Working The Plan

Next year (2012), I turn 50. For the last two or three months, I've been kicking around ideas for a bikey "event" to mark the milestone. I want it to be something fairly epic and hopefully very special - something that will be a worthy celebration of the first half century of my life and create the kind of memories that I will want to dwell in when I am eventually senile. And because of that, I'm starting the planning now. What I have in mind is not something I can just throw together a coupla months in advance.

The planning phase I'm in right now I guess would still technically be considered brainstorming, in which I'm allowing myself all kinds of freedom to consider vastly different versions of this "event".  But I've become captivated enough by one particular idea that I've gone down the path far enough to start intersecting with the crossroads of reality.  And that idea is a week-long, fat bike, cross-state tour on the John Wayne Pioneer Trail, which is the railbed of the former Chicago, Milwaukee, St. Paul and Pacific Railroad.

I've been aware of this trail for a while now, and while I'd heard bits and pieces about different sections, I didn't know very much about it in terms of it's viability as a cross-state bike tour route.  I'd known that much of it is remote and desolate, and that was part of the appeal.  It would be cool to have a riding partner to experience this trip with, but Patty made it immediately clear that it sure as hell wasn't gonna be her, and it's pretty unlikely, given the type of trip and the time and equipment requirements, that anyone else would emerge.  But I was also okay with the thought of going solo - you know, time alone in the middle of nowhere, to ponder where you've been the past 50 and where you're headed, amidst the man against nature backdrop, all that kinda krap.  I joke, but I'm serious.  A half-century retreat.  So I had created a tough, challenging and yet rather romantic version of it in my head.

Over the past weeks, I've been doing online research as time allows.  I ordered a beat-up copy of the book "Washington's Rail Trails" by Fred Wert, for $2.87 on Amazon.  Little by little, I've been piecing together a little more accurate and real picture. And then I hit the mother lode -  a review on this page at TrailLink.com  from user 'Beloh' who rode pretty much the entire route, from west to east, in October of last year:

We rode this trail (on mountain bikes with BoB trailers) starting in Seattle by by riding the Burke-Gilman Trail to the Sammish River Trail to the Tolt Pipeline Trail to the Snoqualmie Valley Trail which connects to the John Wayne trail/Iron Horse State Park. The 1st day was 70 miles to the Alice Creek backcountry campground. The 2nd day went as far as Cle Elum, and the 3rd day went to Wanupum State Park on the Columbia. The old rail road trestle across the Columbia is gated off so we then crossed on the I-90 bridge at Vantage WA (VERY DANGEROUS) and picked up the trail at Beverly, WA ending day 4 in Othello, WA. Day 5 was from Othello to Ritzville and Day 6 was Ritzville to Lamont, WA.

I would have given this trail a higher rating but, because of tunnel closures, there are some long detours required. The 1st is a steep, miserable climb up to Snoqualmie Pass on I-90: there is a wide shoulder but it is busy and noisy and climbs 700' in about 2 miles. You can rejoin the trail at Hyak for a few miles but you get sent back to I-90 near Cabin Creek and ride it all the way to Lake Easton State Park. The trail, when you can get on it is good, mostly gravel. Also, after you leave the Snoqualmie Pass area there are no places to camp except at Wanupum State Park and an ORV park near Beverly, even hotels get scarce. This makes for some long days.

The trail officially begins at Rattle Snake Lake near North Bend, WA. It is in good condition, gravel and dirt, and climbs steadily all the way to Snoqualmie Pass. There are 2 nice state park campsites at Alice Creek and Carter Creek ($5/night, vault toilets, no water but streams are nearby.) Unfortunately, the tunnel at Snoqualmie Pass is closed so riding I-90 is the only way over. There are a couple more campsites along Kecheelus Lake, east of the Pass

After Cle Elum, more signs try to direct you to another long road ride (but not on I-90 this time) but the tunnels are open so don't take the detour. This section is along the Yakima river and is probably the prettiest section of the ride, well worth a day trip.

The next detour is after Ellensburg at Kittitas around a derelict trestle. This is about 3 miles with some climbing but the roads are lightly traveled. This ends at the Yakima Army Base where you self register to ride across. (Just the idea of riding through a military firing range is too cool.) The trail on the west side of the Boylston Tunnel is very soft with lots of horse traffic so the riding is slow. The tunnel itself is open although the army has recently put in some concrete barriers to keep vehicles out of it. East of the tunnel you begin a fantastic 15 mile descent to the Columbia River. The trail is still soft but not as bad as on the west side because of fewer horses.

Camping at Wanupum State Park was decent but expensive ($28 - no hiker/biker sites.) The next morning we crossed the I-90 bridge at Vantage, probably the most dangerous part of the ride. The bridge is 2 lanes each direction and absolutely no shoulder. Traffic was light and the cars/trucks gave us plenty of room but it is uphill for 1/2 mile; a bad place to get a flat. Unfortunately there is no other way across. After this it is an easy ride to Beverly to rejoin the trail.

