Rested, and Moving On (June 29, 2016)

Even though we are only about two weeks into this ride, three whole days of rest (or rather, three whole days of not riding) is greatly appreciated.

After arriving at Suzanne and John's home in Ashland on Thursday afternoon, we spent Friday morning leisurely lounging around, then were given an afternoon tour of the many different areas of town.  What a beautiful town.  The aged architecture of the buildings downtown have been wonderfully restored, and there is a wide variety of shops and restaurants.

The primary draw of out of town visitors to Ashland is the Shakespeare Festival.  As I understand it, the Festival runs annually, February through November. Top notch.

On Saturday, John (with my assistance), loaded and strapped the bikes onto his pick-up truck and we were driven the 200 miles to Eugene.  I was thinking during the drive that had we been on a coast-to-coast ride, that accepting a 200 mile "lift" would be unthinkable.  This ride does not have that sense of a "point-to-point" feeling, so not having to ride that 200 miles is perfectly okay with me.

On Saturday afternoon and Sunday, the rest days continued.  Kim spent time with some friends she met back in 2012, when she was passing through Eugene on her cross-country ride.  I spent the days visiting with Nancy O'Brien, whom I have known for many a year and visited often when passing through Eugene.  Very pleasant days, with a liberal dose of stops at the local ice cream parlor ... Nancy knows my weakness for rich flavorable ice cream.  Movie, shopping, music-in-the-park, and of course great food ... wonderful rest days.

Yesterday Kim and  I got back on the road riding the 45 miles north to Corvallis.  45 miles of extremely flat riding, starting with about 8 miles of multi-use paths along side the Willamette River (adjacent photo).  For the most part, the remainder of the ride was on a low-traffic road that traveled through farm land, orchards, vineyards and berry patches.  Very nice easy way to ease back into the daily riding pattern.

Today we head toward the Pacific Coast, with Astoria being the next major goal.  Looking forward to seeing the ocean once again.

And ... we are moving on.

Improved Visibility (June 24, 2016)

Crater Lake ... if you have not been, then you owe it to yourself to make a visit.  The many viewing overlooks are just (to use an over, over, over-used word) awesome.  I would, however, suggest you select a "good weather" day, as opposed to the day I selected back in June of 2013 ... the view from this same spot was somewhat different back then.  Much enjoyed the view and the weather this time around!!

Very much enjoyed spending a wonderful couple of days with Bill Burk.  Days that brought rest to this old body.  Days that brought much laughter and interesting conversations/memories.  Days that found joy in watching Kim and Bill create a wonderful new friendship. Much happiness experienced by all.

After leaving Bill's home, we rode south the 60 miles to Chemult ... Chemult can only be described as a very small wide-spot on the highway that is slowly becoming less wide.  The following day we rode the 47 miles up to Crater Lake.

The ride is most definitely "up" ...  two lengthy climbs ... but the payoff is well worth the work.  The weather was very forgiving as the temperatures were mild and the wind non-existent.  At the Lake's elevation (7,000' +/-), the air is very clear, the sky is very sky-blue, and the Lake is an incredible shade of deep blue ... awe inspiring.

As mentioned, the Lake is at around 7,000'.  7,700 years ago, or so, Mt. Mazama towered over the area that now encompasses the Lake at 12,000'.  During a series of small volcanic eruptions, the upper 5,000' of mountain collapsed into a molten magma dome that had formed under the mountain leaving the current ringed formation (warning:  as stated in previous postings, I was, and am, a "C" student, so take that explanation with some skepticism).  Knowing that this part of North America was inhabited by Indian nations going back 12,000 years, I wonder what those folks thought when the mountain collapsed.  I also wonder what colorful swear words were in their vocabulary that were included in describing the event.  Ah, the questions that muddy an often befuddled mind.

After a cold night of camping at Mazama Village, we headed down toward Medford, OR (76 miles).  The key  word here is "down" ... gloriously down ... 36 miles of down.  Kim shot a video with her iPhone that shows a tamer section of the downhill ride; other areas resulted in speeds often reaching 30 mph ... sweet riding indeed.  If that link does not work, I am sure that she will be including it in her online journal.  Unlike my postings which typically include one photo, Kim includes many photos, so if you are interested in seeing more of where we are riding I suggest you go to her journal.

Yesterday we rode the wonderful Bear Creek Greenway multi-use path the 20 miles from Medford to Ashland.  So nice to have a leisurely care-free/car-free (stole that phrase from Living Streets Alliance) ride.

Today we are taking a rest day here in Ashland staying with Kim's friends, Suzanne and John, whom she met on their Camino de Santiago trek last summer.  Very interesting and gracious people.  My only complaint is that their house is located just above the Ski area here in Ashland (just a wee bit of exaggeration).   The streets up to their house are incredibly steep (think the scenes from the Steve McQueen movie "Bullet").  Over the past eight summers of bike touring I have only once needed to get off the bike and push my way up ... now its twice!  But as I say, Suzanne and John are very gracious hosts, so meeting them and staying with them is well worth the pushing (maybe).

