Tuesday morning we had a good storm. Started out a few rain drops, then more. Thought it was just a teaser storm, but soon rain was falling hard. Wasn't too worried about it, seemed like it would pass pretty quickly... and then the thunder started. Real close. A few lightning flashes nearby. I started wondering, what are the chances of getting struck by lightning biking to work? I haven't had the best of luck this year.
Coincidentally, my usual bike-to-work blue Redline was in the shop for a tune-up, and due to be ready for pick-up Tuesday. Instead of riding another bike in my stable, I decided to get a ride to work and walk to the shop after work to pick it up. Did see quite a few bikes out and about Tuesday, so looks like a few braved the storm in the morning.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Williams Lake and environs
We went camping at Williams Lake south of Cheney last weekend. That Thursday (8/9/12) after work me and my bike got a ride out there. I know, I wimped out and didn't bike there, but we had a kayaking expedition with the Parks & Rec dept at 5pm I had to make.
While my wife had to work Friday morning, and took the dogs with her, I of course got to go on a bike ride. I'm not too familiar with the roads out there, but headed out going west-southish on Mullinix Rd with no particular destination in mind and soon came across this sign:
but instead of turning right on to Martin Rd, I continued on Mullinix Rd which was now a gravel road. I was on my Redline Conquest Sport with 35mm Pasela tires - not really set up for trail riding, and I wanted to do some exploring. (Wait, now that I think about it, I did ride the Plateau trail on this bike last year, and on 32mm tires to boot. But that was on the section between Fish Lake and Amber Lake. It's a slightly rocky section, but past Martin Rd the trail is full-bore railroad ballast.)
So I rode Mullinix to JW Henderson Rd to Belsby Rd. Not much traffic, which was nice, just a few farm trucks kicking up dust, one car. And one guy on a bike, wandering around the back roads.
What's funny, is I discovered by looking at Google maps and the atlas, if I had kept on Belsby Rd/Miller Rd and stayed on Belsby, I would've come across the John Wayne Trail near the north end of Rock Lake. But I turned around at Belsby and went back up to Mullinix Rd then went left on Reed Rd and followed it back up to Martin Rd. (I finally broke down and mapped it out on MapMy ride here. sheesh, I just checked the link and there's tons of ads and it makes you sign in or register to view full screen...).
At this point I thought I was past the Martin Rd trailhead, but I went left (west) on Martin anyways, went past a ranch and hunting guide place called Miller's something-or-other and came across a dirt/gravel road. There was an old rusted bullet hole ridden mailbox there with the name of Falk on it. I checked - no mail in it. I took this road and then there it was, the Columbia Plateau trail.
I could just barely make out somebody and a dog on the trail to the south, so I waited for a bit. What other fool is out here on a hot August morning? But they were going the other way and they soon disappeared into the haze.
Ahead on the road was this sign that said Summer Road. It's open for only part of the year, but I thought that was the name of the road. So I'm not too quick sometimes. I also thought I'd gone by a Summer Rd so I thought, good, this will take me back. I had a general idea in which direction Williams Lake lay, and this seemed like it was heading that way.
This is the bike I was on:
And this is the road I was on now. Is this is what they mean by underbiking?
I walked down one of these hills which was fairly steep as I have the world's worst cantilever brakes on this bike and I still haven't replaced them. After awhile I rode past a farmhouse (Marker #2 on map), some outbuildings and then came to another intersection. The road signs had 3 names on them: Falk, Harris and Scroggie (marker #3). I turned around and read a sign facing the way I came from: Summer Road, 1 1/2 miles. But I thought I was on Summer Road, how'd I get back on Falk? There was a road that veered off by the farmhouse and then looked like it went a bit and then disappeared into the dirt, was that it? Ohhhh....that dirt section was only open during summer, not called Summer and I was always on Falk Rd.
Got a kick out of this sign, apparently there's enough bicyclists out here to warrant a warning sign:
After a false start down Scroggie which seemed like it would head up towards Cheney, I turned down Harris Rd, and after going down it for a ways I started feeling like maybe I didn't really know where I was. I could backtrack and find my way back to the lake, but didn't want to do that. I wasn't too worried yet, I just wanted to be back before Debbie returned from work so she wouldn't wonder where I was. I figured I had at least a couple hours to find my way back before any alarms would be raised, but there's no cell reception at the lake. So I gave in to technology at an intersection with Pine Springs Rd and turned on my phone, which I brought along at the last minute. I've learned it's a good idea to carry a phone in case something goes wrong, like broken bone, stry dog bite, etc. Yea!, there's reception out here. I was still heading in the general direction of Williams Lake, but was veering off to the north of it. I got my bearings and plotted a course back to the campground.
