Outdoor Life Spring Travel

Pedal, stop, pedal, stop

June 27, 2014
Biking on the River Rhine

Photo by Ekaterina Kuchina/Shutterstock.com

A family biking trip along the Rhine

For the last two springs my husband had dreamed of organizing a biking tour along the Rhine River in Germany. It all started when he read an article online highlighting the perks of the Rhine River culture – kilometer after kilometer of flat, paved biking trails; touring boats transporting sightseers (and tired bikers) back to their starting villages; wine cellars featuring German Riesling; riverside cafes with playgrounds where our three kids could unwind after a day of pedaling. Upon hearing the description, I was sold too.

Radek scoured the internet for a family-sized accommodation. There weren’t many economic options for a family of five. Either we could book two rooms in a hotel or look for an apartment. Eventually, Radek found a suitable apartment rented by a family in Alken, a tiny, historic village situated on the nearby Mosel River. The Mosel wasn’t as large or as well-known as the Rhine, but the accommodation was affordable. From the pictures, Alken, with its steep vineyards climbing up to the picturesque Burg Thurant, looked like a fine base point. We would be within a short drive of the famous Lorelei rock on the Rhine in St. Goar, and we agreed that we’d try the Rhine after we biked for a day on the Mosel.

We took advantage of the national holidays at the beginning of May and started off from home at sunrise Thursday morning for our 600-plus kilometer journey. We were to spend the long weekend (four nights and five days) in Germany, and we aimed to bike 100-plus kilometers in three days. Our children enjoy visiting new places, and Samuel, the youngest, is particularly infatuated with sleeping in “hotels.” (For him, anything that isn’t his own bed equals a “hotel.”) Apart from the long car ride, I believed the children would gain as much as we would from the experience. On the drive there, we practiced a few conversational phrases in German. The kids seemed to catch on to the language although their sense of geography was lacking. I needed to remind them repeatedly that we weren’t going to Italy or Slovakia.

Many hours of highway driving later, plus a few rest stops and countless answers to the kids’ “How much longer till we get there?” inquiries, we finally arrived in the sleepy town of Alken. Neither Radek nor I speak much German, and unfortunately we found ourselves at a disadvantage in this region where we discovered English a rarity, rather than the norm. Our hosts spoke only German, although their teenage daughter offered a few words in English. Apart from another young woman at the information center, we didn’t find anyone else who wanted to or could speak to us in English. Walking the village’s streets after our long journey, we didn’t find an open restaurant, so we settled for dinner at the ice cream parlor. Three children’s sundaes and two glasses of Riesling later, we declared dinner over and returned to our apartment to feed the children leftovers from the car snacks. The wind was fierce and the temperature hovered around 10C, but we hoped the conditions might improve for biking the next day.

When we visited the local information center, we realized that we’d arrived pre-season for many of the region’s attractions. The boats that stopped in Alken to transport bikers would start in June or July and many of the restaurants and riverside cafes only opened in high-season. The family-oriented wilderness and outdoor park in a nearby town was open, although when we drove to explore it, we discovered that half of the park and all water-based rides were closed. With the overcast sky and the impending rain clouds, the atmosphere seemed more appropriate for snuggling by a fire than for biking along the river, but we agreed that we’d start out in the morning and let the day unfold as it would. We passed several castles just in the 20 kilometer stretch from our village to the next largest one, and we promised the children that we’d go inside at least one for a tour.

It wasn’t long though before we realized that biking with the children along the river might not be as pleasant as we’d anticipated. The advantages of the flat, paved riverside path were all but lost on the kids who would have preferred biking “off-road” over stumps, across bridges and through the woods. The endless stretches of pavement only heightened their repeated “How much longer till we stop?” questions. We also soon discovered that six-year old Oliver couldn’t drink from his water-filled CamelBak, scratch his head, or blow his nose without stopping. It seemed that every kilometer he needed to perform at least one of the three actions. He was also got anxious if Radek pedaled more than a few bike lengths ahead of him, despite the fact that I was also beside or directly behind Oliver the entire trip. He wanted all five of us to stick together.

Anna Lee was more coordinated with regards to drinking without stopping; however, she tended to veer off her straight course whenever she took her eyes from the path and looked around, so I had to repeatedly remind her to keep her handlebars straight and look ahead so as to avoid bumping her brother or other bikers. She then complained of being bored and too tired to pedal further. Samuel, riding in a bike seat behind Radek, was nearly too-big for his seat. He spent the time banging on the biking backpack Radek wore, which was nearly in Samuel’s face, and trying to chat. The wind blew Sam’s words away, and Radek had to pull over and stop whenever Samuel insisted that his daddy actually respond to his chattering.

