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Warm Up

This past weekend I undertook my final warm-up ride before my big trip from PDX->SLC begins in less than a week. I tried to make it as realistic as possible — loaded bike, ~ 90 mile route.  I even brought my technology along and worked for the day from Mercer Island, about 12 miles into the ride.  Roughly speaking, my route took me from my house in North Seattle, down the shore of Lake Washington to the I90 floating bridge to Mercer Island, a somewhat one-percent-y suburban islet between Bellevue and Seattle.  After working for 5-6 hours or so at a rather cacophonous Starbucks, I saddled up again and continued east towards the growing Cascades, passing through about 10 more miles of solid suburbs along a series of poorly-connected bike paths, until at last the hills grew into full foothills, the forest encroached and finally swallowed the mini-malls and I climbed toward the former resource towns/current-exurbs of Snoqualmie and North Bend.  All except the very youthful may know these places as the backdrops for the epic but brief David Lynch series Twin Peaks.  I know them as places with very poor bicycle signage … I ended up at one point riding across a private golf course to get to where I was going.

But it was worth it, since at the far end of North Bend I was greeted by a spectacular herd of elk grazing in the shadow of Mt. Si:

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It was mating season, or at least that’s what I was able to conclude by the startling array of noises emanating from the male elk as they cantered around the open field.  Several motorists stood outside of their cars at the side of the backroad next to the meadow, and I stopped my bike to join them, chatting with an amiable wireless-technology salesman as we watched the live-action nature film unfold in front of us.  I soon realized it was getting late … and I had a mountain pass to climb and I was a good 1.5 hours behind schedule.  So I left the elk, meadow and towns behind and headed for the real mountains.  My next passage was up a steep and surprisingly busy spur road to and several miles back into the mountains to the trail head at Iron Horse State Park Trail.  This state park is possibly the most unusual in the country — it’s over 150 miles long from end to end, but is at no point wider than about 100 yards.  It’s composed entirely of a former railroad right-of-way of the old Milwaukee Road that traversed Snoqualmie pass and connected the Columbia Basin and Central Washington with Seattle and the Ocean.  Now it’s an awesome bike/horse trail which winds up the pass at a gentle grade over trestles and through tunnels to the top of the pass.

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I climbed and climbed, seeing almost no one for miles as I wound back into the gray mountains.  Far below I could see the interstate chugging up the valley floor, a ribbon of red and white.  The air grew cold [note to self:  bring warm clothes on the trip], and the shade of the trees darkened and then became nearly black as the road dipped and wound up and up. It was quite dark when I reached my penultimate goal — the 2.5 mile tunnel that would take me through a mountain and out the other side to Snoqualmie Pass, where I would stay the night.  I entered the tunnel, thinking of nothing so much as the back door to Moria in Fellowship, and pedaled in the dripping blackness over an even surface illuminated by my lamp and pocked by many icy puddles fed by drips from above.  After a seemingly too-long time, I emerged at the far side, shivering but happy.  It was deeply dark.

I passed the night at a rather run-down motel at the top of the 3,000 foot pass which served the ski area during the season and truckers during the off-season.  I checked zendesk, but fell asleep almost immediately (mid-ticket.)

The next day I continued on the trail:  down this time, through the rest of the mountain range and 30-miles on to the edge of the steppes of Central Washington.  I followed the same railway road, straight east now, as it punched through the mountains and arrived at Cle Elum, the little town where Matt (my partner) and I would attend a wedding that afternoon.  He had been gracious enough to bring a change of clothes for me and would also be around to make sure both of us and my bike made it back to Seattle the following day.

So — mission accomplished!  95 miles, one mountain pass, ~5000 ft climbing, no mechanical or other problems … I feel ready to do this!

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Training, fire and wind

The idea that in less than four weeks I’ll be on the road in Oregon on my way to Idaho and Utah still seems like a fantasy, but here’s a brief update about my recent training and preparations:

The past few weeks have been all about getting my body and bicycle ready for the rigors of a long trip.  I’ve fallen a few minutes short of my planned training times a couple of the past few weeks, but I still feel good about progress.  Planned weeks of 360, 480 and 540 minutes came in at 347, 490 and 450 — in other words, close, great and not really that close.  On the other hand my long day so far is 360 minutes, or 6 hours and over 1500 feet of climbing.  This pretty accurately simulates what an average day on the road for me will be like, and while I was certain sore at the end of the day, I wasn’t devastated.  That’s a good sign right?