Pine Spring soon intersected the Plateau trail (near Amber Lake):
By taking Pine Springs Rd south, then turning right onto Woods Rd, I arrived back on Mullinix Rd and familiar ground. I rolled into the campground with plenty of time to spare. It was a good ride, about 27 miles in all. These roads deserve some more exploring.
While my wife had to work Friday morning, and took the dogs with her, I of course got to go on a bike ride. I'm not too familiar with the roads out there, but headed out going west-southish on Mullinix Rd with no particular destination in mind and soon came across this sign:
So I rode Mullinix to JW Henderson Rd to Belsby Rd. Not much traffic, which was nice, just a few farm trucks kicking up dust, one car. And one guy on a bike, wandering around the back roads.
What's funny, is I discovered by looking at Google maps and the atlas, if I had kept on Belsby Rd/Miller Rd and stayed on Belsby, I would've come across the John Wayne Trail near the north end of Rock Lake. But I turned around at Belsby and went back up to Mullinix Rd then went left on Reed Rd and followed it back up to Martin Rd. (I finally broke down and mapped it out on MapMy ride here. sheesh, I just checked the link and there's tons of ads and it makes you sign in or register to view full screen...).
At this point I thought I was past the Martin Rd trailhead, but I went left (west) on Martin anyways, went past a ranch and hunting guide place called Miller's something-or-other and came across a dirt/gravel road. There was an old rusted bullet hole ridden mailbox there with the name of Falk on it. I checked - no mail in it. I took this road and then there it was, the Columbia Plateau trail.
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| Marker #1 on mapmyride |
I could just barely make out somebody and a dog on the trail to the south, so I waited for a bit. What other fool is out here on a hot August morning? But they were going the other way and they soon disappeared into the haze.
Ahead on the road was this sign that said Summer Road. It's open for only part of the year, but I thought that was the name of the road. So I'm not too quick sometimes. I also thought I'd gone by a Summer Rd so I thought, good, this will take me back. I had a general idea in which direction Williams Lake lay, and this seemed like it was heading that way.
This is the bike I was on:
And this is the road I was on now. Is this is what they mean by underbiking?
I walked down one of these hills which was fairly steep as I have the world's worst cantilever brakes on this bike and I still haven't replaced them. After awhile I rode past a farmhouse (Marker #2 on map), some outbuildings and then came to another intersection. The road signs had 3 names on them: Falk, Harris and Scroggie (marker #3). I turned around and read a sign facing the way I came from: Summer Road, 1 1/2 miles. But I thought I was on Summer Road, how'd I get back on Falk? There was a road that veered off by the farmhouse and then looked like it went a bit and then disappeared into the dirt, was that it? Ohhhh....that dirt section was only open during summer, not called Summer and I was always on Falk Rd.
Got a kick out of this sign, apparently there's enough bicyclists out here to warrant a warning sign:
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| on Harris Rd, I think |
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| The Columbia Plateau trail, just past Amber Lake (marker #4) |
By taking Pine Springs Rd south, then turning right onto Woods Rd, I arrived back on Mullinix Rd and familiar ground. I rolled into the campground with plenty of time to spare. It was a good ride, about 27 miles in all. These roads deserve some more exploring.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
the Dreaded Sit-up Bike
Well, it happens. I'm over 50 with mostly gray hair. So every once in awhile I'll walk into a shop and the bike shop guy (not many bike shop gals here) will decide I look like the perfect candidate for an old man bike: the sit-up bike. Even if I've mostly shown interest in the mountain and 'cross bikes. I'm still boycotting one local shop because after I told the guy I ride a combination of street and off-road and was looking for a similar bike for a friend in his 30's, he ignored what I just said and went into his sales pitch that ended up with us over at the sit-up bikes. Then both he and the owner/mgr dissed cyclocross.
I guess it could've been worse: he could've shown me a recumbent.
There are many sit up bike proponents out there. Easier on your back they say. You can see better, having a wider angle of view. All good reasons.
But despite my age, I don't want a sit-up bike. I've seen people try to go uphill on them or try to ride fast. No thanks. I am able to see fine riding to work or around town on my flat bar hybrid Marin or cyclocross bikes. No old man bike for me. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
I guess I shouldn't take it personally. They are a good option for many people, and not just for the over 50 crowd. So maybe I shouldn't slam them as old man bikes.
