Here's May. In May i rode 503 miles. I rode 26 of the 31 days (81%).
31 May 2011
roads ridden in May
In April i posted a map of all of my rides for the whole month.
Here's May. In May i rode 503 miles. I rode 26 of the 31 days (81%).
Here's May. In May i rode 503 miles. I rode 26 of the 31 days (81%).
Kitsap weekend
Needing to sleep outdoors, wanting some miles, looking for a holiday weekend activity, i accepted Nadine's invitation (after several years) to camp at Manchester State Park.
I put the tent and sleeping bag on my back, filled my trunk bag with food and pedaled down to West Seattle. Johnathon rode with me. We went over the hill instead of around Alki because i was running short of time.
At the ferry terminal i met four folks on really pretty bikes. I only remember two names, Stuart & Annie. They were heading for a ride on Vashon Island. I recommended Burma Road.
The ride up to Manchester was fast. I set up the tent, ate well, walked in the woods (never saw the water!) and slept very well. Late morning i packed up and as everyone got in their cars i hopped on the bike hoping that the Port Orchard ferry was running on this Sunday in the era of budget cuts. It was. That prevented an 8 mile detour on the freeway. I was happy. From the other end of the ferry it was an easy, hilly ride to my friend Gene's house for a Memorial Day picnic and Gene's beer can chicken.
I crashed on Gene's couch and in the morning decided, instead of riding the 5 miles to the Bremerton Ferry, i'd ride in the rain to Bainbridge Island. I got lost a little in Keyport (it's a peninsula and i couldn't get off). 29 miles later i caught my 4th ferry and was just 2 miles from home!
I put the tent and sleeping bag on my back, filled my trunk bag with food and pedaled down to West Seattle. Johnathon rode with me. We went over the hill instead of around Alki because i was running short of time.
At the ferry terminal i met four folks on really pretty bikes. I only remember two names, Stuart & Annie. They were heading for a ride on Vashon Island. I recommended Burma Road.
The ride up to Manchester was fast. I set up the tent, ate well, walked in the woods (never saw the water!) and slept very well. Late morning i packed up and as everyone got in their cars i hopped on the bike hoping that the Port Orchard ferry was running on this Sunday in the era of budget cuts. It was. That prevented an 8 mile detour on the freeway. I was happy. From the other end of the ferry it was an easy, hilly ride to my friend Gene's house for a Memorial Day picnic and Gene's beer can chicken.
I crashed on Gene's couch and in the morning decided, instead of riding the 5 miles to the Bremerton Ferry, i'd ride in the rain to Bainbridge Island. I got lost a little in Keyport (it's a peninsula and i couldn't get off). 29 miles later i caught my 4th ferry and was just 2 miles from home!
28 May 2011
Medowdale Park
Jeanette and i wanted to get some miles in and after batting around some ideas we decided that a ride to Edmonds might do the job. I had a route in mind but Jeanette was interested in another route, so we agreed that she would lead. It's always nice to follow along.
The Leader instructs.
We wandered around a bit by Shoreline Community College and found our way along the big hills to the forest north of Edmonds.
We're on route.
We stopped at a nice farmers market, grabbed a bit to eat and decided we were not quite ready to turn around so we went north along the shoreline from Edmonds. 'Along the shoreline' in a fjord basin like Puget Sound inevitably means lots of up and down!
Finally we found our selves in a nice park called Meadowdale. We spent a few minutes enjoying the view on the beach and found the gravel trail east out of park. We checked the sign, it said bikes were OK on the trail so we started riding. It was a very pleasant trail through the woods, and reasonably flat.
We were quite enjoying it and finding it pretty easy so we thought it was odd that all the walkers that we passed were congratulating us and treating us as if we were super heros. We commented on how odd it was, it hadn't been a hard ride at all.
Then we encountered the hill. It was about a 35% grade. Walking the bike up it was difficult. Very difficult. We had to rest a while at the top. Then we we worked our way across Lynnwood, mostly on residential streets but also on a few of the big scary multi-lane boulevards that Lynnwood is famous for, until we found the intermittent Interurban trail. That was almost a straight shot back down to Jeanette's house where her husband Richard brought us Indian food and we watched a movie before i took my routine lovely trip back home via Ravenna and Interlaken Parks. It was a good day. I rode 49.8 miles.
We wandered around a bit by Shoreline Community College and found our way along the big hills to the forest north of Edmonds.
