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Journey to the East: 22 July 2012

Monday, July 23rd, 2012


Lake Erie

Here’s a dragonfly
               (T OTA L LY)
Where it was,
          that place no longer exists.
-Philip Whalen

This summer I hear the drumming
This was the third long day in a row, driven primarily by the spacing of the campgrounds. Today was much improved though, with the addition of a decent tailwind most of the day. The route gave up all pretense of staying rural as it reached Lake Erie and went through increasingly larger towns. Plenty of traffic too. I really enjoyed this section of the ride though with its views of the lake though the trees; kind of like riding along on the ocean back home. It all culminated in the city of Cleveland which is of course a good sized city. The route was quite through the city, first going through neighborhoods, then a nice park with trail and finally over a bridge into the downtown core. From there it dropped fit to the waterfront by the Indians Stadium and then the Rock-n-Roll Hall of Fame. Staying on the waterfront most of the rest of this now hot day the towns began to decrease in size. Finally I made it to the quite small (but still part of a larger region) town of Perry where I left the route and rode to its park right on the Great Lake. Here they have a little campground that once again seems to be mostly seasonal RV-ers. However they are fully up on bicycle tourists and allow them them to stay for free. Nearby to me was a group celebrating a birthday and after plying me with questions w/r/t the tour gave me cake and ice cream. Nice and definitely needed on a day, the first ever on tour, that I rode more than a 100 miles.

grey drizzly morning
and just like that,
pining for autumn

An epic journey through Snoqualmie Pass – part 2

Wednesday, August 29th, 2007

If you haven’t read Part One of this trip report. that link will take you there. Or scroll down! Anyway one with the story, which finds me at Rattlesnake Lake State Park 20 miles from the Snoqualmie Tunnel but resolved to go on.

I lingered just long enough to drink some Gatorade, eat a granola bar and grab a map. The map indicated 20 miles to the Tunnel, then of course the 2 miles through it. So 44 miles round trip from here and it was already after four in the afternoon. I knew I was pushing it and that if I did this I’d be riding back in the dark, If I made good time I could be back here before 8 pm, which would be pretty deep twilight, especially with the heavy cloud cover. I nearly abandoned at this point, but this was as far as I had made it earlier this summer and I had to complete this trip. Riding through the Snoqualamie tunnel is one of those things that every PNW cyclist needs to do once, like the STP and riding the San Juan Islands. I also knew the odds were low that I’d make it back here this summer, so I pressed on. As I was heading out a group of cyclists came down the Iron Horse trail on their way to the Snoqualmie trail. This is interesting as the other times I’ve been here I saw few or no other cyclists. On the first half of this trail I would see a many of them, all returning to Rattlesnake Lake. At one point I passed a group of around eight off road unicyclists! I have to admit that made me grin and feel a lot better about the effort I was expending.

One of the many trestles on the IHT

I really was expending a huge amount of effort at this point. The trails
packed dirt and gravel was murder on my hands, I was tired and I wasn’t
really packing enough water at this point. There is no potable water on
this trail and while it crosses several streams I had no purification
on hand. I had a bottle and a quarter of water and I’d say that’s about
half of what I’d typically go through on a forty-four mile route. So I
was conserving water even as I was eating trail dust. There was tiny
cracks of sun filtering through the heavy clouds but as I climbed it
became increasingly foggy and cloudy. I was chasing daylight this whole
time, but I was struggling to get my speeds over 10mph. The rough
surface just dragged me down and while its 3-5 % grades are almost not
noticeable you are climbing for 20 miles. I began looking at my
odometer constantly, marking off each mile as I slowly rattled myself
into complete weariness. At about 10 miles to go it began to mist, then
rain. I stopped in the trees and pulled on my rain jacket (good thing
I’d packed that, though alas not the pants) and resolved to plod on. At
this point I was pushing it, I was cold and wet and I knew the tunnel
would be even colder. Then there was going to be a fifty plus mile ride
back after I had finished this. But I had to do it, I had to finish
this ride.