What's funny is I did get passed once by a guy riding a sit-up bike while I was riding home near Audubon Park during my different week in January. That was sobering. But he was younger, maybe in his early 30's. It did make me rethink them. But I still don't want one.
Yet.
I can see myself someday channelling my grampa, who rode around Ephrata on one of those old 3 speed bikes, sitting up straight and wearing a fedora.
I guess it could've been worse: he could've shown me a recumbent.
There are many sit up bike proponents out there. Easier on your back they say. You can see better, having a wider angle of view. All good reasons.
But despite my age, I don't want a sit-up bike. I've seen people try to go uphill on them or try to ride fast. No thanks. I am able to see fine riding to work or around town on my flat bar hybrid Marin or cyclocross bikes. No old man bike for me. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
I guess I shouldn't take it personally. They are a good option for many people, and not just for the over 50 crowd. So maybe I shouldn't slam them as old man bikes.
What's funny is I did get passed once by a guy riding a sit-up bike while I was riding home near Audubon Park during my different week in January. That was sobering. But he was younger, maybe in his early 30's. It did make me rethink them. But I still don't want one.
Yet.
I can see myself someday channelling my grampa, who rode around Ephrata on one of those old 3 speed bikes, sitting up straight and wearing a fedora.
Saturday, August 4, 2012
2.5 days on the JWPT (Part III)
OK let's finish this up...I kinda lost interest in writing this up after a month had gone by, and then my memory started fading, so if any one's still with me here goes. Some details, like where we camped or which roads we took, may be off.
We were rained on just a little bit on Saturday night, but the wind picked up and the tube tent was flapping noisily and waking me up off and on. I finally tore it down around 3 or 4 and slept in the open. Sunday morning arrived bright and early, another beautiful day with a little breeze (cue scary violin music).
Had an early morning visitor checking out our campsite:
Eric offered me a Via packet and hot water to make coffee, which I happily accepted. I had packed some Via packages somewhere in my bag but didn't bring along a little jet stove to heat water with, so I was operating without coffee the past couple days. Roughing it.
Somewhere along the line we ran into a headwind, a slight uphill, and rockier trail conditions and I lost interest in picture taking. Below is the last pic I took on Sunday. I think this is somewhere after the MacCall/Paxton area, after we went under the Columbia Plateau trail trestle.
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| The double line going through the "x" in Paxton is where the Plateau trail is, listed on this map as the Fish Lake Trail (the dots leading to Horsehoe Lake Rd) |
On second thought this might be before Revere. Either way, it leaves a lot of trail I didn't document. Luckily, Pat, though slowing down on his own picture taking frequency, did take some pictures of this section for the historical record and they can be found in his report Crossing Washington on the JWPT - Day 2.
I was pretty happy with my mountain bike and trailer setup on this trip, but riding next to Pat in this section I became a bit envious and slightly covetous of his fat tires. My front tire, probably overinflated above 50psi, was bouncing off the rocks all over the place and my handlebars were going every which way with each jolt so I was constantly making steering corrections. Pat's front tire just plowed on straight ahead, paying no attention to those little pebbles in its way.
So we continued on, pedaling away.
And then we came to Marengo.
The wind was picking up. We watched the UP train stop here before its line took it south to Thavis. Our line headed towards Cow Creek, and the section marked "impassable" on the official trail map, due to the trestle over the creek being torn down. The official detour is up to Ritzville but none of us were thinking of going that way. Eric had ridden through the Cow Creek section on a previous trip during the dry season, but we figured it was too marshy and/or deep to get through now in mid-June when the creeks were still high due to spring runoff and the recent heavy rains we'd been getting. The thought crossed my mind, and I'm sure Pat's and Eric's also, to forge ahead and check it out, but I thought it'd be a shame to have to backtrack if we got to Cow Creek only to find we couldn't cross. Drinking water was a concern, but I mentioned I still had a half gallon in the trailer.
So there we were, above the "w" in Cow Creek Road on the map below:
One option was to ride the active rail line down to Thavis. There was also a dirt road staring at us across the intersection with the UP railroad, posted no trespassing, daring us to try it, but it wan't clear where it went. We rode down Cow Creek Road, which looked promising, but it quickly petered out into a couple dirt roads marked with no trespassing signs. One road appeared to lead where we wanted to go - but it looked like it disappeared into the dirt. If we took it, would we come across an upset landowner, or would it stop in the middle of nowhere? Also, there was a small bluff blocking our view of where this road might lead to, if anywhere. We debated, we rode a bit, turned around. I called my dad - 90 years old last March - and left a message wishing him a happy Father's Day. We thought about it some more. Poured over the maps.
