Saturday, December 10, 2011

places i've been

I have been in many places, but I've never been in Cahoots. Apparently, you can't go alone. You have to be in Cahoots with someone.

I've also never been in Cognito. I hear no one recognizes you there.

I have, however, been in Sane. They don't have an airport; you have to be driven there.

I have made several trips there, thanks to my friends, family and work.

I would like to go to Conclusions, but you have to jump, and I'm not too much on physical activity anymore.

I have also been in Doubt. That is a sad place to go, and I try not to visit there too often.

I've been in Flexible, but only when it was very important to stand firm.

Sometimes I'm in Capable, and I go there more often as I'm getting older.

One of my favourite places to be is in Suspense!

It really gets the adrenalin flowing and pumps up the old heart! At my age I need all the stimuli I can get!

And, sometimes I think I am in Vincible but life shows me I am not.

People keep telling me I'm in Denial but I'm positive I've never been there before!

I have been in Deepshit many times; the older I get, the easier it is to get there.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

stats as of 110928

date time dist max ascend end
minutes miles mph feet loc
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110908 249 45 37.1 2172 sawmill cg
110909 248 42 36.7 3136 ohanapecosh cg
110910 204 34 32.4 1804 cole creek cg
110911 203 46 33.9 1339 yelm wa
110912 249 51 22.8  622 grays harbor hostel
110913 319 62 32.3 2441 willaby cg
110914 183 35 27.9 1181 kalaloch cg
110915 198 37 35.7 1680 forks wa
110916 390 72 37.7 3527 port angeles wa
110917 373 70 36.1 3304 oakharbor wa
110919  87 13 36.0 1096 san Juan county park
110920 250 42 42.4 3937 Moran county park
110922 121 20 43.3 1670 odlin county park
110923 221 40 33.3 1988 bayview sp
110924 268 54 27.6 1739 howard miller cp
110925 210 34 31.2 1850 colonel cg
110926 352 63 34.2 5230 winthrop wa
110927 355 72 33.8 2073 lake chelan sp
110928 486 97 35.1 5699 ellensburg wa

sauk campground was closed for the season

so i pushed on for ellensburg. i took this shot of this old homestead at last light. had to push to ellensburg during the dark, but luckily there was very little traffic.

the headwind faded...

...and eventually i reached the pass.

turning out to be a long day

at the start of blewitt pass i had a pretty good headwind. that worried me as i was starting to run out of daylight. it gets darker earlier this time of the year in these northern latitudes.

starting to see signs of fall

bikes are right up there with tractors in these parts

back on the columbia river

lake chelan

columbia river to lake chelan

for the first 40 miles today i had a slight negative slope and some tailwind. once i turned south along the columbia river i hit the most immense headwind ever and lasted for the next 30 miles. ugh. it was so bad that at one point i swear i was rolling backwards. well it felt like i easily could've been.

new best friends wishing to join me for lunch

there was a third dog, but i could not get a good picture of him.

lunch

i ate the pie first, btw

lunch stop

more

had a slight tailwind and gentle down slope for once

central washington (tuesday 110927)

what a day (monday 110926)

so like i said, it started raining when i tried to cook dinner. and it continued raining for the next 24 hours. as i climbed towards washington pass, i became colder and colder as i was drenched, the temperature was dropping (to a low of 32 degrees, thus the snow), and i had a wind not only pushing into me, but also cooling me down to the point i could no longer feel below my knees and elbows. i finally pulled off into some trees to get out of the wind and put on my thermal undershirt followed by a garbage bag, my cycling shirt, cycling jacket, and then rain jacket. i put the shower cap i normally use to protect my saddle at night on to block the wind on my head. i also put garbage bags over my hands too. then i ate the rest of the bag of granola that i'd started for breakfast. this all seemed to help as i started to feel my hands again. i could no longer feel my feet and had no bags for them.

after i started to descend washington pass, the misery continued in the form of hail and the speed of the wind as i descended at 35 mph. luckily there was very little traffic as i hogged the lane in spite of a healthy shoulder which was covered in snow and slush. other than the elements abusing me, the sad part was i could not enjoy the beauty i knew the backside of this pass held -- that usually made paid me back for all the climbing i'd done in colorado.

as i descended the temperature started to climb. at 37 degrees F, i could start feeling my knees again. it wasn't until 40 deg F that i got back all my feeling except that my feet actually felt cold now. i'll take it! cold was a feeling and i was glad to get it.

as i approached winthrop the temperature climbed to 47 deg F. to be honest, i was worried i was going to make it before i put on all the plastic. funny how when you get to a low point like that that what would've seemed like bad weather before now felt like the best weather ever.

when i arrived in winthrop i was thoroughly spent so i got a hotel and cranked up the heater to dry everything off while i went off to an excellent dinner.

the whole town had this old west look and feel:

Monday, September 26, 2011

washington pass

i picked the wrong day to get through the cascades. it's about a 60 mile stretch back to any civilization, so i camped at diablo lake to get as close as possible. it started raining the night before when i thought i might make dinner. i had to stay in the tent and eat jerky and vegetables instead. the fire i'd already started soon died.

it sort of worked out as the camp was not very occupied (and no fee -- yay). in the early hours, a bear was knocking stuff around in the campgrounds 50 yards on either side of me. i'd put everything but the bike in the metal bear box except the jerky. so when i heard the bear i put my stinky clothes over the bag of jerky. gross i know, but it worked i suppose.

i slept extremely well as there was no noise except the bear and it was pitch dark. seriously, there was absolutely no light. not true the night before. here is a blurb i wrote about that experience:

i've seen the zombie apocolypse

it turns out to be a campground full of meth addicts. they stay up until midnight, sleep for two hours, then suddenly find themselve helpless unless they are chopping wood and burning an amazing amount of it, preparing their fishing boats, talking about the stupidest things -- the list goes on.

there are warning signs. for instance, if you arrive at a campground and there's a dude sitting way off to the side staring who knows where while a fire blazes with too many logs, then there's going to be some meth zombies that night. plus they have way more gear than a "normal" camper would ever dream or be able to pack modestly in their vehicles.

maybe zombie isn't the correct word. they're more like a cross between harmless vampires and zombies who need something (constructive?) to do in the wee hours. i'll give them this: they don't seem to be thieves or otherwise very harmful. just noisy and busy.

more of diablo lake from camp

note the fleeting attempt at blue sky

diablo lake from camp

this one is diablo lake

one of the dammed lakes for seattle city light -- i forget which one

warning: bigfoot/sasquatch crossing

you may not believe it, but i saw a few of them. i promised not to take any pictures though. sorry

marble mount

skagit river

unbelievable emerald color

the cascades

they will not be so inviting by the time i get to them

bike touring shadow

i guess i had a little free time

sunset looking back to anacortes

on the way out of anacortes towards mt vernon

that'd be nice too

i guess it was cheap to build???

more lopez island

lopez island

suppose to be the flattest island for cycling. they had a few 10+ % grades. seems wsdot didn't grade anything on the san juan islands. they just paved over any hills.

glimpse of shaw island from the ferry

as i didn't land there

eastsound, orcas island

had the best, if not very richest, coconut cream pie at a place called passion for pies. their shepherd's pie was incredible too.