Riding local, riding abroad. Doesn't matter. "One less car" bike commuting and "Bikes Belong" advocacy, plus "I ride solo" bicycle travel. Racing is fun, but there are so many equally great reasons to ride.
Saturday, November 30, 2019
Friday, November 29, 2019
Thursday, November 28, 2019
$6.25 in the arrivals hall
The food on my 14 hour flight from SFO wasn't too great. Here, in the bubble of a major gateway airport it could be France except everyone's talking in Cantonese.
Wednesday, November 27, 2019
Sunday, November 17, 2019
Saturday, November 16, 2019
Monday, November 11, 2019
What’s not to like?
2nd week November, dry, filtered sun and listening to Langdon Cook's Upstream, an audio book on salmon as I drive the muddy potholes and reacquaint myself with this part of the state.
Sunday, November 10, 2019
What an organic garden looks like in fall
Today was overcast but warm. A day to do long postponed fall yard work in my deliberately untidy garden. I've left the stalks and seed heads for the appreciative songbirds. Now it's time to prune down the top branches of the lilac that screens my back bedroom, dump out some big pots to find the last potatoes, rake sodden leaves and stuff them into both my compost bins, cut down the squidgy frost damaged rhubarb stalks from amongst the healthy sprouting artichokes, and chop out the last usable stalks for the year. Tonight baked rhubarb Is on the menu.
My favorite neighborhood tree
A rescue, according to the older couple who'd lived here several years ago. Never pruned, it's shapely and a keeper. I love it in fall.
Friday, November 8, 2019
Debriefing a Monroe 30 years on
Old Owens road is dangerous on a sunny Friday afternoon in November. Big powerful trucks and SUVs passing too fast. Everyone is "trying" but it's easy to tell who's a cyclist as well as a driver. The road is narrow with untrustworthy excuses for shoulders. The descent on Reinig Road into Sultan is sweet riding dessert. Crossing to the south of the Skykomish, after the pathetic excuse for a sidewalk on the bridge into Sultan, is a throwback to what rural riding in Snohomish County once was. Is it worth it? Yes. Even with the 4 bonus miles on dangerous, shoulderless woods creek road when I missed the shabby excuse for a "street" in Monroe. Thank goodness I'm an experienced roadie. Thank goodness I can tolerate the crazy trafficked to get the the sweet stuff. Timing is all. Maybe next summer, a Sunday and early. Then it's the rural ride in the Mountaineers book of 30 years ago.
Crossing the Skykomish, ride midpoint
Across crazy trafficked Hwy 2 and back to Monroe on barely trafficked Ben Howard Road. This is what Snohomish County used to be like.
Wednesday, November 6, 2019
After work ride to capture the sun
It's getting harder to keep focused, overcome inertia, get in the car, get kitted out, and ride through fatigue and a few aches. But with 18 miles done and dusted I definitely feel better.
Saturday, November 2, 2019
Friday, November 1, 2019
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