Looking at the above pic of map 67 of the DeLorme Washington atlas, which I bought after the trip to figure it out, you can see the little mouse turd markings of the dirt roads I think we were looking at. It appears they would've headed back up to the trail. It also appears one of them is still on the wrong side of the creek. Who knows? Someday I hope to find out, and also ride the Cow Creek section.
In the end, we spent a lot of time here and we just had to make a decision. I was onboard with riding the railroad line, I think we all agreed it looked like our best option. Rails to trails to rails. It was only a short 3 mile ride to the road.
Right! I quickly discovered riding the railroad wasn't easy, especially with the trailer dragging behind me. Tried riding down the middle, on the edges, to the side when we could. Soon we were all walking our bikes, riding every once in awhile, but mostly walking. And walking. And looking back every once in awhile - the train had already gone past before we started down the line, but ya never know when the next one is coming. Longest 3 miles, I thought maybe we miscalculated and it was actually 10 miles to the road.
We finally reached the Ralston-Benge Road Rd and headed west. The wind really started up, gusting above 20 mph, and we were riding into it. Mostly uphill of course. There was a tree off in the distance at the top of the hill and it became our focus. I just kept my head down, tried not to look up too often at the tree that wasn't getting much closer, and keep pedaling. Eric was amazing, pedaling up ahead of Pat and I.
Eventually, I mean real eventually, we reached the intersection with Klein Rd where the tree was and stopped to rest. Filled up our bottles from the last half gallon in the trailer. Took a well earned rest. I really wanted a hamburger or pizza. And a tall cold beer.
Klein Rd was a real slog. Gravel, rough in spots. We weren't heading straight into the wind anymore, but the sidewind was just as bad, much to our dismay. At one point I was thinking to myself, when or if I get back home, I am only going to ride on the street to and from work, no more off-roading for me. I am sick of riding, just keep pedaling. I looked over at Pat, and he was thinking the same - he said something to the effect of To hell with this bike business! I agreed.
We finally made it to Ralston maybe around 4 or 5? and stopped at the small Memorial park there. We were sort of in limbo, and way off schedule. The mood was somewhat sober, yet I was also happy we were back near the trail. It was only a hundred yards away. We hung out, ate, napped. I wished I'd remembered to bring a book, or playing cards would've been nice. I half wished I'd chanced bringing a mandolin to play, but I wasn't sure how I would've packed one without it getting broken. Lucky for Eric and Pat I didn't think until after the trip about bringing a tin whistle along. Small and portable, but my playing is terrible squeaky.
At one point I walked over to check out the trail, and read the sign: Cow Creek trestle out, 5 miles, no admittance (or something like that). Only 5 miles!! We had spent I don't know how many hours detouring, and we were only a little more than 5 miles from where we started. That hurt. A nearby road sign said Lind was about 16 miles away, and that had been our goal to be there that afternoon.
So we generally decided we weren't going any further that day. Time to sort things out. It did cross my mind after I'd recovered a bit to strike out on the trail and see how far I could make it before nightfall, but the wind was still howling. It didn't seem right to leave on my own, Checked the weather forecast, and it was more of the same, with chance of rain.
We weren't sure if overnight camping was allowed, so we waited towards dusk before setting up our tents and bags. Woke up fairly early Monday morning. There were a few options for advancing forward. My wife was on standby to pick me up in Ritzville, Lind or Othello and could take Pat and Eric to Othello to get them back on schedule. Pat's wife was able to pick them up also.
Ralston is only 10 miles from Ritzville. It would be easy for me to ride up there and meet my wife for a ride back to Spokane, and she wouldn't have to drive too far. I wondered how far towards Spokane I could get on a backroad, because part of me didn't want to use motorized transport. I did have Tuesday off from work also.
But Ralston looked like an easy spot to get to for a future ride to continue on the trail, so I decided I would end my John Wayne Pioneer Trail trip here. Pat and Eric headed west on the trail, I up north on the pavement. They are good riding companions, and hopefully we'll get the chance to ride together again.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
2.5 days on the John Wayne Pioneer Trail (Part II)
Ok, let's get this show back off the road....
