I bought a very cheap beater bike for Mike's Mom's visit. Mike's dad was going to come on this venture, but he caught the cold we all had and stayed home with Michael. We biked 45 minutes on the paved old train tracks to a municipal camping site. The weather was pretty raw, but we'd brought a marazine cake picnic on and the sleeping huts were warm. Someday it'd be fun to actually camp out there. We pretended to be dinosaurs eating "meat" that consisted of half burned firewood.