We stopped at a nice farmers market, grabbed a bit to eat and decided we were not quite ready to turn around so we went north along the shoreline from Edmonds. 'Along the shoreline' in a fjord basin like Puget Sound inevitably means lots of up and down!
Finally we found our selves in a nice park called Meadowdale. We spent a few minutes enjoying the view on the beach and found the gravel trail east out of park. We checked the sign, it said bikes were OK on the trail so we started riding. It was a very pleasant trail through the woods, and reasonably flat.
We were quite enjoying it and finding it pretty easy so we thought it was odd that all the walkers that we passed were congratulating us and treating us as if we were super heros. We commented on how odd it was, it hadn't been a hard ride at all.
Then we encountered the hill. It was about a 35% grade. Walking the bike up it was difficult. Very difficult. We had to rest a while at the top. Then we we worked our way across Lynnwood, mostly on residential streets but also on a few of the big scary multi-lane boulevards that Lynnwood is famous for, until we found the intermittent Interurban trail. That was almost a straight shot back down to Jeanette's house where her husband Richard brought us Indian food and we watched a movie before i took my routine lovely trip back home via Ravenna and Interlaken Parks. It was a good day. I rode 49.8 miles.
23 May 2011
Blewett Pass - old and new
For a couple of weeks we had been talking about trying to ride Washington route 20, The North Cascades Highway, before it opened to cars for the summer.
I was interested in some climbing and i love the mountains, Nadine is signed up a charity ride with three mountain passes so she needed some training. The North Cascades is a stunningly gorgeous area in the big mountains. It's a bit of a challenge to keep track of the snow clearing operation on the highway and time it so you get out there when the road is clear of snow and rock (and snowplows!), but the gate hasn't opened yet. This year was more compelling than usual because, sadly, they plan to replace the nice smooth pavement with chipseal in the next few months. In the end we decided it was just too far: close to four hours in the car each way! But Nadine had the brilliant idea to try to ride BOTH Blewett Passes, new and old!
New Blewett Pass, actually Swauk Pass, but what everyone calls Blewett Pass, is a 2 lane highway (US highway 97), a busy north south connector east of the crest of the Cascade Mountains; i've cycled it several times. Old Blewett Pass is a lightly maintained, paved, but rarely used pass that the highway crossed decades ago. It's semi legendary in the cycling community and i had never been on it. Both are nice mountain passes, not nearly as far from Seattle. And they're not a high as the North Cascades -- better on our legs early in the year.
They are considerably closer to Seattle, but it's still a bit of a drive up there, i was thankful to Nadine for driving. After a lunch in Cle Eleum we parked near the bottom of the pass and prepared for our ride.
The climb on the highway was not bad. The shoulders were wide and although the traffic was heavy, there was construction behind us with a flagger, so the cars and trucks came in waves, with quiet periods between. While the cars could be scary, we found the trucks to be very professional and courteous... except for one Washington Department of Transportation dump truck which decided that bicyclists on the shoulder was an opportunity to try to nick some elbows.
We took frequent short breaks at slow vehicle pull-outs. At our first rest, Linda showed off her water bottle shaped iPod speaker system.
It was dry at first and i started out in shorts, but about halfway up the rain started. When it cooled down i put bike tights on. The rain was not unpleasant except for the spray when a big RV passed us.
It's a short climb, only 6 miles, and we did it pretty quickly. Our new cyclist Karen proved to be a very strong climber (we weren't surprised!). I got a photo of her topping the pass.
Then followed the obligatory top of the pass photos:
The rain got considerably heavier on our long, five mile descent. The scenery was beautiful, and i do love the rain, but i have to say, this was a very challenging descent. The speed, the rain, the heavy car traffic, the spray from the cars, the debris on the road required extreme focus for 10 or 15 minutes. We were all a bit frazzled after that. And those without fenders had pretty good mud stripes up their backs!
Instead of riding the 18 miles down the mountain to Leavenworth, we turned on Scotty Creek Road, almost a U turn, and suddenly found ourselves in a beautiful river valley. The rain stopped pretty much right after we turned. An old beat up pickup with a camper on the back turned on to the road right in front of us. After 10 minutes it came back passed us as it returned the highway -- i guess they decided this wasn't the road for them. That was the last car we saw for the rest of the day!!