Rosalia - Rock Lake
The ride from Tekoa to Rosalia took us from a lush, green landscape with rolling hills, to a more arid country. Now, heading out of Rosalia, we came across a pine tree here and there, and then more. I thought we must be heading north a bit, up towards the Ponderosa Pine forests that begin east of Spokane. (If I'd bought the compass that goes on the stem cap to match Pat's thermometer/stem cap, I might've known for sure).
I lagged behind a few times starting in this section. I think I was feeling the effects of backtracking earlier to get my sleeping bag. We had a slight upgrade, and usually the railroad grade doesn't bother me, but I might've been a little tired. Luckily, we had a few stops to check out the scenery and abandoned buildings on the trail which allowed me to catch up.
Approaching Rock Lake:
A trestle over the creek that feeds into Rock Lake. Don't strain your eyes, but if you look hard enough, you can see the remains of a boxcar to the left of the far end of the trestle:
Pat's fat bike next to the derailment:
Rest stop at Rock Lake:
Rock Lake is one long lake, but it was a very scenic enjoyable segment, with just a few challenges. We had to portage around some rock fall a couple times, the trail completely blocked off in one spot by big boulders. We unloaded the bikes and carried everything over the boulders. I unloaded the trailer, unhooked it and carried it over. I was glad this time that all my gear was in the Dri-Sak so it was easy to carry in one trip, but other times, having all my stuff in one bag made it difficult to look and find things (like my pump - see below).
There's one section of the Rock Lake trail that a landowner won't let trail users onto, so you're supposed to detour off the trail. Depending on how you look at it, it's not clearly marked on the trail where this section is. I mean, I don't remember any No Trespassing signs.
At the end of Rock Lake we got onto the road and went to the parking lot area to refill our bottles with some lake water. The water was a little murky, perhaps stirred up by the boaters and campers nearby. I tried using the filter-top on the bottle that came with my Steri-Pen, but it turned out it would take forever to get even a cup's worth of clear water in the still lake water, so I filled up from Pat's gravity filter. Even though it was good water, I zapped it with the Steri-pen anyways - I wanted to get some use out of the $50 some bucks I spent on it.
I had a little moment of panic before we left as I couldn't find my pump. I'd noticed my back tire was a little low while riding on the pavement, and wanted to top off my tires. I knew the pump was the first thing I packed, but it didn't seem to be anywhere. I didn't want to ask Eric or Pat if I could borrow their pump, because, one, that would just be too embarrassing, and two, I wasn't sure if they had Presta valve adapters on their pumps. So, as we rode off to connect with the trail again, I kept my fingers crossed and hoped I didn't have a slow leak.
Back on the trail, just past Rock Lake. We had definitely left the rolling hills of the Palouse far behind and were now in the flat steppe land of eastern Washington:
Rosalia - Rock Lake
The ride from Tekoa to Rosalia took us from a lush, green landscape with rolling hills, to a more arid country. Now, heading out of Rosalia, we came across a pine tree here and there, and then more. I thought we must be heading north a bit, up towards the Ponderosa Pine forests that begin east of Spokane. (If I'd bought the compass that goes on the stem cap to match Pat's thermometer/stem cap, I might've known for sure).
I lagged behind a few times starting in this section. I think I was feeling the effects of backtracking earlier to get my sleeping bag. We had a slight upgrade, and usually the railroad grade doesn't bother me, but I might've been a little tired. Luckily, we had a few stops to check out the scenery and abandoned buildings on the trail which allowed me to catch up.
Approaching Rock Lake:
A trestle over the creek that feeds into Rock Lake. Don't strain your eyes, but if you look hard enough, you can see the remains of a boxcar to the left of the far end of the trestle:
Rest stop at Rock Lake:
Rock Lake is one long lake, but it was a very scenic enjoyable segment, with just a few challenges. We had to portage around some rock fall a couple times, the trail completely blocked off in one spot by big boulders. We unloaded the bikes and carried everything over the boulders. I unloaded the trailer, unhooked it and carried it over. I was glad this time that all my gear was in the Dri-Sak so it was easy to carry in one trip, but other times, having all my stuff in one bag made it difficult to look and find things (like my pump - see below).
There's one section of the Rock Lake trail that a landowner won't let trail users onto, so you're supposed to detour off the trail. Depending on how you look at it, it's not clearly marked on the trail where this section is. I mean, I don't remember any No Trespassing signs.