The rain came and went and finally I man’d my way the last few miles and made it to the tunnel entrance. It was raining good and hard now as can be seen by that picture. I had been slow coming up and was really pushing the clock so I hurried on. I turned on my E6 and headed into the tunnel which rapidly became absolute darkness. Not to far in I thought I saw a light ahead but it shortly disappeared so I had it pegged as a reflection. Riding in such darkness is pretty strange, it is hard to keep a straight line with no other reference points but your patch of light ahead. My Schmidt Dyno-hub/E6 performed really well in this situation and I was glad I had such a light. The tunnel was bone chillingly cold and with my wet clothes this was an issue. I rode as fast as I could trying to warm up but I was chilled through. Occasionally drops of ice cold water would fall on me shocking me with the intense cold. Less then half way I estimate I passed two people on foot with their dog that were the source of the light I had seen earlier. They had turned it off as they saw me as I provided enough light for them to see by. I kept riding with a mumbled greeting and soon the darkness swallowed them up. The tunnel just went on and on, cold, wet and luckily flat and decently surfaced (though still gravel). Eventually I saw the light at the end of the tunnel and came to the end. This was fairly abrupt as I think there must be a bit of a bend in this direction. I parked my bicycle at the end and stayed just long enough to take pictures and venture a bit out the other end. It was 7pm and I knew I wouldn’t even make it back to Rattlesnake Lake before nightfall.

The IHT contines on for another 80 miles to the east

One odd thing before I leave the eastern end of the tunnel, was there was a collection of stuffed animals, a backpack and typed up poems hung from the wall at the end. I have no idea what that was all about, but I didn’t spend
much time wondering before I turned around and headed back in. The
light again faded quickly and I was alone in the dark with only the
light generated by my own activity. I pushed my pace now and buoyed by
success I made it through in good time. Long before I came to the end I
saw a faint dot which slowly expanded as I got ever near it. This was
the cliché of the Light at the End of the Tunnel, and it was pretty cool. I’d say it was about half the distance that I could see it as a speck at first
that then became the huge entrance. I passed that couple and their dog
heading back and right at the entrance two young people on bicycles
just getting ready to go in. I assume they were parked on the east as
it was serious gloaming now and I was seriously pushing it myself.

Push myself I did and I had to. It was still raining and I had 20 miles to
the end of this trail and then from there about 35 miles back home. And
I was seriously chasing daylight, up here in the mountains the sun was
gone and the thick layer of clouds and fog were not preserving the
twilight. I rode fast toward lighter skies and now the slight gradient
was in my favor. But I had to mind rocks, potholes, loose gravel and
big puddles of water. It was a stressful, manic ride but now my ride
was getting shorter with each pedal stroke. The water situation was
dire but here I think the rain help. I drank about a 1/3 of a bottle of
water on the entire ride to a store, about 25 miles. Slowly I began to
lose all light, at first when I’d be in the trees but then also in the
open areas. I could no longer read my computer and was judging distance
and time on the few landmarks I recognized. Oh yes those porta-johns
were at about 5 miles in. Eventually it ended in pitch black at a gate
above a road. I had turned onto a slightly different entrance at
Rattlesnake Lake then the one I was used to but it was just a ways up a
road from the lake. I road down and it was such a relief to be off
gravel trails. The Iron Horse trail doesn’t have any call for
suspension but that many miles is murder on ones wrists. You have to
hold the handlebars more firmly then you would on the road or they
rattle around in your hands. And that leads to wrist fatigue and
numbness. I was definitely feeling it but it felt better to be on the

I was so happy to be on the road that when I saw a sign
for North Bend at the point where I’d turn on the Upper Snoqualmie
Valley Trail I decided to risk the unfamiliar road then get back onto
gravel trails. This road soon started to descend and threw in some big
curves as well. There wasn’t a lot of traffic but enough to keep me on
my toes. My lighting performed admirably this whole ride and I really
can’t recommend the Schmidt/E6 combo highly enough. But here and in a
latter fast descent is where I wish I had a secondary light. That is
definitely going on the “to-buy” short list. Anyway I rode down this
twisty decent till I came to the I-90 and crossing it found myself, as
I had hoped, at that intersection not far from where I had entered the
Snoqualmie Valley trail so many hours ago. From there it was a couple
of miles to North Bend and I stopped at a QVC for much needed water and
food. Rarely have I been so happy to come into a town.

