Thoughts of Mt. Lemmon (May 26, 2012)

Day two ... Stevenson, WA to Portland ... 42 miles of spectacular scenery.

In early May, I decided to try a different approach to getting physically prepared for a summer bike trek. In the past I have put in two-to-three weeks of daily riding ... rides of forty to fifty miles, some without loaded panniers, some with. This year I decided to put in some serious "couch" time, with an occasional ride up Mt. Lemmon with the usual Tuesday group and with 300 of my closet GABA friends.

As it turns out (so far) my new training program is working. Upon waking this morning my body was relatively pain-free ... just the usual stiffness that this old body typically feels first thing.

Today's ride included a significant climb of approximately 900' elevation gain in about 3 miles. The elevation gain pales in comparison with the weekly ride up Mt. Lemmon; however the rides up Mt. Lemmon are on a bike that weighs approximately 18 pounds ... my touring bike, with loaded panniers, weighs around 70 pounds. But then I should also point out the gearing ratios on the touring bike allow for such weight. The picture with this post was taken at the top of the climb ... Cape Horn ... looking eastward up the Columbia River.

A quick note about this summer's trek, and why I am heading west along the Columbia River. This summer the plan is to ride from Astoria, OR to Maine by way of Central Oregon, Yellowstone, Iowa (RAGBRIA) and then on to Maine. I am meeting up with two friends in Astoria ... Roger Simmons and Frank Preston (actually due to current health issues, Frank will be meeting us in Tillamook, OR ... apparently cheese will cure what ails him). Both Roger and Frank rode across the country last summer ... experienced riders both.

As I am composing this it is pouring rain ... first night of camping still has not come to be.
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First Night of Camping (May 25, 2012)

The day after flying to Portland, OR on May 23, my long-time friend Bill Burke was kind enough to pick me up and give me a tour of the Columbia River Gorge ... spectacular to say the least. Included in the drive was a trip up to the Timberline Lodge at the base of Mt. Hood ... while my Tucson-area friends were sweltering in 100 degree temps, Bill and I were scurrying through a snow storm (or maybe just a flurry, but snow none-the-less). As is usual when Bill and I get together, we shared many a story which usually ended with great amounts of laughter. Bill has one of the great laughs ... even for an old codger.

On May 25, I started out on this summer's bike trek. This is the fourth summer in which I have traveled via my bike. I found I was not at all nervous about starting this adventure ... a very real calm. However at this morning's breakfast (and I think Bill will attest to this), I began to whine like a five year-old not wanting to start kindergarten. Quite pathetic, I am sure.

Just as responsible mothers get those five year-olds off to school, Bill pushed me down the road. This first day of riding was a short day ... 32 miles from Lyle, WA to Stevenson, WA. Riding in a westerly direction along the Columbia River provides a bike rider with a consistent, nay persistent, headwind. Other than the task of riding into the wind, it was a relatively easy day ... good way to start the trek. (On a side note for those in the Old Boys lunch group, the town of Stevenson was founded by a guy by the name of George Stevenson ...)

So, the trek has begun. As for the the first night of camping ... ain't happened yet.