At the end of Rock Lake we got onto the road and went to the parking lot area to refill our bottles with some lake water. The water was a little murky, perhaps stirred up by the boaters and campers nearby. I tried using the filter-top on the bottle that came with my Steri-Pen, but it turned out it would take forever to get even a cup's worth of clear water in the still lake water, so I filled up from Pat's gravity filter. Even though it was good water, I zapped it with the Steri-pen anyways - I wanted to get some use out of the $50 some bucks I spent on it.
I had a little moment of panic before we left as I couldn't find my pump. I'd noticed my back tire was a little low while riding on the pavement, and wanted to top off my tires. I knew the pump was the first thing I packed, but it didn't seem to be anywhere. I didn't want to ask Eric or Pat if I could borrow their pump, because, one, that would just be too embarrassing, and two, I wasn't sure if they had Presta valve adapters on their pumps. So, as we rode off to connect with the trail again, I kept my fingers crossed and hoped I didn't have a slow leak.
Back on the trail, just past Rock Lake. We had definitely left the rolling hills of the Palouse far behind and were now in the flat steppe land of eastern Washington:
Towards evening, it looked like some clouds and maybe a weather system was moving in, so we stopped to set up camp here. I did find my pump while unpacking, which made me feel better.
We couldn't tell if there was much rain in the clouds, but I took the opportunity to set up my $7 emergency tube tent anyway. I went inside to test it out and see how comfy it was, but I couldn't get back up after laying down. Even though it was still early, and I thought I should get up and talk to Eric and Pat, I soon fell asleep. I guess the extra backtracking I'd done earlier had caught up with me.
Next and final post on this trip: The wind began to howl
Next and final post on this trip: The wind began to howl
Friday, July 20, 2012
Panaracer Pasela TG - 2 weeks, 1 flat
Well, shoot, I knew the Pasela TG's aren't a real heavy duty puncture resistant tire, but I was hoping they'd roll over the usual assortment of small brads, staples, and glass on the streets without puncturing. But I pulled my bike out last week to ride to work, and felt that funny loose feeling and discovered the back tire was flat. The culprit? A staple, one of these pointy T50 style staples, about 3/8" (10mm) size.
I usually ride a foot or two from the curb for better visibility and less debris in my path, but this staple must not have had time to migrate over to the curb. I swear, sometimes I think people in Spokane must toss nails, screws and staples out their truck windows like they're tossing candy in a parade.
Otherwise, these Paselas ride smooth and fast. Guess you can't have everything.
Friday night, and I'm blogging and watching American Pickers. It's a wild, wild, life!
I usually ride a foot or two from the curb for better visibility and less debris in my path, but this staple must not have had time to migrate over to the curb. I swear, sometimes I think people in Spokane must toss nails, screws and staples out their truck windows like they're tossing candy in a parade.
Otherwise, these Paselas ride smooth and fast. Guess you can't have everything.
Friday night, and I'm blogging and watching American Pickers. It's a wild, wild, life!
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
2.5 days on the John Wayne Pioneer Trail (part 1)
As you may recall or know, Pat (26inchSlicks blog) threw out an open invitation for others to join him on his cross-state bike tour. I signed up for the first weekend section, intending to ride from Tekoa to Lind, and maybe further to Othello. I took Friday (June 15th - already a month has gone by) and Monday off from work, and also Tuesday in case I made it further, or needed more time to recuperate.
I only knew Pat through his blog, and we had never met in person, so I emailed Pat and told him I if I didn't call him, would see him in Tekoa Friday afternoon. Of course, me being me, I didn't call and he probably didn't know for sure if I was going to show up. During the week before, doubts started to creep in my mind - should I really go? I didn't feel too well, hadn't been biking a whole lot, and I didn't want to slow him and Eric down.
But I slapped myself and said - whaddya mean you might not go? You bought a trailer, a bivy sack, water purifier, tons of trail mix and beef jerky, and who knows what else for the trip. This is a great opportunity. Get on your bike and ride!
So Friday I got up, got a haircut, mowed the yard, went to REI for a few last minute items (extra tubes and a bandana to keep my scalp safe from the sun's rays), and finished packing. I had packed clothes, food and miscellaneous items in a backpack and placed it in the yellow Dry-Sak bag in the trailer, along with the bivy sack, rain gear, emergency tube tent, tarp. And a bottle of Rye Whiskey from Woodinville I bought at Rosauers for buddy Trevor, who was going to give me a ride to Tekoa.
Also at the last minute, I emptied a half-gallon milk container and filled it up with water and placed it inside the Dry-Sak also. It came in handy during a dry section of the trail.
