Pedals to the Metal

I’m a lifelong Lake George enthusiast. Specifically, a lifelong Lake George Narrows camping enthusiast. My first trip to the islands was when I was two months old, for a fortnight stay on Big Burnt Island with my parents, who lugged a bassinet onto their boat and tucked it into the corner of their World War II–era canvas tent. My newborn self must have really loved it: I barely missed a year for the next three decades.

And then, I had kids.

Having small children—and a husband who doesn’t have the same zeal as I do for a two-week-long island stay—is a bit of an adventure-travel game-changer. My once luxuriously long camping trips