DoubleshotI loaded up with water and in need of real food I got some bread and cheese which I proceeded to eat in the QVC’s Starbucks cafe. Needing calories I also ate some gas station donuts – Hostess raspberry filled donuts. While I have moved on from such crappy food in general, I do have a fond place in my heart for these. My dad used to only get these at the start of long road or fishing trips when we’d get up at literally the crack of dawn. I almost never eat these now but occasionally, and usually on road trips, they become necessary. And they were essential now. I really can’t recall the last time I’d had these, but they turned out to be pretty flavorless, and I did have to eat the whole box. Luckily I had a lot more miles to go 🙂  I was pretty short on energy at this point, I had ridden 92 miles now of which more then 50 were on gravel trails and had climb the height of Snoqualmie Pass. I recalled a post from Kent Peterson extolling the virtues of the Starbucks “Double Shot” energy drink when in need of a serious pick me up. I was in need so I downed one of those and while I like my coffee black and hot I found this amazingly satisfying. Soon afterwords I refilled my water bottles, deposited my remaining food in my pannier, made sure all my blinkers were on and visible and headed out.

It was almost 10pm when I left North Bend and I was heading back to Kirkland taking the fastest most direct route I knew. This though was all on
roads, mostly with good shoulders, but also a decent amount of traffic.
The first part was especially worrying, the descent from Snoqualmie
down to Fall City. Just past the Salish lodge at the Falls, the
Snoqualamie-Fall City road drops a lot of feel in a series of
switchbacks. The first and only time I rode this (which was on that
trip earlier this summer to Rattlesnake lake) the road had been grooved
for repaving and considering the speed and traffic was terribly
dangerous. So add in night and exhaustion and you can see why I was a
bit concerned. As I passed the Salish lodge it was pretty packed with
cars and the unmistakable sounds of techno leaking out. This also was a
bit worrying as Saturday night drunks were not something I wanted to
encounter. Nothing to do though so I pressed on. A couple of cars
passed me just as I began the descent and that was going to be the
trend – a few cars now and again with some breaks between. Luckily the
road had been resurfaced so that fear was gone. So another fast descent
down twisted roads with cars coming both directions in unpredictable
rates. Only one problem when a Saab had to actually wait for a couple
of cars on the other side to go by before they passed me, flying the
finger as they finally went by. Otherwise not a bad descent and I
managed to keep up a good pace on the flat and gentle hills of the rest
of the route to Fall City. At one point during this part of the ride I was chased by a pair of dogs. I tried Wille Weir’s technique of making yourself look big and barking back at the dogs, in order to establish yourself as alpha dog. It didn’t seem to work so I just poured it on and left them behind. I’m not a fan of dogs, no cyclist is really, but I was glad to see they didn’t get hit by any car before they gave up the chase.

The Fall City-Redmond Road is a road I often find myself on at the end of a tiring day of riding. This was the latest I’d ridden it but it is a pretty familiar road to me. It has fast traffic and a steady stream of but it has a wide shoulder for most of it (there are these short bits where barriers almost force you into the traffic) but it is a straight shot into Redmond. At night there was less traffic but always some and always it seems at the worst time. How is it that you can go miles on a road with no traffic and then the first time you say a car in ages there is another one going the other direction at just the right time so the car passing you can move over? That seems to happen far beyond statistically probably amounts. Again my lights served me well and it really was just a head down keep on pushing. The end of this road as it comes into Redmond is a frightening combination of road work and a couple of climbs followed by more road work and a fast descent in heavy traffic. The road edge comes and goes and traffic cones and barricades block your path at inopportune moments. But I survived all of this and made it into Redmond in good time. A bank mounted clock informed me that it was 11:30 which was much earlier then I had figured I’d be there. I figured there was a good chance that it was denying Daylight Savings time but I just couldn’t be sure without stopping and checking my phone. I wanted to get home so I figured I’d find out when I get there.

I was now on the final leg, Redmond to Kirkland. The downside was that I had to ride up the Sammamish Valley walls, there is no route that fully avoids that. I was at about 115 miles now, the furthest I’ve ever ridden in a single day. I made my way through town and negotiated the streets to Old Redmond Way. This begins with a steep curving climb, which then settles into a  steady climb. These road climbs, then flattens for a light and repeats
this pattern for three lights total. Over a mile of near constant
climbing and then I’m over and heading downhill all the way to my place
in Kirkland. As I pull in my Odo hits 120.6 miles and I find that it is
12:15 in the morning. 14 hours I was out riding around 11 of those
hours on the bicycle.  Not a fast pace and even below my other
centuries a factor which I think those gravel roads and that continuous
climb to the 2600 feet of the pass. My Atlantis performed amazingly in
the rain, mud, gravel, fast descents and steady climbs. A long day of
riding but satisfying.

