|if the rail ties weren't burned from the fire a year or two ago making it difficult or downright impossible and plain unsafe to haul a bike over this section of the Beverly Trestle, I would've been tempted to find a bolt cutter or angle grinder.|
When I was riding up a hill to the Army West Trailhead, my left pedal felt a little wonky. I didn't notice anything on the long downhill ride through the Yakima Training Center, but it increasingly got worse biking on Huntzinger Road to Vantage. I stopped and looked at the pedal, and it was all wobbly and barely hanging on to the crank arm. I made it to Vantage, took the pedal off and found the arm threads were stripped. I actually got the pedal back on tight, but it still didn't feel quite right and I knew it wouldn't be long before the pedal fell off. I had just been thinking earlier in the day, you know, I might just make it to Spokane. Me and the 9 liters of water I was carrying.
Tune in some day for the full Spokane to Seattle to Columbia story, including my tragicomedic epic way-finding from Issaquah to Snoqualmie, and a little thunder storm scaring me into a hotel in Ellensburg.