The long day in question was a trip with my friend Brooke to the Bicycle Festival, fun ride and overnight party in the Cascade mountain town of Snoqualmie, Washington.  Departing from Seattle at about 7am, I wound my way up the shores of Lake Washington under a sunrise stained deep red by the hanging smoke from a profusion of fires burning in the central part of Washington and Oregon right now (more on them later.)  The smoke would stay with us all day as we wound up through the bucolic towns north of Seattle, and then back down through the tranquil valley of the Snoqualmie river toward the first slopes of the cascades, and then finally up a giant lurching hill past Snoqualmie Falls (for those of a certain age, that’s the one in Twin Peaks) and thence to the festival, which took place under the smoky shadow of impressive Mount Si in a rather unimpressive field.  The scenery, along with the good music, food trucks and general lack of sobriety made for a good night, however.

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Being out on my bike so often over the past few weeks has reconnected me with the powers of nature.  The other day here in Seattle — after a very long expanse of dry, hot weather — we experienced a drenching rain and a rather violent, unexpected, wind storm.  The tail wind that propelled me north at a rapid clip up one lobe of my usual training loop became a stiff headwind on my way back.  This recalled a 2006 bike tour during which my brother and I battled a brutal coastal headwind for 4 days down the Oregon coast until mercifully, and all at once, the air currents wheeled around and blew us practically all the way to San Francisco.  This might happen on my upcoming tour — I have no way of knowing for sure, although I believe that the prevailing autumnal winds in the mountain/steppe through which I will ride come from the north and west, which should generally be to my benefit since I am bound south and east.

Turning to ride home from my training, I crossed a familiar large avenue only to see this:

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It was an excellent reminder, I thought, that we humans are not in charge of what the planet does when.

Frequently on my mind right now is the fact that there are three significant wildland fires burning more or less in the path I wish to take at the end of September.  The fires in question are represented by the three blotches closest to the center of this map:

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None of these fires has currently closed the road I wish to take, and many are slowly creeping along in far-flung areas away from the road.  But two of the three have crossed US highway 26 over many miles, which means that I will ride through a landscape of charred trees and earth.  While it’s true that the terrible fire season we’re having this year has thrown some of my plans into question, this is kind of meaningless when measured against the severe hardship, loss of property, injury and even death that this has caused in the lives of others.

Nature is nature, and we have to accept it — and this applies to the limits of my own body as much as it does to the terror of fire, or the power of wind.

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Training for a two week tour

Getting physically ready for a long long cycle tour is important.  Not doing so can lead to many sorts of problems, particularly when you’re anywhere north of your 20s.  In 2006, when my younger brother and I biked from Seattle to San Francisco,  I distinctly remember that my little bro — then in his mid-20s — eschewed all training before the ride began.  He was saved only by his youth and the easy nature of the first few days, along with the prodigious amount of tacos and fry-bread he ate.

Getting physically ready for a tour seems to be mostly about getting your body used to sitting in a saddle for a large number of hours each day.  It’s secondarily about fitness and endurance, especially if you’re starting from a decent baseline of cardiovascular fitness.  For some — particularly those who are starting from a low level of weekly activity — it’s also about building the strength and endurance needed to cycle for many hours each day.  For me, it’s certainly a combination of these things, but since I’m starting at a reasonable place in terms of cardio conditioning, the most important aspect is certainly the first.

There are plenty of resources available all over the place which suggest various training schedules, and from these I wet ahead and adapted the following schedule for the last 6-7 weeks before the tour begins:

weeks_before_tour /long_ride_1 (mins) / long_ride_2 (mins) /total_time (mins)

7/90/120/360
6/120/150/480
5/150/180/540
4/120/0/240
3/180/210/660
2/180/270/690
1/*/*/minimal

So this week (t minus 7) I’m attempting two longer rides of 90 and 120 minutes (90 min ride accomplished, 120 min ride scheduled for Saturday.)  The week’s total riding time is 360 minutes, which means that I’ll need to continue riding an average of 30 minutes on the other days of the week.  Training peak happens two weeks before touring and will include 3 and 4.5 hour rides with an average of 45 minutes the other days.  The week immediately before the tour is a back-off week, allowing the body to recover prior to being hammered for a couple of weeks straight.

So far, this has been my go-to 90 minute training ride … it includes a pretty modest climb, and one fun downhill.

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(You might notice that this route does not constitute a complete circuit — blame that on my tendency to stop off at a frozen yogurt place right around the location of the big black dot.)

I’ll provide more detail and updates on training as I go through it.