This old road would take us back to where we parked, but Dennis and Linda couldn't quite decide which way we should go! (Either way meant going up and over the mountain!) Climbing on this peaceful, pretty mountain road was glorious. I really enjoyed it.
The road was easily passable, but it was not well maintained. Descending this would have been quite a challenge, and i was a little worried about when we headed down the other side, but climbing it was fine. The rockfalls just added to the fun.
Partway up the mountain, Linda's saddle broke! The plastic in the seat cracked which meant the saddle wouldn't stay flat, so she was sliding off the side of it. Well, we make do with what we have, so i devised a fancy road fix for her. We had rocks. Lots of them. I stuck a rock between the seat rail and the plastic shell of the saddle. It took a few tries to find the ideal sized rock, but once we did, the fix worked! It held the rest of the day perfectly. I was excited.
The road cut sometimes went sharply through the side of the mountain. I was fascinated by this tree root searching, searching, searching for some soil, for some water.
And there were several places where rocks had long ago fallen. The hole left by the boulder that dropped out of this spot dwarfs Dennis!
About halfway up we came across a fairly major rockfall.
The climbing was very pleasant. Further up the mountain there was a tree across the road -- clearly cars had passed through, so it wasn't a problem, but it sure was fun to climb right through the tree!!
I dropped back a bit when i stopped to take my tights off -- the sun had come out and my UW surplus bike-cop shorts were all i needed. Looking up through the switchbacks i caught a glimpse of Linda and Karen pushing up towards the top of the pass.
Twice during the ride up we saw very large Elk in the woods, one of the we startled and then she startled us as she ran away. I'm pretty quick with the camera, it stays in my jersey pocket and i can grab a quick snap. Needless to say i wasn't quick enough for the Elk!
At the top of the valley we started seeing a few cabins, and what looked like a camp or resort. It's a beautiful spot.
Linda reaches the top of her second pass of the day!
The road down was clear and smooth, wide curves and no cars. A really fun descent. Nadine and i stopped at one of the bigger switchbacks to get a view of highway 97, where her car was, below.
A smooth, fast descent and we were back at the car and ready for the drive back home. It was a great ride, not very long, only 25 miles, and not very hard, i was much more tired two days earlier after riding the 8 person pedal powered truck 7 miles! Here are the maps:
I was interested in some climbing and i love the mountains, Nadine is signed up a charity ride with three mountain passes so she needed some training. The North Cascades is a stunningly gorgeous area in the big mountains. It's a bit of a challenge to keep track of the snow clearing operation on the highway and time it so you get out there when the road is clear of snow and rock (and snowplows!), but the gate hasn't opened yet. This year was more compelling than usual because, sadly, they plan to replace the nice smooth pavement with chipseal in the next few months. In the end we decided it was just too far: close to four hours in the car each way! But Nadine had the brilliant idea to try to ride BOTH Blewett Passes, new and old!
New Blewett Pass, actually Swauk Pass, but what everyone calls Blewett Pass, is a 2 lane highway (US highway 97), a busy north south connector east of the crest of the Cascade Mountains; i've cycled it several times. Old Blewett Pass is a lightly maintained, paved, but rarely used pass that the highway crossed decades ago. It's semi legendary in the cycling community and i had never been on it. Both are nice mountain passes, not nearly as far from Seattle. And they're not a high as the North Cascades -- better on our legs early in the year.
They are considerably closer to Seattle, but it's still a bit of a drive up there, i was thankful to Nadine for driving. After a lunch in Cle Eleum we parked near the bottom of the pass and prepared for our ride.
The climb on the highway was not bad. The shoulders were wide and although the traffic was heavy, there was construction behind us with a flagger, so the cars and trucks came in waves, with quiet periods between. While the cars could be scary, we found the trucks to be very professional and courteous... except for one Washington Department of Transportation dump truck which decided that bicyclists on the shoulder was an opportunity to try to nick some elbows.
We took frequent short breaks at slow vehicle pull-outs. At our first rest, Linda showed off her water bottle shaped iPod speaker system.
It was dry at first and i started out in shorts, but about halfway up the rain started. When it cooled down i put bike tights on. The rain was not unpleasant except for the spray when a big RV passed us.
It's a short climb, only 6 miles, and we did it pretty quickly. Our new cyclist Karen proved to be a very strong climber (we weren't surprised!). I got a photo of her topping the pass.
