My friend Charles invited me to a festival at a downtown metro park. The Scioto Fest was located in downtown Columbus, so we met at Antrim Park on Saturday afternoon and rode the bike path down. Initially, I was going to bring both boys with me. Henry backed out when he realized he would be too tired from his afternoon soccer game, and Sam backed out when prioritized sleeping in on Sunday morning. That was disappointing. Oddly, Kate now wants to come camping, but only if it doesn't involve biking any distance. This has me cruising Craigslist for tandems now. But I digress.
Because I had planned to carry the boys' camping gear, I had the trailer ready to go. I used it anyway, since it lets me pack sloppily, and isn't really noticeable until I turn uphill.
This was my first S24O with my Dahon, and I was entirely happy with it (except for the rubbing front brake I found later, which might explain why some of those hills felt steeper than they looked). Nonetheless, Charles and I quickly cruised a dozen miles south to set up camp at Scioto Audubon metro park:
