The wife and kids are back from their hot and lazy summer in Japan so we’ve been working double time the last couple weeks to get some proper Dutch summer family activities it. And we’ve been thankfully lucky enough to (finally!) have good weather too. Our favorite weekend activity is, as I’ve previously written about, bike touring with the family. Even a little two day tour within Holland gets everybody outside and is a great adventure for the kids. Sometimes we sleep in a hotel, sometimes we camp. Of course the young ‘uns totally dig sleeping in a tent… and whether it’s in verrewegistan or in a nearby park doesn’t matter at all. A tent’s a tent and that’s not a house and that’s apparently what counts.
Papa and P1 doing the tent thing a couple years ago in Burgundy, France.
This past weekend was a particularly nice little tour, and a special one since it was the first time that P1 rode his own bike. Having had his fourth birthday just a few weeks ago P1 is a little young for such an adventure but then for him it’s not so strange. Having been riding a bike regularly for more than a year and a half P1 is already a fairly experienced little cyclist. He rides smoothly and has a good understanding of the basic rules of the road. We also knew that P1 is happy to ride a considerable distance since we frequently ride all over Amsterdam together. But really it’s the safe roads, bike paths and other road users that makes it possible for a four year old to develop these skills so young and do extended rides through the countryside.
Really by adult standards it was just a mini-tour. We rode from our home in central Amsterdam along the Amstel and Waver rivers around a polder known as “Ronde Hoep” to a farm where the family Nieuwendijk hosted us in one of their several big tents. Even those 20 or so kilometers each day were broken into many little pieces, from playground to cafe for lunch, to ice cream, to ferry boat, to swimming at the lake etc etc. Here’s a little photo-recap of our tour:
First stop: a great playground in the south of Amsterdam where the kids sharpened their climbing and look how I can jump from scary all the way up here skills. That got everybody in the mood for lunch at a cafe a few km further south along the Amstel.
Nap time for P2. I moved the baggage around and made a comfy sleeping nest for her in the bakfiets. Sleeping while cycling is a topic of its own. It was very sunny and with big brother on his own bike this time she found it too exciting to stay put and kept popping up for another peek a boo session. Eventually she finally conked out.
We’re on the road. Just outside of Amsterdam in almost every direction is beautiful, peaceful cycling, often along the dikes that ring the polders. Note that the river is a couple meters higher than the field on the other side of the road. Sometimes the difference can be considerable and it’s a strange sensation to cycle with water at the level of the path on one side and farmhouses ten meters downhill on the other side. The old expression is “God made the Dutch and the Dutch made the Netherlands.”
Ice cream stop. I missed this one but the kids sure didn’t. They spotted the big ice-cream cone trash can outside and insisted. And why the heck not?
Another ten or so kilometers around Ronde Hoep and we’re at the farm. The kids performed the critical bed bouncing test and the air mattresses passed with flying colors. Exactly how a four year old can be up for rigorous bed jumping after cycling all day instead of falling off that bike into a deep sleep is a mystery to me.
Mom is very smart. She prepared dinner in advance so we could dive into the drumsticks immediately after washing up. But then, perhaps from lack of activity, the kids insisted upon playing more. First volleyball then a thorough test of the various kiddie farm vehicles on hand. The Unimog with digger on the back was the clear winner.
At least for city slickers like us it was darn cold that night so by morning we were all sleeping in a big pile. I guess it’s time to get the kids their own sleeping bags.
Our hosts made us a generous and yummy breakfast which we ate as the sun gradually cleared the fog and dew away. That’s not something we often get to do in the center of Amsterdam.
After breakfast P1 and I sat on the dock for a while, chilled and watched the many cyclists ride by on the other side of the river. On a nice day in the Netherlands there are a lot of cyclists out, of all kinds: racers and other fast road riders, touring riders of all ages, older folks on electric bikes, families… Actually EVERYBODY in the entire country is out doing their thing, whether it be cycling, boating, rowing, fishing, driving their antique car, sunbathing on the dike or just sitting on a cafe terrace watching all the people going by doing their thing.
