The 5-to-9 Adventure: How to Escape After Work

James Moore · 2026-10-22

## The 5-to-9 Adventure: How to Escape After Work Bikepacking is booming. It feels like everyone wants to go higher, further, and preferably disappear into the wilderness for weeks at a time. But who actually has the time for that? I went looking for adventure between everyday life and a packed calendar, and found it right on my doorstep. Social media feeds are full of epic expeditions to the far side of the world. The reality often looks very different. Packed schedules and too few days off dictate our everyday lives. So rather than throwing myself into rush-hour traffic or collapsing onto the sofa in frustration, I decided to turn the whole thing on its head. 9-to-5 becomes 5-to-9. It’s 5 pm and I close the laptop. Today’s goal: a one-night escape from the daily grind. Beyond that, there’s no plan, just one deadline: I need to be back in my meeting on time tomorrow morning. But how does a mini escape like this actually work? Normally, I’m firmly in the camp that stuffs the camper to the roof with kit for a weekend at the bike park and still somehow turns up massively overloaded. Packing only the essentials and traveling light really isn’t my strong suit. This time, though, my cross-country bike will have to do, and I’m only taking what fits on the handlebars, the bike, or directly on my body. I pack the bike as best I can and head off. There isn’t much room for luggage on my Lauf Elja, but it’ll have to be enough for one night. ### Exploring Your Own Backyard After just a few miles, I leave my usual post-work routes behind. With no pressure at all, I simply keep pedaling. There’s no rush, and no need to be home before dark. I drift away from the familiar trails, past wide-open fields and lush green pastures where cows graze, bells clinking at their necks. The air smells of freshly cut grass, and with every pedal stroke, the stress of the office falls a little further behind. It’s amazing how unfamiliar—how full of adventure—home can feel when you simply turn left where you’d usually go right. And we’re off! Past meadows and lakes, with the mountains always looming behind me. Anyone can discover new places close to home if they simply turn left instead of right for a change. ### A Thousand-Star Hotel With “improvisation is everything” as my motto, I have no plan and, of course, no dinner with me either. As luck would have it, I roll past a farm with a vending machine stocked with fresh local produce. Perfect! I grab some pepper sausages and pretzels for a first bite to eat. But the best part of the stop is meeting the farmer himself, who has just climbed down from his tractor. We get chatting, I tell him about my 5-to-9 idea, and he smiles. Without any fuss, he offers to let me spend the night in his freshly mown meadow over by the edge of the woods. Thanks to the well-stocked farm vending machine, dinner is sorted. And thanks to the friendly farmer, I’ve got somewhere to sleep for the night too. With a guaranteed place to sleep for the night, I make the most of the remaining daylight and clock up a few more miles. Leaving civilization behind once again, I head onto quiet gravel roads and even stumble across a few singletrack trails along the way. Until now, I’d always thought the real fun was reserved for enduro trails at the bike park, but the Lauf Elja XC bike proves otherwise, getting both the adrenaline and the grin factor up. But the sun is slowly disappearing, and dusk casts the foothills in a cool blue glow. Time to head back to camp. Setting up is surprisingly straightforward, and before long I’ve checked into my thousand-star hotel at the edge of the woods in record time. Roll out the sleeping mat, inflate it, climb into the sleeping bag. Done. There’s no Wi-Fi and barely any signal, so the urge to mindlessly scroll through on my phone fades quickly. Instead, I lie back and take in the starry sky. It’s a clear night, and the stars are out in force. I can see the Milky Way stretching across the sky—something I never notice at home. The only sounds are the rustling of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl. It’s peaceful in a way that’s hard to find in the city. ### The Morning After I wake up to the sun peeking through the trees and birds singing. No alarm clock, no rushing. I pack up my gear, thank the farmer (who’s already out feeding the chickens), and hit the trail back home. The ride back is just as enjoyable—maybe even more so, because I know I’ve got a full day ahead, but I’ve already had an adventure. I roll into my driveway with plenty of time to shower and make my first meeting. This mini adventure taught me that you don’t need weeks off to escape. Sometimes, all you need is a few hours and the willingness to turn left instead of right. So next time you feel the itch for adventure, don’t wait for that big trip. Just close the laptop at 5 pm, pack light, and see where the evening takes you. You might be surprised by what you find right in your own backyard. And the best part? You’ll be back at your desk the next morning, refreshed and ready to tackle the day—with a story to tell.