Two regrets:
1) I didn't make some no-bake cookies before I left. I think I could've just survived the whole trip on no-bakes - peanut butter, oatmeal, cocoa and sugar. Perfect food.
2) I didn't ride to the Waste to Energy plant and weigh the bike and trailer. Pat's bike and gear weighed 100 lbs., and sometimes I felt my set-up was close.
I hooked up the trailer to my Trek 29er mountain bike and rode forth from our house to the bottom of Sunset Hill and Government Way to meet up with Trevor by Big Red's Hot Dog stand. To get a feel for riding the bike with the fully loaded trailer off road, I rode part of the way there on the dirt trail off the TJ Meenach Bridge. I popped out by the college on Fort George Wright Way, then on to Gov't Way.
Enough talk, time for pictures. The view from Gov't Way. It was a good decision to ride. A perfect day:
I met up with Pat and Eric at the Tekoa C&D Bar and Grill, and had a beer and a good fish n chips dinner there. Discovered I went to school in Ephrata with one of Pat's cousins. Small world.
We were soon on the trail and checking out the blocked off trestle over Tekoa. I was immediately attacked by a horde of mosquitoes, but managed to get a few pictures taken after spraying myself down with bug repellant. If I remember right, there is some funding in the pipeline for improvements on this section of the trail.
Heading back out on the trail, the scenery was beautiful and the weather gorgeous.
The plan was to ride out 5-10 miles from Tekoa and find a good camping spot for the night. We found one just past this trestle.
Below: My camping set-up, Pat's is in the background. I tried not to think about any creepy crawlers that might want to crawl in and spend the night with me in the bivy sack. I liked not having to set up a tent. Lying in the bivy sack, looking at the stars - reminded me of sleeping out in the backyard when we were kids, but with a lot more coyotes singing in the distance.
The next morning, Eric and I checked out the trestle from below:
On the road again, next stop Rosalia.
Things were rolling along fairly smoothly. I was getting to know Eric and Pat, and our riding styles meshed. I could feel a little drag from the trailer over the rockier stretches, but not much.
Just before we reached Rosalia, I was riding in front and started to point out this sign before the bridge over the highway...
...when Eric asked me "hey Scott, was your sleeping bag inside your yellow bag?" I swung my head around to look behind me and didn't see my sleeping bag rolled up in the blue pad on top the trailer where it was supposed to be. It had fell out! I had been riding in front for awhile, and it would've been noticed if it fell out then. I thought back and realized that the last time I was riding behind the others, was way, way back there on the trail. Maybe 5-10 miles?
Damn! I thought about just leaving it on the trail and doing without it or maybe finding a blanket or bag in Rosalia, but I thought chances of that were slim. I also thought I should probably return home with it. It might be noticed if it was missing.
So I unhooked the trailer, and while Eric and Pat headed into town to enjoy a nice breakfast, I rode back as fast as I could. After about 20 minutes, I started wondering if it rolled off the side of the road and I had missed it. But I soon came across it, right where it jumped off the trailer.
I only knew Pat through his blog, and we had never met in person, so I emailed Pat and told him I if I didn't call him, would see him in Tekoa Friday afternoon. Of course, me being me, I didn't call and he probably didn't know for sure if I was going to show up. During the week before, doubts started to creep in my mind - should I really go? I didn't feel too well, hadn't been biking a whole lot, and I didn't want to slow him and Eric down.
But I slapped myself and said - whaddya mean you might not go? You bought a trailer, a bivy sack, water purifier, tons of trail mix and beef jerky, and who knows what else for the trip. This is a great opportunity. Get on your bike and ride!
So Friday I got up, got a haircut, mowed the yard, went to REI for a few last minute items (extra tubes and a bandana to keep my scalp safe from the sun's rays), and finished packing. I had packed clothes, food and miscellaneous items in a backpack and placed it in the yellow Dry-Sak bag in the trailer, along with the bivy sack, rain gear, emergency tube tent, tarp. And a bottle of Rye Whiskey from Woodinville I bought at Rosauers for buddy Trevor, who was going to give me a ride to Tekoa.
I couldn't decide if I needed a sleeping bag or just a blanket, but I'd read about condensation building up in the bivy sack so I rolled up a sleeping bag inside a blue sleeping pad and strapped them to the trailer. This sleeping bag caused me a bit of grief both during and after the trip. Turns out my wife had claimed it for herself, and didn't know I was taking it on the trip.
Also at the last minute, I emptied a half-gallon milk container and filled it up with water and placed it inside the Dry-Sak also. It came in handy during a dry section of the trail.
