidal causeway at low tide to Piel Island and its castle built in 1327
This was borderline terrifying, the track kept fading away and turning into six inch deep water, we had no real idea if we could cross or not, there were no signs, no other people crossing
for help, the sand varied from hard to worrisome soft.
Eventually we made it and the castle was a delight, magnified by the crossing and is desolate location.
The owner of the Island pub assured we had a good two hours before the tide turned and quickly filled in the bay
It is pretty well as is , with little modern repairs
Crappy supermarket frozen fries, but we weren't complaining on an Island with restricted access
Bri found this car that didn't make it
This is the bridge connecting Barrow to the main Island
Taking an offroad route back we found all these landrover spares out in the open in an abandoned railway storage depot.
On the way home we rode up to the john Barrow monument, designed as a lighthouse.
Its quite inland, but he view is utterly epic and a throwback to when these seaside resorts were the South of France of the British Empire, all grim and run down now, but in their day they were the playgrounds of industrial titans.
This is the Roa Island Lifeboat and ferry to Piel Island, they dont carry bikes, so we had to ride a ten mile loop to get to the Island and its amazing castle
This involved riding through Barrow itself, one of England's premier ship building towns.
HMS Agamemnon nuclear sub is having a revamp, its parked just above that RIB in the dock.
The town is dominated by huge ship building hangers and mountains in the distance
The sea off Walney Island is jampacked with wind turbines
This is the little Hamlet of Biggar, presumably the Vikings invaded every other week.
And now onto the main purpose, navigating the tidal causeway at low tide to Piel Island and its castle built in 1327
This was borderline terrifying, the track kept fading away and turning into six inch deep water, we had no real idea if we could cross or not, there were no signs, no other people crossing
for help, the sand varied from hard to worrisome soft.
Eventually we made it and the castle was a delight, magnified by the crossing and is desolate location.
The owner of the Island pub assured we had a good two hours before the tide turned and quickly filled in the bay
It is pretty well as is , with little modern repairs
Crappy supermarket frozen fries, but we weren't complaining on an Island with restricted access
Bri found this car that didn't make it
This is the bridge connecting Barrow to the main Island
Taking an offroad route back we found all these landrover spares out in the open in an abandoned railway storage depot.
On the way home we rode up to the john Barrow monument, designed as a lighthouse.
Its quite inland, but he view is utterly epic and a throwback to when these seaside resorts were the South of France of the British Empire, all grim and run down now, but in their day they were the playgrounds of industrial titans.