Read Part One of this trip report and check out my Flickr gallery from this ride and my gallery of this route on my cycling site.

An epic journey through Snoqualmie Pass – part 1

Tuesday, August 28th, 2007

My Atlantis as I set outOn Saturday I did the ride that I meant to do a couple of weeks ago when I discovered that cracked rim.  This was a ride to Issaquah, taking the trails up to Snoqualmie and then to Rattlesnake Lake and finally ride the Iron Horse trail through the tunnel that goes through Snoqualmie Pass.  This is one of my favorite rides and one that I worked out for myself a couple of years back. It involves four different trails, mixed terrain a lot of gradual climbing and spectacular scenery.  However before this day I had never put all the parts completely together and had never ridden through the tunnel. I had done the ride up to Rattlesnake Lake earlier this summer, but on that ride it was quite late when I reached the lake and I would have gotten back quite late. Of course as it turns out that is what happened this time as well…

As I reported earlier my chain broke the day before this ride so the day began with a ride down to the Kirkland branch of Montlake Bicycle Shop on my Safari. I picked up a new chain and some spare powerlinks and returned home to put these on. As I’ve reported before I’m rather adverse to the early start but for some reason I’ve been waking up early on Saturdays. Must be the excitement of not working. Anyway I had gotten up made breakfast did some web surfing, listened to some NPR and replaced my chain before heading out at 10 am. Still late by most cyclists standards, but leaving home before noon is early for me. It was fully overcast and somewhat cool with a chance of showers predicted so I put on wool socks and packed my rain jacket as I set out. This turned out to be a fortuitous choice.

Lake WA Loop signI knew from my earlier ride to Rattlesnake Lake that it would have been over 70 miles to the end of the tunnel (less for the return trip, hooray for loop rides) so I took what I knew was the shortest route there. Pretty much I took the Lake Washington Loop to the I-90 trail, to Issaquah.  This route is pretty suburban, especially the I-90 trail. You have to go through Bellevue on the Loop and then there is a nice section through a wooded area and at the I-90 bridge you turn onto the I-90 trail. This goes through Factoria, which is pretty much suburban hell.  The trail pretty much isn’t a trail through most of Factoria and you ride on the bike lanes in the road and if you followed the signage, sidewalks. Otherwise you make your way through the car dealers, strip malls and parking lots. Eventually you get on a section of actual trail that runs  parallel to the I-90. When going to Issaquah I don’t stay on it long and at a pedestrian overpass I cross over to Newport way. This is a nice downhill from this point which goes past the Zoo Hill climb turnoff, right into Issaquah. It’s about 17 miles total to Front Street about 4-5 miles less then the other route I take (Kirkland->Redmond->East Lake Sammamish Pkwy->Issaquah). It was during my time on the I-90 trail that I discovered that I hadn’t returned my SD card to my digital camera rendering it an expensive paperweight for this trip. Also I saw that I hadn’t recharged the iPhone for a number of days and it was only about half charged. There was not going to be much documentation of this trip. So some of these pictures are from my cameraphone but most of the ones of the trails are from that earlier trip.

A Pomme LambicIt was almost noon now and due to the early breakfast and riding I was ready for lunch. So back to my old friend, the Issaquah Brewhouse. This time I was early enough that there was no crowd. I got an Imperial Porter and ordered Fish Tacos right off.  I followed this up with a Lindemans Pomme Lambic for desert 🙂 Still I ended up spending way too much time here. Service was slow and while I enjoyed the food and beer very much I spent too long here. Especially as I then wandered around Issaquah looking for a place to buy an SD card. I didn’t succeed as I didn’t want to backtrack to the shopping malls. I figured I’d be able to find one in Snoqualmie, or North Bend or maybe the outlet mall up there. So after eating a strange ice cream cone that they squeezed out of a tube, I hit the road.

