Getting Things Done

A last minute ride today, I decided to push to the top of the Oak Ridge Trail once again. My motivation (besides the obvious fun ride down, and ok, the exercise)? To get those damn switchbacks done, and get them done cleanly.

With less snow to trudge through this time around, I made good time to the top. Getting used to hiking with my bike also sped up the journey. I met a hiker on the trail, and she thought I was crazy for 'riding' my bike up this trial. I assured her that there would be more time spent on foot than in the saddle. This is, after all, a steep bugger of a trail.

With every ride, I always try to go longer or push it harder than I did the last time on the trail. Or I try to learn or do something new or better each time. I've come to think of the Oak Ridge Trial as my training trail, so I definitely need to keep track of my progress. Today I went about a half mile longer, waiting to crest the top of Surveryor's, but sadly, never made it to the trail junction, although I must have been really close. Next time.

I also starting keeping score of the switchbacks. The first 6 went well, but the first really steep, loose, rocky one got me. 

I hate having to get off my bike on the trail, especially when coming down the hill. Which is why switchbacks can be frustrating. When it's exposed or in tight trees, even worse because it becomes a mind game. I gave it my all today though, and in the end, rode more of the tight turns than I did on my last jaunt on Oak Ridge. I was happy for that, and very happy that I didn't make only 7 of them. Next time I'll ride even more.

Date:  march 4, 2008

Riders: Val, Tucker, Lassie, and Stinky

Trail: Oak Ridge

Area: Surveyor's

Miles: 4

Highlights: Kickin some switchback ass.

What I Wouldn't Do for Some DH

There are a few things I wouldn't do for some downhill, but mostly, I would do just about anything.

Like push my bike more than a half mile through 2 feet of snow, then slog through the streams of mud running down the trail, switchback after switchback, up 1,500 feet of vertical gain, through rocky and dry west facing slopes, exposed and full of ticks. Only to find myself back in the trees, knee deep in snow, wondering if I should keep going all the way to Surveyor's Ridge. Just to see what the ridgetop trail would be like. 

Legs tired, sweat pouring off my head--once again, I was way overdressed--I ran through the snowdrift at the top of the clearing, plowing my bike through, knowing that with each pass, the snow would melt just a little faster where my tire had been. I noticed that someone, maybe a snowshoer from weeks past, had built a small snow man at the crest of the hill, complete with twig arms and even a little moss for hair. He had the misfortune of sunny days and mild weather slowly taking their toll on his decomposing body.  Soon, I feared, he would be nothing more than a tired heap of twigs and debris.

But despite the twinge of sadness I felt for Frosty, I looked forward to the day that Oak Ridge would be clear again, especially the days of perfect trail conditions, before the weather gets really hot and dry, turning the trail into a Dust Bowl.

Was it worth the push up the hill, through the mud and snow? Heck yes it was. 27 switchbacks of unadulterated bliss.

Date: February 29, 2008. Leap Year: extra day, extra DH.

Riders: Val, Tucker, Lassie, and Stinky.

Trail: Oak Ridge

Area: Surveyor's Ridge

Miles: 3.5

Highlights: Hike-a-bike, sun. Switchback Practice.

Perfection

Yesterday was just one of those days: perfect. Blue skies, gorgeous trail conditions, and all day to do whatever we wanted. Bliss, I tell ya. Bliss.

You would have thought it was a summer day: I was sweating in my long sleeves and closed-back knee pads, way overdressed. The sun shone as high over head as it had in months. We dropped in to Coyote Cliffs, across open, fields turning from winter brown to spring green, remniscent of what I would imagine Scotland might look like. Lassie felt right at home, I am sure, only minus the sheep. At the top of the open expanse, deer galloped away, spooked by our tires and voices. They were so graceful, running--prancing almost--and I felt for a second slightly ashamed to be plodding so clumsily across the same slopes on my man-made wheels with big, knobby tires.

But when the trail began to get rocky, twisty, turny, it would be grace that would make the bike behave. Balance that would get it around the corner, and speed that would glide the tires up and over the rocks. Flying through all of the obstacles, around corners, squeezing through tight trees in places, and flowing with the motion of the tires, I felt time slow down--for a second--while I reveled in the the sheer joy of feeling and responding to the bike beneath my body.

Ahh, Spring. And the beginning of ride season: epic rides, hike-a-bikes, and going fast, really fast. Working on skills and always learning something new on every ride. Camping and Canada, and long, long days. I could barely contain myself.

At the bottom of Coyote Cliffs, we heaved ourselves back up the front side of the Syncline, past the waterfall on Little Maui, and over to Little Moab. Riding through patches of purple wild crocus, a grin engulfed my face, and I wanted to jump off my bike and roll around on the ground, absorbing all of their spring wonderfulness. It was perfect, really. Just perfect.

Bart and I decided to ride Little Moab, while Ryan and Pierce, plus three dogs, rode over to Loose Lucy. Same grin on my face as we flew down the trail, with grace and control, savoring the flow.

I welcome you Spring, with open arms and a big grin.

Date: 2/23/08
Riders: Ryan, Bart, Pierce, Val, Tucker, Lassie, and Stinky
Trails: Coyote Cliffs, Little Maui, Loose Lucy, Little Moab
Area: Syncline, SW Washington
Highlights: Sun and flowers. Feeling the burn in lungs and legs.

Getting Back on the Horse

Depending on the year, January in the Gorge can be wintry and dreary, or if we are extremely lucky, we might be blessed with a January Thaw.

This year we've had both. Last week brought rain, snow, and then 4 glorious days of SUN. I took this opportunity to roll my bike out of the garage, dust it off, and get my arse back on that horse.

Which is never very easy after a two month hiatus. Forgotten muscles, that you thought cross-country skiing would nicely maintain, resurface and scream at you by the fifth minute of pedalling; forgotten technique and skill stowed away in the depths of your brain, forcing you to rely on muscle memory to do the job. And the heaving and huffing up the hill, gasping for air, the lungs too a giant biking muscle you thought was being properly worked cross-country skiing. Ah, but no: nothing works those biking muscles the way riding a bike does. Period. The first ride after a little vay-kay is, in a word, PAINFUL.

But so worthwhile. With temperatures in the 30's, and bluebird, sunny skies, and only a handful of people, the south-facing Syncline was at its best.

Two weekdays in a row, I pedalled up the double-track (ah, the joys of being self-employed, hee!) and descended what I like to call, our Area Classic (ok, that's a climbing term but it is appropriate for trails), Little Moab. Trail Conditions were perfect, just tacky enough to keep your tires where they should be, but not slimy enough to cause slide-outs. The long rocky sections (think Moab here, but miniature, and not sandstone... hence the name. A nice, but failed attempt at honoring the Utah mecca) were gorgeously dry and friendly, and totally droppable.

Yes, Yes. It made me yearn for summer, this little teaser of a week. Now we are chilled to the bone with highs in the upper teens. Sigh. Maybe next week?

Riders: Val, Tucker, and Lassie
Area: The Syncline, Bingen, Washington
Trails: Double-Track, Little Moab, Little Maui
Miles: A few. Who knows? I've never thought to keep track on that trail.
Highlights: Feeling the difference in biking fitness on ride #2. Grinning from ear-to-ear, putting the suspension to work on Little Moab's finest little drops.