Crusty Cassette

My pictures and four small videos.
Doug's Photos

"Where's your blog? We're waiting." The voice on the phone was Sean's. You'd think he'd be too busy selling bikes to gas-gored grunts on a Monday morning after such a fine weekend. But no. He's got time to complain about the blog from the ride he was too tired to do. Gotta live vicariously don't cha Sean.

The truth is I was too burned out to give a damn about photos and blogs last night. Did take the time to preview the pics and video through my LCD tv. Nice way to watch your pictures. I like this camera more and more. But next time I'll turn off the time stamp.Kinda tacky.

It's 2:30 in the afternoon and I've ridden about 20 miles. We started at 9 from Heller Bar. I'm somewhere west and perhaps south of Heller Bar. We've crossed the Grande Ronde, climbed a little hill and dropped down into the Joseph Creek Drainage and have been climbing pretty much ever since.

I would have been more than happy to have turned around when the fellow on the 4-wheeler with the boy on back reported we still had another 7 or 8 miles to go before we reached the turn off for the Cache Creek Ranger Station. Doug blames Google for the mix up. He figured we had maybe a mile to go for a 46 mile round trip ride. Sounded doable when he called for the ride last week.

Now we knew we weren't going to get through. "So what's the plan?" I asked. "We ride until we can't go any further, have lunch and head back." Came Scott's answer.

I knew what that meant. I'd be riding to the top of some hill whether I wanted to or not. I had ridden 100 miles on Saturday on the hottest day of the spring but I was feeling good at Asotin when Scott, Bill Arnold, Scott, Jen, and I loaded our bikes and gear into Scott's pickup and Doug's pickup. 40 minutes of riding shotgun did stiffen me a bit, but I was ready to go and had good energy.

Sean had bailed out and Doug soon showed signs of fatigue from his Saturday ride. Bill took up the rear mostly but never quit on the way up and gave it all up on the way down.

From the start the ride had hints of becoming exciting. My camel back seemed to have developed a nasty leak. It was only half full and definately wet. I was about to put it on when someone stopped me. I had two and half bottles of Gatorade and Bill gave me two cans of Limeade. I figured I'd be alright so long as we didn't take all day. Shoot it was only going to be 23 miles to the top. We could do the return in an hour or less.

The Scott's hydration pack also showed signs of leaking. Apparently it wasn't serious. He kept his on. I was pleased not to be wearing the darn thing but at 2:30 standing in the road, I was wishing I had more water. Finally, Scott gave me an extra bottle of water which got me back to the trucks. Just another Adventure.

The Grande Ronde was high already but not flooded and not terribly full of flotsam. I had never been beyond the mouth and found the wide, gravel, road rather pleasant. For a week or so every spring the brown banks beneath basalt pillars turns green. Doug got that right. We were in high spring with rich green leaves on the cottonwoods and other trees along the creek side matched by an equally bright green on the slopes to our left. Flat pasture land appeared under a green blanket. A bit surreal actually. Just another Adventure.

Bill has a checkered past to hear him tell it. More adventures than a man of his years should really lay claim too if he's been behaving himself. One adventure included being allergic to bee stings which brought us to a full stop when he was stung. Fortunately his allergy is picky and decided it didn't mind that particular species at all. Just another Adventure.

Spent time in the forest service and kept telling us about rock arches, and switchbacks, and asking about places I've never heard of. Yet, not even Bill knew where the turn off to Cache Creek was.

The rocks in the road formed a crude arrow pointing slightly to the back of us and to the left. The four-wheeler had left us a sign. The route was gated and locked but Scott insisted, much to Doug's dismay, that we go up a ways--just to the corner to see what we could and have lunch. Doug, whose legs were telling him this day was over, looked longingly at the grassy space next to the creek and gave in. "Just 15 minutes," he said.

The road had turned hard granite but now the more grassy double track was strewn sharp chunks of basalt and the grade steepened from a steady 4 and 5% to 6 or more. Good as his word, Scott stopped us in a shady spot with a nice view for lunch but when the elevation was reported to be 3400 feet, neither he nor Bill could resist. "We can do 800ft." It was like too eager puppies.

My father used to take me hunting with the guys. We'd start at dawn, march around the hills, sit in frosty stands, and gather for lunch. This was like that. Someone, usually Dad, would start speculating what might be up around that bend. I didn't care and preferred to go home. I knew I was going to the top now, like it or not.