Wending through the Issaquah streets I made my way to the beginning of the Issaquah-HighpointStart of the Issaquah Highpoint trail trail. This trail starts at an I-90 freeway ramp that they basically have separated the shoulder from the street. It then turns into a very nice pedestrian overpass and a nice trailhead on the northern side. Then the trail proper begins, which is a hard packed dirt and gravel trail that runs through the woods along I-90. As with all of these old railways these constantly climb at a gentle rate. Not sure if I was just tired or what at this point but I found I was not making very good time on this trail. This was to repeat itself on all the trails I would ride this day. This trail runs by a stream and through the woods its short length (about 4 miles) and then ends at a little parking area just off a freeway ramp. From here you ride for another four miles or so on frontage roads until you reach the Preston-Snoqualamie trail. This frontage road opens with a short steep climb and then is rolling hills through some nice countryside, it curves away from I-90 so the freeway isn’t so dominating.

A typical scene on the Preston-Snoqualmie TrailThe Preston-Snoqualmie trail is maybe my all time favorite trail. It is paved, it runs through woods away from the highway and is pretty lightly traveled. It has two distinct sections with a little bit on the shoulder of a road then a single-tracked switchback climb then another paved section through deep woods. The trail ends abruptly near a scenic overlook of Snoqualmie Falls. If one skits around the fence that blocks the end of the trail there is a path that continues for a ways then ends at an old train trestle over a serious gorge. The trestle seems very strong, and stable and I’ve walked a bit of a ways out on it. I’m not a big fan of heights but it did seem like you could walk all the way across it. If only they would continue the trail it would go right to Snoqualmie and would really improve the trip up the pass. As it is one has several options from this point. You can go back on the trail to the last road crossing and head down to Fall City. From their you can get on the Snoqualmie Valley trail up to Snoqualmie or take the Snoqualmie-Fall City road. Either way its quite a bit out of the way. The other option, which I did on this trip (and the previous for that matter) is to take a little hike up to Snoqualmie Ridge.

A trail up to Snoqualmie RidgeSnoqualmie Ridge is this rather horrific housing community built up on a ridge outside of the (much more working class and quaint) city of Snoqualmie. It is centered around a golf course (don’t get me started) and the houses are all of that cookie cutter, same floorplan, different color, exact same sculpted lawn, housing association disaster. Kamazotz was supposed to be a warning not a model! Anyway on the far side of this monstrosity is a small park and a wood area. This is above the Preston-Snoqualmie trail and a number of trails run down through the woods connect the park to the regional trail. These trails are loosely packed dirt and beauty bark and seem to always be wet, heavy and pretty much a steep climb the whole way. So I tend to push my bicycle the bulk of the way which as it’s only a bit over a mile is perfectly fine. Still tough though, it’s amazing how much easier it iWhitaker Parks to ride scores of miles, but pushing you bicycle uphill for a mile is a real corker. The path ends at Whitaker park which is open to Kamazotz on one side but an power line route to the north opens an amazing vista into Snoqualmie Valley. A real stunning view and after that hill a nice place for a break.

After a short time I head out riding through the identical houses of Snoqualmie Ridge, that flank yet another stiff climb. Today it was packed with cars and it turned out that there was some sort of golf tournament going on and as I rode through the development I was flanked by tourists, SUVs and golfers. Horrific. I got out as soon as I could and enjoyed the mile long or so descent into the city of Snoqualmie. Again I tried to find some SD cards and again I failed. Yet more time was lost. Snoqualmie is a cute little town with a train museum and touristy shops but it still contains a lot of its working class flavor. I did see the Snoqualmie Brewing Taproom which I sense will be an upcoming destination…

Between Snoqualmie and the equally quaint town of North Bend is some road riding. You can of course find your way to theThe Mar T Upper Snoqualmie Valley Trail (head toward the falls and turn onto Tokul road) but I find the road route to be quicker, easier and a bit of a break from the trails. Plus I like to ride through Snoqualmie and North Bend. North Bend is where Twin Peaks was filmed and you ride right past the diner that was used for the exterior shots of the Mar T. You ride right through downtown North Bend taking a left at the light kittycorner from the Mar T. The road continues till it eventually intersects with the I-90. However after a bit a paved bicycle path appears on the right and if you follow that it turns onto a much less traveled suburban road. Following this route you end up at the same point as the road you were previously on but with a lot less travel. At the road where turning right takes you to the I-90 you go left and you’ll come right to an entrance of the Upper Snoqualmie Valley trail. It also turns out you can go right cross the freeway and with some stiff clinbing end up at the same place. Better route for the return trip, so it was the trail to me.