The kids drank so much water from their CamelBaks that they needed to pee multiple times an hour. When we did make pit stops, the kids then wanted to throw rocks in the river; feed swans or find a playground and have a snack. When, after a few minutes of biking, the boys stopped to throw rocks into the river, Samuel accidently threw a rock into Oliver’s head creating a bloody gash. Although a tissue stopped the bleeding, our moods were already beginning to sour. It was Day 1, and we’d only ridden three kilometers. It was going to be a long three days on bikes. I’d hoped we’d pass other families with children also on their bikes, but the tourists we encountered were middle-aged Germans bused to the region in large groups to bike and wine taste. They did a double-take when they saw our family of five, although from their expressions I couldn’t decide if we were an annoyance or a pleasant distraction.

Eventually, we found a romantic village for a lunch of schnitzel and potatoes. Once off their bikes and left to explore by foot, our children again became the happy travelers I’d seen on other family vacations. They found hiking sticks and traipsed up and down the windy village streets, admiring the castle ruins and vineyards perched on steep, rocky hillsides. The kids discovered the small tracks on the mountainside for the grape picking baskets and spent an excited several minutes explaining to one another how the grape pickers load up the baskets and send the grapes down the mountainside. We bought ice cream and promised them another hike to explore the castle back in Alken as soon as we pedaled home. In this manner — pedal, pedal, stop, pedal some more—we managed to bike some 30 kilometers.

By the end of the first day, Radek and I were wiped out. However, once the children were off their bikes, they got a second wind. They were eager to play games and explore our apartment. We finally convinced them to go for a walk through the castle and its vineyards, but only by promising ice cream at the end.

Walking up to the castle in Alken, Burg Thurant, we found a path directly up through the steep, rocky vineyards. Oliver and Sam hurried ahead while Anna Lee dawdled to pick wildflowers. They measured themselves against the grape wines and delighted in sending small pebbles racing down the steep hillside. They ruminated for several minutes about what would happen if they tumbled down, and then we quickened our pace to reach the castle at the top. Once on top of the hillside, we had a bird’s eye view of the river and village below. The kids pointed out landmarks – the school, a playground and a cemetery. Suddenly, it began to rain and beyond the castle in the distance we saw a double rainbow. We took a different path down the mountain through the forest and reached the village again just as it was beginning to get dark.

We stopped for ice cream at one of the riverside hotels and discovered live music, a singer playing the electric piano singing country songs in English. The restaurant was filled with retired-age Germans who began to dance, much to the children’s delight. Although they begged Radek and me to dance, we declined. They received sidewalk chalk along with their ice cream, and in the moonlight they decorated the parking lot closest to our apartment.

The following day we pedaled along the Rhine, which the children found larger, but even more boring than the Mosel. The third day we took a break and visited another castle, this time taking a tour of the inside. On our last day, armed with snacks, sidewalk chalk and renewed enthusiasm, we hit the bikes again. We pedaled until we found a nice spot for lunch. Then we loaded up the bikes in the car and began the long drive back to Prague. We didn’t reach our 100-kilometer goal, but it was enough.

When we asked the children what their favorite part of the trip was, I wasn’t surprised to discover that their best memories had nothing to do with biking. Anna Lee loved making the wildflower bouquet, while Oliver remembered having the best time using his radio walkie-talkies with his Dad when we hiked through the forest. For Samuel, playing hide-and-seek in the vineyards with his siblings was the highlight of the trip.

Radek and I enjoyed the biking yet we, too, had our best memories off the bikes. It hasn’t deterred us from planning future biking trips with the kids though it has reminded us to keep our own goals in perspective. Pedal, stop, pedal, isn’t such a bad way to make some lasting family memories.

You Might Also Like


  • Reply Stephani June 27, 2014 at 12:29 pm

    A really nice “story” neatly tied up at the end. Your kids actually sounded amazingly cooperative! Next time they’ll be older 🙂

    • Reply emilyraasch June 27, 2014 at 1:00 pm

      Thanks, Stephani! I think the kids are teaching us more about patience and managing our expectations than we ever anticipated.

  • Reply teresaed June 27, 2014 at 3:59 pm

    Children often teach us that slowing down and smelling the roses is not a bad thing. Area sounds lovely.

    • Reply emilyraasch June 27, 2014 at 9:39 pm

      I would definitely recommend it, especially in-season, with or without bikes. There were many options for walking and hiking that looked fun.

    Leave a Reply