The double-track smoothed out a bit and began switching back until it opened out into a long steep climb. We got a great view off to our left of the valley we had just climbed up. The bank dropped off precariously from the side of the road which made me move to the inside track when I could. Jen decided the same but came afoul of rocks in the grazy center hump and went down bruising the palm of her left hand. That was enough for her. Strange because earlier I had had to tell her it was okay to take a break. She was definitely pushing the pace though I credit some of that to the fact the two of us were riding 29ers which seem as always to handle the bumps better at least on the ascent. Just another Adventure.

Doug did a bend or two fo the switch backs before he decided he'd also had enough. When the legs give out is the adventure really over? No.

Now I knew Scott liked pain. I knew he'd keep going as he said "unitl he couldn't ride anymore" but Bill? I held out hope that he, at least, would have sense enough to say "quit." Bill's a big guy though there's less of him today than yesterday. He was slow but steady and urged me to keep going. "You'll have to say you almost made it to the top," he coaxed. Just another Adventure.

Scott promptly discovered a mystery he just had to solve. "There's a water reservoir up there," he reported. Soott had been spotting distant visuals all day long which I, of course, could never see. He reported snakes in the road and turkeys in the brush I seldom saw and dark spots he thought were moving on mountains across the valley. Good eyes. Even better imagination. All I saw was a low flat something that didn't look like it grew.

"Its the ice cream stand," Bill argued. You see how these two double teamed me? Bill knew just which buttons to push to keep me going. Just another Adventure.

The ice cream stand turned out to be two horse trailers and a big four wheel pickup. I didn't get the grade on this last heroic climb but I saw plenty of 14% and some 15% after we left our wounded. We were finally at the top and could look out both before and behind us.

The route down to Cache Creek Ranger station looked long, steep, and green. This was never going to have been a one day trip. Scott thought he saw a patch of snow a ways down the slop. Bill and I waited for him to fill his water bottles and climb back upu. The ice was for Jen's hand. What a guy.

I let air out of my tires before stating back down. I wanted a softer, more controlled ride. Scott kept his at 80lbs and claimed I'd bend my rims. Bill stopped at each bend to make sure Scott was okay. I figured he'd just come flying off some corner. Bill didn't want to have to ride back up to perform a rescue. Just another Adventure.

Jen was nursing that hand when we got back to she and Scott who happily sitting by the side of the double track talking away and taking in the view. It was cool in the shade and comfortable at this elevation. Only a couple of hundred feet below back on the road exposure to the sun meant enervating heat. Aouple in a low slung little car asked directions. I didn't hear any banjos playing but I thought they were a bit off the main road. Just another Adventure.

I put a bit more air in my tires. 45 lbs. But it was too much. That granite sticking up in the road bed managed to jerk me around and shake me up. I don't see well and couldln't distinguish shadows from rocks and gravel. Bill, however, shot off down the hill waiting ocassionally. Jen tried to tell Doug his seat pouch was open but he didn't hear her. Suddenly Doug stopped. He'd discovered a green patch kit. And there was Bill walking his bike back toward us. And now SCott showed up his pockets full of detritus from Bill and Doug's packs.

"I've lost something really important," Bill confessed sheepisly. "My chain." It's 2:30 in the afternoon, the sun is hot, we look for shade as Doug and Scott and finally Jen head back up the trail looking for signs of the missing chain. I've no energy for going back up hill. Bill kind of makes a show of looking but I know he has no confidence the chain will be found or can be fixed if it is.

We wait. I grow thirsty and finish the last of my gatorade and then Scott shows up saying "Let's fix a chain." And there's Doug, bleeding a bit from his right knee. No mountain bike ride is complete until there is blood, right? Doug's adventure was merely a clipped in fall from standing--no big thrills to report. Just another Adventure.

Scott demonstrates what he's learned working at B&L for a couple of months. The chain goes on, the link is opened, the chain is closed. Oh, yeah. Doesn't the chain go through the front derailleur? A job worth doing is worth doing twice. One of these days I'm going to learn to use a chain toll too. Just another Adventure.

The rest of the ride is pretty uneventful. I'm pretty wiped back at the pickup. I drink a pop, and most of the water left in my camel back before starting the pepper bear Doug's offering. After that it is all just a blur. Something about stretches being better on the carpet and lots of flotsam in the water which is much higher than it was this morning.

We're all tired but I can hardly stand. The wind comes up and blows dust on us. Doug says "Corrie's still not sure about this mountain biking." Its been all day and I've got 35 miles and 4000 ft of climbing. Just another adventure.

And, Sean, all you had to do was wait a couple of hours. Wimp.