The SVTThe Snoqualmie Valley Trail is a gravel surfaced trail that begins in Monroe way at the western end of the valley and slowly climbs all the way up to Snoqualmie. Then you do a bit of road and can get on the Upper Snoqualmie Valley trail, which runs through North Bend and ends at the state park at Rattlesnake Lake completing the trails 29 miles. When I hopped on the trail it was about 4-5 miles to Rattlesnake Lake. Again I was making pretty slow progress, the gravel and slight incline working against me. Also what with the long delay in Issaquah and the hunt for the SD card in Snoqualmie and North Bend I was pushing it for time. Finally I arrived at Rattlesnake Lake at around 4pm. The Iron Horse State Park begins here with the John Wayne Memorial Trail. This park is basically a gravel path along the old Chicago-Milwaukee-St. Paul-Pacific Railroad route that stretches over a hundred miles all the way to the Columbia River. This parallels in part I-90 as it crosses Snoqualmie Pass. The Iron Horse Trail does that whole climb and then culminates in a two mile long tunnel through the mountain. Once through you have crossed the mountains and are in Eastern Washington.

Stay tuned for the exciting trip through the tunnel and back. Until then check out my Flickr gallery from this ride and my gallery of this route on my cycling site.

A Late Start for a Long Ride

Monday, June 11th, 2007

Atlants under a willow tree in BellevueI’ve been hankering for a long ride for some time now but for various reasons I haven’t been able to get out for a true all day ride. This weekend started off poor with a storm forecasted for Saturday. While never quite reaching storm levels the all day rain wasn’t tempting for an all day ride. Sunday was also supposed to be rainy but waking late to sun streaming in my window seemed to argue to the contrary. Figuring that it was just a sun break before the rain blew in I dawdled, making breakfast and checking email. As 1pm approached it looked like it was going to be a sunny, albeit windy day. The forecast for the day agreed with this assessment adding that there was a chance of rain in the evening. I had been reminded recently of the relatively easy route to Flaming Geyser State Park by this thread over at the Cascade Cycling forums so I hastily printed out the Route sheet and got myself together for the ride.

I did need to get some lunch but finding my local sandwich shop backed up with a huge line I rode on into Bellevue. Spotting a Subway by the Whole Foods I grabbed a sandwich and a juice and continued on looking for a spot to eat. Through the city portion of Bellevue and about mile or so before the I-90 bridge I pulled over in a park and ate lunch sitting in the very spot my Atlantis occupies in the photo to the left. Sated I head out into the ride. The day was very windy with it blowing almost directly against me at this point. As I knew I was riding south for a long ways that was a bit depressing but it was otherwise such a nice day I pressed on. The Lake Washington Loop which I was riding into Renton had more then it’s fair share of cyclists, something I’m always happy to see. So many nice days I’m just surprised how few of cyclists you see on the roads. Of course this is a canonical Puget Sound ride and as is more usual I wouldn’t see too many people when I got off signed routes and trails.

Riding through RentonIts about 19 miles from Kirkland to Renton and its a ride I’ve done many times before. Renton is always a challenge whether you are doing the Lake WA loop, heading out to the Cedar River trail or as in this case riding to the Interurban trail. I hadn’t done this trail before and didn’t really know my way through Renton to get to it. It was at this point that I checked my cue sheet only to discover that it started at the Green River Trail which was no easier to get to then to ride right to the Interurban. So I pulled out my Seattle Bicycle Map and figured out a route that would work. Of course I had no idea about traffic on these roads but I figured I’d play it by ear. It took some wandering, I probably added a mile or two in this fashion but I eventually made my way to this nice side road that had a bicycle lane on it. Looking over from there I spotted these pipes going under the I-405. These had bicycle tracks and I figured they must be a cut to the path. Luckily I was correct in this assumption and walking my bicycle through these two improvised tunnels brought me to what would turn out to be pretty near the start of the Interurban trail.