So today is a rest day, the weather is beautiful, my level of fitness is greatly improved ... life is good.
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Side note:  When we were riding up to Crater Lake, we stopped at the Crater Lake National Park entrance sign for a quick rest and some snacks.  While there, a young lady from Denver (Carolyn) stopped, and in the course of conversation, asked us for our journal names so she could follow our travels.  She is on a six-week car tour of Western U.S. National Parks and is keeping a journal of her travels.

Of course I got caught up in us talking about me, and neglected to ask her for her journal name.  Carolyn, if you are reading this, please send me your journal url ... to:  randallgarmon@gmail.com.

I Must Be In Oregon (June 19, 2016)

Unlike the adjacent photo, the first three days of our ride have been cloudy (to the max), rainy (to the max), and cold (to the semi-max).

After three days of climbing (extreme, but not necessarily to the max), the inclines have taken a toll on my body.

I have always thought that no matter how much one trains, that the first three or four days of touring are hard.  I am here to tell you  that in the past I have trained a lot, and the first days were hard ... but this year I did not train as much, and the hurt is "to the max"!

We left the Portland area on Wednesday, riding south on the Cascading River Bikeway, and covered the 45 miles to the Ripplebrook  Campground ... lots of rain during the ride and during the camping (oh, joy).   The following day we rode the 45 miles into Detroit (Oregon, not Michigan).  Lots  of climbing both days, but the ride into Detroit was almost a dry ride.  I say "almost" because about nine miles outside of Detroit I made the mistake of thinking it might just be a dry-ride day.  In the past I have also thought, "Gee, I haven't had a flat tire in a long time".  Drenched ... to the max ... in a five minute downpour.  Damn.

The following day we rode the 57 miles to Sisters.  While not overly wet, it was coolish and chock full of continuous  gradual climbs.  The high point of the day (pun intended) was riding up-and-over Santium Pass.  This climb (for me), was a "3.6 MPH" grind, and took a little over an hour.

Side note:  Up until about three years ago there was a professional bike racer by the name of Jens Voight.  He raced at the top levels of bike racing into his early 40s.  When asked how he coped with  leg pain in the latter stages of races, he replied that he said, "Shut up legs!"  I tried that on the Satium Pass climb, but my legs shouted louder than my brain.

Yesterday was to be an easier day.  20 miles to Bend (where Kim stopped so as to spend time exploring around Bend), then (for me) an additional 20 miles to my friend Bill's house south of Bend.  Easy-peasy.  Ah, but if there is an opportunity for me to screw-up an easy day, then I am all over that opportunity like flies on ...   I took a look at Google Maps, and saw an alternate route that would get me off of the main highway, and was only 7 minutes longer than staying on the main highway.

There is a vacation/recreation community south of Bend called Sunriver.  Whoever designed the community's roads and multi-use paths must have been well into what ever legal or illegal substances they chose to  abuse.  I had some very creative adjectives and adverbs to modify this seemingly endless maze.  The people I encountered walking around were most likely short-term vacationers.  When asking these folks directions, the directions were usually preceded by, "I think ...".   Usually they thought wrong!  Frustrating, to the max.  That 7 miinutes turned into 90 minutes.

So today is a rest day.  Bill and I will be driving up to Bend to pickup Kim and make a stop  at the R.E.I. store.  Tomorrow Kim and I will be heading south to Crater Lake and Ashland.

Weather patterns have changed, so instead of clouds, rain and cold (ergo, I Must Be In Oregon) ... blue skies, to the max!

Oh, by the way, the adjacent photo was taken last year about 10 miles east of Sisters.

Heading to the Northwest (June 13, 2016)

Much to my relief, another summer of bike touring  is starting tomorrow ... 'cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane ... and flying off to Portland, Oregon.

I say "to my relief" because after last summer's not-so-enjoyable bike trek, I really thought that maybe I would never do another ride.  In the back of my fuzzy low-performing brain I knew that touring is one very big element of my life that I dearly love, but again, last year ...

Fortunately, about six weeks ago, Kim Basinger and I talked about doing a ride somewhere this summer.  Kim and I have done two extended rides together, and with her encouragement I managed to pull my moping self-indulgent head out of my ass and agree to once again "get out on the road".

So we are meeting up in Portland tomorrow and heading out on a two-and-a-half month ride around the Northwest ... Portland, Bend, Crater Lake, Ashland, Eugene, Astoria, Olympic Peninsula, Vancouver Island, Glacier National Park, Banff/Jasper, Vancouver, Seattle.  Or something there abouts.

Kim and I travel quite well together as she is a detail-oriented person, where as my planning skills are at the far (other) end of the "detail-oriented" scale.

It is always nice to get out of the desert heat, although I am not too excited about the predicted overnight mid 30's and rain later this week,

Sooo ... all my bags are packed, I'm ready to go ...