Then followed the obligatory top of the pass photos:
The rain got considerably heavier on our long, five mile descent. The scenery was beautiful, and i do love the rain, but i have to say, this was a very challenging descent. The speed, the rain, the heavy car traffic, the spray from the cars, the debris on the road required extreme focus for 10 or 15 minutes. We were all a bit frazzled after that. And those without fenders had pretty good mud stripes up their backs!
Instead of riding the 18 miles down the mountain to Leavenworth, we turned on Scotty Creek Road, almost a U turn, and suddenly found ourselves in a beautiful river valley. The rain stopped pretty much right after we turned. An old beat up pickup with a camper on the back turned on to the road right in front of us. After 10 minutes it came back passed us as it returned the highway -- i guess they decided this wasn't the road for them. That was the last car we saw for the rest of the day!!
This old road would take us back to where we parked, but Dennis and Linda couldn't quite decide which way we should go! (Either way meant going up and over the mountain!) Climbing on this peaceful, pretty mountain road was glorious. I really enjoyed it.
The road was easily passable, but it was not well maintained. Descending this would have been quite a challenge, and i was a little worried about when we headed down the other side, but climbing it was fine. The rockfalls just added to the fun.
Partway up the mountain, Linda's saddle broke! The plastic in the seat cracked which meant the saddle wouldn't stay flat, so she was sliding off the side of it. Well, we make do with what we have, so i devised a fancy road fix for her. We had rocks. Lots of them. I stuck a rock between the seat rail and the plastic shell of the saddle. It took a few tries to find the ideal sized rock, but once we did, the fix worked! It held the rest of the day perfectly. I was excited.
The road cut sometimes went sharply through the side of the mountain. I was fascinated by this tree root searching, searching, searching for some soil, for some water.
And there were several places where rocks had long ago fallen. The hole left by the boulder that dropped out of this spot dwarfs Dennis!
About halfway up we came across a fairly major rockfall.
The climbing was very pleasant. Further up the mountain there was a tree across the road -- clearly cars had passed through, so it wasn't a problem, but it sure was fun to climb right through the tree!!
I dropped back a bit when i stopped to take my tights off -- the sun had come out and my UW surplus bike-cop shorts were all i needed. Looking up through the switchbacks i caught a glimpse of Linda and Karen pushing up towards the top of the pass.
Twice during the ride up we saw very large Elk in the woods, one of the we startled and then she startled us as she ran away. I'm pretty quick with the camera, it stays in my jersey pocket and i can grab a quick snap. Needless to say i wasn't quick enough for the Elk!
At the top of the valley we started seeing a few cabins, and what looked like a camp or resort. It's a beautiful spot.
Linda reaches the top of her second pass of the day!
The road down was clear and smooth, wide curves and no cars. A really fun descent. Nadine and i stopped at one of the bigger switchbacks to get a view of highway 97, where her car was, below.
A smooth, fast descent and we were back at the car and ready for the drive back home. It was a great ride, not very long, only 25 miles, and not very hard, i was much more tired two days earlier after riding the 8 person pedal powered truck 7 miles! Here are the maps:
21 May 2011
BB PPPP & Colin's machine
At Bike Works a few weeks ago Ryan, a fellow volunteer, asked if anyone wanted to help pedal a weird & wonderful 8 person human powered Machine in a parade. How could i say no?! I finally got to ride the legendary Spirit of Muckle Flugga (future blog post there!) in a parade a few years ago -- i couldn't pass this up.
The Spirit of Muckle Flugga
This parade was the Beacon Bikes People Powered Park Parade. Iit was up on Beacon Hill and the Machine was not. So Friday afternoon, after a significant amount of logistical planning, my friend Aurilee and i bicycled to Beacon Hill, locked up our bikes at the light rail station, took light rail and the #48 bus to the Central District and met up with Ryan, Liz from Bike Works, and a cool group of folks in order to MOVE THE MACHINE. We needed to position it for tomorrow's parade. We only had to go 3 and half miles.
We climbed aboard and started figuring out The Machine.
photo by Aurilee Gamboa
This wonderful Machine was built by the amazing Haulin' Colin. It's built on the chassis of a Toyota pickup truck. It still has the wheels, breaks, drive shaft, universal joint, transmission, steering, even the speedometer. But the drive, the power, is the three upright and four recumbent cycling positions. The driver doesn't pedal, but she does shift for all of us. Getting into fourth was really nice.