The rest of this trail requires you to get permits in advance. Depending on which section you plan to ride you get them from either WA State DNR or WA State Parks. They will also send you info on closed sections and detour routes. Be sure to ask for gate lock combinations.

Next you get about 14 miles on beautiful trail, including unexpected crossings of Lower Crab Creek. Right before you go back on the road you ride through the tiny town (no services) of Smyrna. This section is filled with goat-head thorns. If you don't know about these thorns do some research and plan accordingly; Slime tubes don't even slow them down. Also watch out for electric fences (but that's another story.) Once you've fixed you're flat tires it is an easy, but long road ride into Othello.

After Othello there is another 10 miles on road to Warden, WA where you pick up the trail again. The trail starts getting rougher here, with larger ballast so the going is slow. The is no water along this section so fill up at Warden. It is a long ride to Lind WA where another trestle is out. We left the trail and rode US 395 to Ritzville because it was getting dark. The trail continues after Lind for another 15 miles and then you detour to Ritzville (10 miles) to avoid a missing bridge over Cow Creek.

Leaving Ritzville you ride the roads for about 10 miles to get back on the trail. Even rougher conditions now, big tires and low pressure are the only way to get by. We rode as far as the Columbia Plateau Trail and headed north to our pickup point in Lamont, WA.
The parts of the trail in Eastern WA are fairly isolated so be prepared to get yourself out of any trouble you get into. We encountered no other trail users after Ellensburg and cell phone coverage is spotty. Water is scarce, bring a filter and/or treatment tablets; you'll be drinking from streams in cow country. Even in late September then sun was hot and there was minimal shade. Rattle snakes are around and those goat-head thorns will ruin your day.

I was initially crushed.  All the closed tunnels, all the missing trestles.  I-90 detours.  Blech.  Reconciling your dreams with reality can be a total bitch.

And so I pretty much wrote it off, but not totally, and as the days have progressed, I've re-aligned my expectations a bit.  Which I suppose might be the key to enjoying this trip.  Maybe all the detours are just part of the bigger challenge.  Maybe I just really wanna do it, no matter what, and I'm just going through the head games necessary to do get there.  Not sure.  Pictures like these constantly haunt me, though.

What I do know is that I'm still motivated to spend time doing research, and that I'm really enjoying it.  This is an old WA road map that's been sacrified to the cause.  The blue line is the route from the ID-WA state line near Tekoa to the intersection of the Columbia River at Beverly . . .

This Gazette has been a tremendous resource as it shows the actual route as a dotted line, and in a very detailed scale.  Which I have subsequently traced with the blue highliter to make it look like a river.  If I go, no matter what high-tech navigational aids I have along, these pages are getting ripped out and coming along . . .

Time will tell. If I do move forward with this plan, I'll need a fat bike this year, in order to allow myself some time to get going on the equipment end of things and pre-ride some of the different sections.  And to figure out things like how to steer clear of rattlesnakes and what to do if I was to actually get bit out in the middle of nowhere, by myself.

Other ideas include:

• a multi-day tour through the Idaho Panhandle National Forest
• a trip with my bike to Portland via Amtrak followed by a couple of days banging around in that bike-friendly city, followed by a tour home along an interesting route
• a multi-mode (bus, train, plane, bike) multi-town/city tour with a folder

These seem a bit pale in comparison to the JWT X-WA idea.  At the moment.

Our Very Own Hannibal

This is not at all bikey, but we're doing some remodeling in the basement, where the dog usually spends the day. So we're leaving her upstairs. Problem is, that's the same level that the mailman shows up at.

I don't know what happened in her past life, but mailman = MORTAL enemy. As a result, she's been tearing the krap out of the door in her effort to tear the krap out of him.

Which pisses me off because now I have a new summer refinshing project along with tonight's winter project of building a "mask".

Pump Track Physics

My enginerd head has been trying get itself around pump tracks.

pump track backyard from Jason G on Vimeo.

As in, conservation of energy laws - you have to put energy in, somehow, to keep the bike rolling, and it's obviously not by way of the cranks. It's magical.

I'm not there yet, just getting started. Wonderful brain food for those 3 am can't-sleep sessions. With luck I'll eventually dispel the magicality and turn it into something logical and boring in my mind, but probably I'll just let it stay there and not kill the magic for everyone else. It looks so zen. But I don't know the first thing about it.

As for the kid, he's got some crazy shit burned into his psyche. Doesn't stand a chance of being "normal". Good for him.

Shiny New

Why?

Because rackufacturing requires respectable regulation.

Thanks for asking, I've been working on this fabulous paroemion since last Saturday. (If you decided not to pursue the link, you have missed something very special, in the literary sense, about prunes, but hey, it's your life.)

Also, because the old ones were worn out, but as I think you can see, that's beside the point.