P1 rode with a vengeance the second day, sometimes sprinting between us out of the saddle. It was quite warm (by Dutch standards at least) so we made a plan of riding to somewhere where we could swim. Bigger kids swim in the Amstel river but our wee ones aren’t ready for that. We were headed to a big park called Amsterdamse Bos which has some great swimming holes.
But first lots of short stops along the way: to play in a playground, to buy super tart apples and plums little girls were selling at the side of the road, and at a farm that serves coffee and apple pie (always apple pie in the NL) on summer days. Sometimes P1 will announce “stopping!” slow and put his foot down, wait about a millisecond and say “OK, we go!” and off we go. I’m not sure what that’s about. Maybe he’s adjusting his pants jabbies.
Almost as good as tents and ice-cream shops are ferryboats, and the Netherlands has plenty of them, from tiny to big, crossing rivers all over the country. Usually the ferry is run by an older man though a couple weeks ago I was surprised to find two pretty young women operating a ferry in Zuid Holland. We had to wait a bit for this weekend’s ferry since he was already maxed out at 12 passengers. We paid our two euro, our tickets and made the arduous journey 100m across the dangerous waters. Can it get any Dutcher than that photo by the way? We’ve got a bakfiets, a kid’s bike, a windmill, a river, a little ferryboat…
A few km further skirting the southern edge of Amsterdam and through the big park and we reached the swimming pond. Of course the kids found the water too cold and jumped out almost immediately. That’s kids for ya.
P1 wanted to ride the ten or so kilometers back home from Amsterdamse Bos but he was now obviously tired. Enough is enough and 40km in two days was really enough for the little boy. After some fuss and negotiation we got him into the bak, where he promptly crashed out. Some more ice cream just before we got home and our little tour was done. We all ate well at the friendly Mexican joint across the street Sunday evening.
PS: Some of you techies might be wondering about the bikes we’re riding. Here’s the rundown…
P1 is my primary kid bike tester and he’s doing a great job of it. He actually switches amongst several bikes with the understanding that they’re all sort of on loan. Until recently he was riding a 12″ Specialized Hotrock I “improved” in various ways. You can see him on it a couple times in this video with his badass BMX buddies:
The bike in this article he regards as his “racing bike”. The frame is from a rather absurdly expensive little BMX racing bike; A Redline Flight Series Micro Mini that I bought cheaply second hand. It’s intended for young competitors of 5-6 years old. Normally it rolls on superlight, skinny 18″ wheels but I built a set of sturdier 16″ wheels to lower it, and changed every other part as well. As you can see P1 is quite happy and comfortable spending the day on this bike.
Kyoko’s black bike with pink tires is an aluminium/carbon BMC I built up as a spiffy, light touring bike. It’s now got wide range gearing (2×10, 46-33 x 12-30 for the nerds), a Tubus Fly rear carrier (frame actually drilled and tapped for that) and the various other things she needs to be happy riding. Unfortunately one cannot just go into a bike shop and buy a bike that’s been sorted out as thoroughly as this one. The changes are often subtle but they really add up in the end. One little example: The seat tube bottle cage was too high making it almost impossible to get the bottle in and out, certainly while riding. I drilled a new hole in the frame, pressed in another rivnut and moved the bottle 60mm downward.
The BMC was previously white and orange with ridiculous graphics that described practically every marketing feature integrated into the frame, fork and matching seatpost. I painted it matte black instead so Kyoko can now give her bike a serious makeover with just a set of tires and handlebar tape.
The bakfiets is of course the same Workcycles Cargobike Long that you’ve all seen a billion times in these pages. I’m actually in the process of building up another Kr8 prototype that Kyoko and I will test in the coming months. So soon you might be seeing green and orange instead of ivory and orange.