Whose idea was a 10:00 am start?

Of course, when the ride was scheduled 10 am meant temps in the low 40s if we were lucky. But when the forecast called for highs in the 90s valley cyclists became unruly.

I, myself, couldn't resist the urge to take off at 8 for 30 extra miles. I met a cyclist in Asotin who claimed I was on his route. I begged his pardon and he explained that he was my UPS driver. We'd chatted one afternoon as I cleaned my bike. Seems he was chasing a lady who was running up Anatone grade. Funny she hadn't joined the For the Hill of It crowd on the Lewiston Grade.

On my return 4 or 5 more cyclists with backpacks headed south. I saw two recumbents on the bike path before I got to Clarkston and back at the boat launch Ben Jain showed up with Jake. They'd started at 7 and ridden to Waha Lake and back. Apparently Jake's developing some racing chops. Ben said something about having placed 13th on the coast in some Cat race. Jake, if you read this, please give us the details.

Linda and Helen and Bill McPherson headed out early. Lee did too. Doug rode in to Pullman with Scott, Jen, and Sean. We just couldn't keep together today. So it was Debbie, Nicki, Bill Arnold, Dave T and myself who tackled the grade at 10 this morning.

My plan was to get an accurate mileage from the Rose Garden through Uniontown across Thorncreek Road and back on 95. Two kinks appeared in that plan. Ben Jain recommended leaving 95 to ride the old highway 95 into Genessee which turned out to be a good plan. Good road, low traffic just a little south wind in our faces. That was Dave and Bill and I. The others had returned back down 195.

The second little wrinkle was that I managed to lose 4 miles on the GPS somewhere from where I stopped to take pictures to the first big climb past the underpass. Looking down to see the percent of grade, I discovered I had turned off the GPS. Sad. Still MapMyRide reports that distance as about 51 miles. Adding around Genesee on the old road doesn't seem to extend the distance much.

All was well until the descent. Bill and Dave raced one another while I struggled to keep up. Bill had the never to say he never pedaled once all the way down. Yeah, right!

So it's nearly 4 and I'm short about 6 miles. What's a fellow to do? I headed out past Asotin and then back via Clemans and Critchfield. Where I turn off Critchfield onto 22nd to head home, I did something I've never done before. My heart monitor reported 160 or better. Even though I had only 2 tenths of a mile to get home, I thought better of it. I stopped and waited for my pulse to go down. It did, but no lower than 129.

The batteries are worn out on my Minolta. I've replaced them before, but I thought it was time to upgrade. Camera technology is a bit advanced over that 8 year old Minolta. I ended up with a Casio. Chris's advice was to buy a camera from Nikon, Cannon or some other known camera company. Instead I grabbed the Casio. It had good reviews on Amazon, a good price, and the easiest, most intuitive controls I could find. Like Chris says, I'm just putting it on auto and snapping pictures. Of course, Casio can't even build a decent watch but . .

Video was a feature I wanted to try out. I warned Chris he wouldn't be in the pictures 'cause he was always too far out front. He rode down to the top of the hill today to meet us so I grabbed this one pic while he was still visible.

But he doesn't show up in the video I took on the grade. Not much of a movie but the stars are good looking. (Hint: play it twice. The fist time will be jerky as it loads. And the icon in the lower right corner gives you full screen playback.) http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrier/2501090470/

Here are four pict on Flckr. For the ride of it.

If snow hadn't stopped Nicki and Debbie from riding the last Sage Bakery ride, I knew a little wind wasn't going to prevent them from doing the Kendrick ride.

Sorry about the miscued notices. I wanted to send out the invitations but they wouldn't go so I figured I'd remove them, then add them in again to get the invitations to go out. That meant you got to see both a cancellation and an invitation, perhaps two invitations. Sorry about the confusion.

Nicki and Mike brought the tandem which makes for a nice draft into the head winds we had today but otherwise they're sorta hard to keep up with except on the hills.

Chris showed up, rode with us to Kendrick, but disappeared into the wind somewhere between Kendrick and Arrow Bridge.

The winds pushed Nicki and Debbie out a bit beyond their comfort zones today, but both finished smiling.

My right knee has been tender since Wednesday. I've been good to it, that is until today. It hurt a bit the last 50 miles but didn't get to be an issue until the last 10 or so. I'll be watching it.

Note to Bill Arnold. Those dogs on 12 enroute to the Casino came out and gave chase today. We out ran them, though.

Don't forget to log your miles for May.

For the road of it.