We are sitting on the bank of Domingo Lake and it hits me....How many times have Lisa and I pedaled to the perfect swimming hole and broke out a lunch for, what we always call 'A French Picnic' or 'Pique Nique de France'. Dozens, no hundreds of times. We are in our forty-fifth year of cranking out these kind of destinations and we do this exact thing at least ten times a year. We do it in France we do it in Oregon and we do it in Vermont. We've done it in Colorado, Italy and New Zealand. We have well-earned skinny dipping and lunch memories from Michigan, Spain and Maine.
It's our MO and we want more. We've committed part of our life savings to a new AWD Ford Transit van and we are determined to continue to find new lakes to bag throughout North America. We'll show our swimming-obsessed labrador Nori Jo some of the perfectly remote places to plunge (plongee) in perfect fucking French style.
People stupidly ask, "What will you do if you sell the bicycle shop?" After twenty-seven years of nursing this business through thick and thin, you don't think we've figured out other things we'd rather be doing? Wild swimming with the Bodfish...best answer.