Thoughts On Winter, Thoughts On Spring

Other than a coupla short rides to hangs and some neighborhood stuff, I haven't been on a bike since January 2nd. Whereas over the the last coupla winters the challenge of winter riding sustained my motivation, my interest has been flat this year. Part of that is due to how much other krap is going on, but a bigger part of it, I think, is just wanting to take a break from the gruel. All the clothing, the slush, the studs . . . you know.

The excitement of the early season's snowfall made the riding in November and December (see header pic) fun. But by the time the new year rolled around, I was kinda burnt and not really finding any reason to push myself out the door. I think about bikes probably a zillion times a day - middle of the night, when I'm supposed to be working, when my wife is talking to me, all weekend every weekend. My escape from reality, my happy place.

But this winter, all the inspiration seemed to be chanelled into the shop. I did a bunch of great projects and got four other guys into rack building. It all took a lot of energy that I might have used riding, but it was really a lot of fun and it fed my bike soul, so I think I'm okay with it.

If I was racing or simply riding a lot with super-fast guys, there would be peer pressure to stay in shape through the winter and hit the ground running in March. But I'm not, so there isn't. I even finally let myself sell both of my trainers on craigslist this winter. (Thank you, self!) I wonder about how things would be different if I had a monotonous job. Or if I was 24. Wait, I know the answer to that one. Age is definitely part of the equation.

I'm not sure how it will be next year, but for now, I think the sabbatical suits me. Especially if it means that I'll enjoy the riding this spring that much more for the break.

A direct benefit of all the shop time is that when my batteries do finally recharge, I've got a totally new-to-me everyday urban bike to get acquainted with. We spent quality time together last summer-fall, but so much has changed . . .

Here's how it looks now.  It was new enough to me last year that I didn't wanna expose it to road salt and all the nastiness of winter, so I parked it last fall.  This year, though, it will be ridden hard and put away wet.

Not sure how I'll like this light solution.  I hope that it's easy to reach down and adjust the angle while I'm riding.  I 'd decided early on to use battery, and not dyno, lighting.  To keep the weight down.  This bike should stay sort of fastish.

These are the new lowrider racks.  It's how I'll get all my shit to work. I'm really proud of how they came out, but I have no idea how they'll actually work.  Those are my first set of metal fenders. No idea how they'll actually work.  I designed the rack so that the stays would tie into the ends.  No idea how they'll actually work.  Those are new wheels and tires.  Optimized in my mind.  No idea how they'll actually work.

My first home-made mudflap.  I cut and formed a piece of aluminum to squish the mudflap between it and the fender.  I have a roll of really nice black rubber sheet that I thought would have made a flap that tied in better color-wise, but I'll be damned if I could find it.  I took Patrick and John's cue and went to Lowe's and bought this red (ish) gasket material for $.99.  I deem it an aesthetic home run.  No idea how it will actually work.

Other than to support the light, I have no idea why I built this front rack or what I will carry on it.  (Sledgehammers make great kickstands, btw.)

Other than to carry my u-lock, I have no idea why I built this rear rack or what I will carry on it.  I have no idea how the lock carrier that looks like a rack will actually work.  I have no idea why the Planet Bike Superflash is no longer sufficient for my needs or how I will like the RADBOT 1000.

Ot what this damn thing is and how I will use it.

It weights 32 lbs, including the lock, pump, light, battery, and all the other krap. Excluding the sledge.

I'm looking forward to shaking it all down. See you on the road real soon.

If A Little Is Good . . .

Thanks to a tip from Jeff, I now own a bag of Blue Diamond Wasabi and Soy Sauce Almonds the "size of his head". On sale now. $6.99. Walgreen's.

If Costco starts selling these, can you imagine the size of that bag?

Almonds are good for you, right?

Post #400. Yay.

Winter Find

I'm genetically predisposed to sweating like crazy. (Oh, did I mention this post was gonna be gross.) But seriously. I mean like eating ketchup makes me sweat and I am not kidding.

So imagine what a long ride on a hot day flushes out of my body. Or better yet, don't. But the point is that sweat carries gobs of salt away with it and then I am imbalanced (love that word). Don't ask me to get technical on this. I just know from experience that I've had to take fancy electrolyte tablets on long hot rides or else I will be miserable at best, toast at worst.

But I've also learned from more recent experience that I can substitute way more funner (and cheaper) salts for the fancy ones. Like those crazy corn nut chips. Which we decided on a trip last year were made by sweeping up the dust from the floor of the corn nut factory and comprocessing (?) them into little circles. Which is sort of confirmed by the fact that the official corn nut site (which is very fun, btw) doesn't even mention them. Hey, they are cheap and they worked for me.

But I'm pretty sure I've found something better (albeit more expensive) this off-season:

I love wasabe and I've only had what I think might be the real thing one time in my life and it was so good it was spiritual. And then there is a host of krap out there that uses the word to sell their shit, and this krap is just pathetic. But then in the middle is some stuff that is decent, and this is one of them. I could possibly eat about seven cans in one sitting, if I let myself go. Yes, that good. I'll for sure be carrying a few (nuts, not cans) on rides this upcoming hot season.