From the start point we had to immediately head up a big hill and almost over the ridge before we could turn south towards Jackson St. When we started up the hill; i didn't think we could make it, it was HARD. But we did make it, and it was FUN!! Aurilee couldn't believe how much fun it was. We were all whooping with joy!
While we kept the speed around 3 or 4 mph much of the time, ocne we started down the hill on S Jackson St (a major arterial) we got going much faster!
photo by Aurilee Gamboa
Once we started up Beacon Hill we needed a little push.
Or two. John was just on his commute home from work when he found us heading up Beacon Hill. He pushed us for blocks!
Now i don't mean to sound negative, but if you had 9 people on bicycles, riding 4 or 5 miles per hour together, in a full lane, through rush hour traffic on a sunny Friday afternoon, i'm pretty sure drivers would go batshit crazy. They would hate us for just existing. We were certainly wondering what the reaction was going to be, especially because we were SLOW! It took an hour and a half to go 3.7 miles.
In fact we didn't get a single negative reaction. People waved and laughed and some just stared slack jawed in amazement. And hundreds of people took out their cameras and took photos!
Saturday morning was cloudy and cool -- no short sleeve shirts today as we pulled out to ride a block or two to Jefferson Park for the start of the parade. Now this seemed old hat, but i was still amazed at the way The Machine moved.
A couple of Seattle City council members were going to join us in the Parade. Here i am lobbying councilmember Tom Rasmussen for better bicycle transportation.
And we were off, with 2/7 of the city council pedaling. Councilmember Sally Clark is up front.
The parade wound through Beacon Hill neighborhoods, primarily following the route of the planned bike boulevard.
Behind us was a great neighborhood parade of parents and kids on bikes.
Arriving at Lewis Park!
The Machine, with Liz changing shoes.
photo by Aurilee Gamboa
After the speeches and the music we got to ride it BACK up the hill, which was equally fun. I had brought my own pedals and one came out of the crank arm on the way up the hill.
It was great fun!
This parade was the Beacon Bikes People Powered Park Parade. Iit was up on Beacon Hill and the Machine was not. So Friday afternoon, after a significant amount of logistical planning, my friend Aurilee and i bicycled to Beacon Hill, locked up our bikes at the light rail station, took light rail and the #48 bus to the Central District and met up with Ryan, Liz from Bike Works, and a cool group of folks in order to MOVE THE MACHINE. We needed to position it for tomorrow's parade. We only had to go 3 and half miles.
We climbed aboard and started figuring out The Machine.
This wonderful Machine was built by the amazing Haulin' Colin. It's built on the chassis of a Toyota pickup truck. It still has the wheels, breaks, drive shaft, universal joint, transmission, steering, even the speedometer. But the drive, the power, is the three upright and four recumbent cycling positions. The driver doesn't pedal, but she does shift for all of us. Getting into fourth was really nice.
From the start point we had to immediately head up a big hill and almost over the ridge before we could turn south towards Jackson St. When we started up the hill; i didn't think we could make it, it was HARD. But we did make it, and it was FUN!! Aurilee couldn't believe how much fun it was. We were all whooping with joy!
While we kept the speed around 3 or 4 mph much of the time, ocne we started down the hill on S Jackson St (a major arterial) we got going much faster!
Once we started up Beacon Hill we needed a little push.
Or two. John was just on his commute home from work when he found us heading up Beacon Hill. He pushed us for blocks!
Now i don't mean to sound negative, but if you had 9 people on bicycles, riding 4 or 5 miles per hour together, in a full lane, through rush hour traffic on a sunny Friday afternoon, i'm pretty sure drivers would go batshit crazy. They would hate us for just existing. We were certainly wondering what the reaction was going to be, especially because we were SLOW! It took an hour and a half to go 3.7 miles.
In fact we didn't get a single negative reaction. People waved and laughed and some just stared slack jawed in amazement. And hundreds of people took out their cameras and took photos!
Saturday morning was cloudy and cool -- no short sleeve shirts today as we pulled out to ride a block or two to Jefferson Park for the start of the parade. Now this seemed old hat, but i was still amazed at the way The Machine moved.
A couple of Seattle City council members were going to join us in the Parade. Here i am lobbying councilmember Tom Rasmussen for better bicycle transportation.
And we were off, with 2/7 of the city council pedaling. Councilmember Sally Clark is up front.
The parade wound through Beacon Hill neighborhoods, primarily following the route of the planned bike boulevard.