Two regrets:
1) I didn't make some no-bake cookies before I left. I think I could've just survived the whole trip on no-bakes - peanut butter, oatmeal, cocoa and sugar. Perfect food.
2) I didn't ride to the Waste to Energy plant and weigh the bike and trailer. Pat's bike and gear weighed 100 lbs., and sometimes I felt my set-up was close.
I hooked up the trailer to my Trek 29er mountain bike and rode forth from our house to the bottom of Sunset Hill and Government Way to meet up with Trevor by Big Red's Hot Dog stand. To get a feel for riding the bike with the fully loaded trailer off road, I rode part of the way there on the dirt trail off the TJ Meenach Bridge. I popped out by the college on Fort George Wright Way, then on to Gov't Way.
Enough talk, time for pictures. The view from Gov't Way. It was a good decision to ride. A perfect day:
I met up with Pat and Eric at the Tekoa C&D Bar and Grill, and had a beer and a good fish n chips dinner there. Discovered I went to school in Ephrata with one of Pat's cousins. Small world.
We were soon on the trail and checking out the blocked off trestle over Tekoa. I was immediately attacked by a horde of mosquitoes, but managed to get a few pictures taken after spraying myself down with bug repellant. If I remember right, there is some funding in the pipeline for improvements on this section of the trail.
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| Pat and Eric |
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| Eric was a little braver than Pat and I. This would be so fun to ride across. |
Heading back out on the trail, the scenery was beautiful and the weather gorgeous.
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| Eric |
The next morning, Eric and I checked out the trestle from below:
On the road again, next stop Rosalia.
Things were rolling along fairly smoothly. I was getting to know Eric and Pat, and our riding styles meshed. I could feel a little drag from the trailer over the rockier stretches, but not much.
Just before we reached Rosalia, I was riding in front and started to point out this sign before the bridge over the highway...
...when Eric asked me "hey Scott, was your sleeping bag inside your yellow bag?" I swung my head around to look behind me and didn't see my sleeping bag rolled up in the blue pad on top the trailer where it was supposed to be. It had fell out! I had been riding in front for awhile, and it would've been noticed if it fell out then. I thought back and realized that the last time I was riding behind the others, was way, way back there on the trail. Maybe 5-10 miles?
Damn! I thought about just leaving it on the trail and doing without it or maybe finding a blanket or bag in Rosalia, but I thought chances of that were slim. I also thought I should probably return home with it. It might be noticed if it was missing.
So I unhooked the trailer, and while Eric and Pat headed into town to enjoy a nice breakfast, I rode back as fast as I could. After about 20 minutes, I started wondering if it rolled off the side of the road and I had missed it. But I soon came across it, right where it jumped off the trailer.
I tied it to my handlebars and headed back. Of course, there was a headwind and slight uphill on the way back and it seemed to take forever. I rode into town and didn't see any sign of the others. I passed some (motor) bikers in front of one of the stores, and they gave me a funny look (could've been my imagination). But just as I was going to turn and ask them if they'd seen two other pedal bikers, they revved up and took off out of town. I called Pat, and the bikers reached him just as I called. Over the din of the unbaffled engines, I figured out they were back at the entrance to town. I had taken a different exit off the trail into town, and so I had missed them heading back to meet up with me. Eric had ridden back to where I left the trailer to see if I'd made it there yet.
I stopped at the store in town and picked up a pre-made cheeseburger wrapped in foil for a $1.39 before heading back. It tasted great! I also picked up a couple more bottles of water. The first rule of riding off road in eastern Washington late spring/early summer: Can never have enough water.
I headed back down the road and found Pat and Eric waiting for me - too bad I didn't get a picture of Pat sitting in a camp chair reading a book, waiting. Luckily, the plan was to stop for eats in Rosalia, so we didn't get delayed vey much by my little escapade.
Next: the ride from Rosalia to Rock Lake, and an epic detour to Ralston.
I stopped at the store in town and picked up a pre-made cheeseburger wrapped in foil for a $1.39 before heading back. It tasted great! I also picked up a couple more bottles of water. The first rule of riding off road in eastern Washington late spring/early summer: Can never have enough water.
I headed back down the road and found Pat and Eric waiting for me - too bad I didn't get a picture of Pat sitting in a camp chair reading a book, waiting. Luckily, the plan was to stop for eats in Rosalia, so we didn't get delayed vey much by my little escapade.
Next: the ride from Rosalia to Rock Lake, and an epic detour to Ralston.
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