Path to the Interuban

The Interurban Trail is a 14 mile mostly straight, mostly flat trail that runs through light industrial sections of South Puget sound following an old electric rail right of way. It also was heading pretty much directly south which with it’s unobstructed right of way funneled the Southwesterly wind into a pretty stiff headwind with some serious gusts. Even though it was now late in the afternoon there was a decent amount of people using the trail. None of the congestion you’d see on the Burke-Gillman or Sammamish River Trails on a day like this but its nice to see these trails used.  The trail was relentlessly straight, only bending a bit here and there to accommodate river, rail or road crossings. Its a bit over 11 miles from Renton to Auburn on the trail and in the course of it you go through Tukwila and Kent passing the Greenacres Horse track and the Auburn airports.

The Interuban - Straight as an arrowThis wind that had been blowing across me this whole time was scudding clouds across the sky some of them of the rain variety. But so far there hadn’t been any rain. However it seemed that all these clouds were pooling up right over the park that was my destination. It was black and ominous to the east and as I hit the intersection with the trail and Main Street in Auburn I had some second thoughts. A few drops of rain at this point also bode poorly for riding into these rain heavy clouds. As I intimated above I haven’t been doing the long rides as much as normal and at this point I was at 31 miles and was feeling it a bit. 31 miles back with maybe some variations would be a nice metric century… I took a look at my route and doing some quick addition it seemed it was only a dozen miles to the Park. Well I couldn’t not do that. So into Auburn I went stopping at a gas station for some calories. Now one of the things people don’t talk much about is that cycling gives you a chance to eat some real crap food. And by crap I mean that sugary, salty, fatty foods that no self respecting person eats under normal conditions. Those cyclists who run on protein bars, gel packs and sports drinks are really missing out. I loaded up on peanuts, cookies and got some batteries for the camera (forgot spare rechargeables alas). A train passed by as I went through town, the Sounder which is a regional commuter train. They had a really nice station in Auburn something I hadn’t seen before. I could definitely see taking the train down sometime.

Auburn was a quaint little town that seemed to be a mix of small town America with a bit of a near a big city tourism. Some decent looking little shops and restaurants – all closed of course on a Sunday evening. I wasn’t going to be stopping anyway, fueled as I was by junk food an on a pretty tight schedule. The wind was Small town Americanow at my back and while I knew I’d face it again on the way back from the park it was a relief. The road went straight as a ruler through Auburn took a sharp right onto ‘R Street’ wound around a bit and then it was countryside. Flat roads through farmland and by big country homes. There was some sign of suburbia out here in the form of gated communities but mostly it was farms. The road really was quite flat with only a bump or two at river crossings.  I’m a big fan of country riding and love to get out of the city and onto roads like this. The should was good the whole way and there wasn’t much traffic. I imagine on a nicer day there would be more but today was perfect. The wind seemed to be pushing the clouds as well and though they clearly were stack up near the park it seemed like the blue sky was going to make its way out there.  With the wind pushing me along I made good time to the park and while the clouds were a bit broken up, it just seemed they couldn’t get over the foothills and were lingering. It had clearly rained earlier with everything wet and clean, but so far it held off.

The Flaming Geyser State Park is a lot more exciting sounding then the reality proves out. Oh there once was a geyser of methane gas that could generate fifteen foot high spouts of fire but these hadn’t burned since 1922. The remnants of this was a capped depression in the ground that wasn’t much to look at. A bit up a trail from the “flaming” geyser was Bubbling Geyser which true to its name bubbled out gray sulfurous ash into the nearby stream. Not too impressive to anyone who has visited Yellowstone, Glacier or other places with more active features. Still the park borders the Green River and was very popular with fisherman who I say casting their flies in many different sections along the river. It was around 6pm now and I knew I’d be heading home in the dark. I had ridden 45.75 miles to the park and I knew I had all that to cover, plus a few extra if I wanted to complete the century ride. But I need a break so I spent some time at the park checking out the trails, the Geysers and the River. But I felt time pressing on me so it wasn’t too long that I used the facilities, refilled my water bottles with faintly sulfurous water and headed back out.