Behind us was a great neighborhood parade of parents and kids on bikes.
Arriving at Lewis Park!
The Machine, with Liz changing shoes.
After the speeches and the music we got to ride it BACK up the hill, which was equally fun. I had brought my own pedals and one came out of the crank arm on the way up the hill.
It was great fun!
19 May 2011
Making our own story
"Let's meet for coffee", Kent said.
I've just finished reading Anathem by Neal Stephenson for the second time, and i really enjoyed it. I found this quote, which resonated strongly with me.
So we met for coffee. And after sitting on the sidewalk and chatting, we both felt a ride was in order. Kent's suggestion was the Cedar River Trail (30 to 50 miles) -- quite a bit longer ride than i was expecting. I was dressed for hanging in the city, not a long ride, wearing mostly cotton. But i was game.
I was pleased that my bike, my clothes, my legs and my food stocks were able to be flexible enough to take on a ride like this with no notice. All performed perfectly.
We rode through the bike tunnel, down Lake Washington Boulevard past Seward Park to Renton where we found a wonderful Mexican restaurant where we eagerly fueled up.
The Cedar River trail alternates between peaceful riding through the forest and riding along side (but not on!) a major highway. We chatted about life, the Universe and everything as we pedaled along the trail, turned and climbed up Cedar Grove road where we took a brief, but lovely detour into a favorite secret park for a bit of trail riding. The Log Cabin Reach Natural Area is beautiful, gave us a fun taste of off road riding and we saw cougar tracks along the stream.
After mistaking a powerline marker ball for a para glider we cruised into Issaquah, finishing our conversation, and our ride right as the Sound Transit #554 bus rolled up, allowing me to make it to a database consultation in downtown Seattle with perfect timing.
It was a great ride, and a lovely day, a day where we made and lived our own, small stories.
I've just finished reading Anathem by Neal Stephenson for the second time, and i really enjoyed it. I found this quote, which resonated strongly with me.
-- Neal Stephenson, Anathem page 414
He did a new thing with a new set of people every day of his life. And that made him just as different from the people in the traffic jam as I was. ... Thousands of years ago, the work that people did had been broken down into jobs that were the same every day, in organizations where people were interchangeable parts. All of the story had been bled out of their lives.
That was how it had to be; it was how you got a productive economy. But it would be easy to see a will at work behind this: not exactly an evil will, but a selfish will. The people who'd made the system thus were jealous, not of money and not of power but of story. If their employees came home at day's end with interesting stories to tell, it meant that something had gone wrong: a blackout, a strike, a spree killing. The Powers That Be would not suffer others to be in stories of their own unless they were fake stories that had been made up to motivate them. People ... had to look somewhere outside of work for a feeling that they were part of a story, which I guessed was why [people] were so concerned with sports, and with religion. How else could you see yourself as part of an adventure? Something with a beginning, middle, and end in which you played a significant part? ...
[He] got all of this for free by living his stories from day to day, and the only drawback was that the world held his stories to be of small account. Perhaps that was why he felt such a compulsion to tell them, not just about his own exploits in the wilderness, but those of his mentors.
So we met for coffee. And after sitting on the sidewalk and chatting, we both felt a ride was in order. Kent's suggestion was the Cedar River Trail (30 to 50 miles) -- quite a bit longer ride than i was expecting. I was dressed for hanging in the city, not a long ride, wearing mostly cotton. But i was game.
I was pleased that my bike, my clothes, my legs and my food stocks were able to be flexible enough to take on a ride like this with no notice. All performed perfectly.
We rode through the bike tunnel, down Lake Washington Boulevard past Seward Park to Renton where we found a wonderful Mexican restaurant where we eagerly fueled up.
The Cedar River trail alternates between peaceful riding through the forest and riding along side (but not on!) a major highway. We chatted about life, the Universe and everything as we pedaled along the trail, turned and climbed up Cedar Grove road where we took a brief, but lovely detour into a favorite secret park for a bit of trail riding. The Log Cabin Reach Natural Area is beautiful, gave us a fun taste of off road riding and we saw cougar tracks along the stream.
After mistaking a powerline marker ball for a para glider we cruised into Issaquah, finishing our conversation, and our ride right as the Sound Transit #554 bus rolled up, allowing me to make it to a database consultation in downtown Seattle with perfect timing.
It was a great ride, and a lovely day, a day where we made and lived our own, small stories.
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