Leaving Flaming Geyser State Park

More clouds had rolled in and now I was facing that headwind. As I rode back up the Green River valley I was misted by rain which became a thin drizzle. I could see sun ahead and I increased my pace to escape the clouds before it became a real rain. Otherwise the ride up Green Valley road was uneventful until I reached the junction with Auburn-Black Diamond Rd. The one turn on this route and unbelievable I turned the wrong way. From that juncture it is maybe two miles back to Auburn but I was convinced that in my tiredness I had misjudge this so I kept riding. Eventually I pulled out my map and figured out that I was riding toward Black Diamond. This route had not been so flat and even though I kept saying to myself “I don’t remember these descents” I had stupidly pressed on. I figured that I had missed the turnoff to Auburn but that the road would loop around. It was the Auburn Black Diamond road wasn’t it? After I had clocked more miles then I knew it was from Auburn to Flaming Geyser I stopped and checked my map. I had ridden back the way I came though north of Green Valley Road. Seeing a bit of a cutoff that seemed more direct I turned off onto SE Lake Holm Road. It was a straighter shorter route but a lot hillier. A decent amount of climbing and then a crazy, curvy 12% descent down to Auburn-Black Diamond Rd. From there was a few hundred feet to the interesting I had missed before and upon taking the correct one was back in Auburn in 10 minutes. D’oh!

Pulling into Auburn I again hit a gas station for some Gatorade, Hostess pie, some peanuts and some non sulfurous water. I’d had cash for this whole ride but my tab here was over US$13.00 dollars so it was on the debit card. I sat outside the gas station and ate the pie and some of the peanuts as I downed maybe half of the Gatorade. As I got up the lady behind the counter waved and shouted I should come in. As I did she said she owed me some money, US$9.00 in fact. “Oh yeah?” I weakly replied. “Didn’t you wonder that that water was ten dollars” she asked. It did seem a little high I admitted. You gotta love that – small town honesty.

The Springbrook trailIt was now about 8:15 pm and I knew I was chasing daylight. It was about 32 miles from Auburn back home and on a good day with a known route I could do that in 2 – 2 1/2 hours. But I’d already ridden 70 miles and I knew that Renton would not be a fast ride through. I hit the trail with the wind on my side and rode. Still a few people on the trail as a beautiful sunset streaked the clouds in the sky with a panoply of colors. I pushed it as much as I could as I knew I’d be limping through Renton and riding the Lake WA loop in the dark which is never fast. I made time up the trail occasionally eating peanuts and drinking my Gatorade (the blue flavor, the only one I can tolerate) and after less then an hour I was in Renton. I rode past that little shortcut I had taken to the trail as I wanted to try to find a route from the end of the trail to the lake. The trail ends right past the 405 and becomes the Green River Trail which heads west. Another one I need to do sometime but not tonight. I wandered around this part of Renton and ended up on the Springbrook trail, which ends on Grady road which is the exact route I had taken before. I probably wasted a good half an hour at that point in pitch darkness in Renton. Oh well, I took my chances on Grady road which is a fast four lane road with no shoulder. Not as many cars though as there had been during the day but I pushed it as hard as I could. Then it was to the Cedar River Trail and the route through the north end of Renton. Always a pain Renton with no connectors, a canton of trails and ridable roads and in general a hostile attitude toward cyclists.
I was happy to be back on the Lake Washington Loop trail after the nightmare of riding through Renton in the dark. Once again my investment in a Schmidt Hub and E6 light had paid off. I am well lit with blinkers on the back but I like have the permanent always available generator powered taillight and a light up front that helps with navigating unfamiliar roads. I like riding at night under the stars on a warm night. It was a bit chill tonight but considering the constant exercise I was in general pretty comfortable. I was burning out but for a whole I felt like I could do this all night. I was running out of water though and was having to ration myself pretty carefully. I was pretty much down to drops by the time I hit Bellevue and was desperately looking for parks. Along the Lk WA loop route is a park billed as Hidden Valley Sports park which had a drinking fountain. Take note, these seem increasingly rare these days. Some water there and a Coffee Crisp I had gotten in Auburn and I was ready for the final 5 miles home. Down into Kirkland then before I reach the waterfront I turn on the bypass up to my place. Climbing the last hill to my house I realize that I definitely couldn’t keep this up all night. I pull into my place at 11 pm at 102 miles.

My Photo Gallery for this ride