I've been starting to up my long rides in preparation for a really long ride in May. Here's what my day looked like.
I love looking at maps and planning routes. It usually happens late in the evening and always adds to the excitement for tomorrow's long ride.
Morning of a long ride. The usual. Stay with what works.
Heading out with 3100 calories on board. I usually don't keep track but I thought I would today. 1 cup of Kirkland trail mix has almost 1000 calories!!
8am. Bike for the day. Rigid 29er. I plan to ride as much gravel as possible today. A little slower on the pavement but I'll be happy when I hit some minus 20 percent grades on gravel coming out of the mountains.
A strong riding partner who shows up on time! At the top of the first big climb, Rich turned and headed for home. Something about actually getting stuff done on a Saturday.
Looking SW from near the top of Bald Peak. Slight drizzle but since it doesn't look too dark further west, I continue heading to the coast range.
Oak Hill Rd. I'm still heading west since the sky still isn't too dark. The forecast called for afternoon rain. This drizzle started at about 9:30. Shoe covers and a rear fender probably would have been a good idea.
Downtown Pike. Entering the coast range now. It's close to 50 degrees so even though I'm damp, I'm still pretty comfortable. I have a plan to explore a new area and am pressing on.
Active logging area. But since the gate is closed, it must not be active today. The next 1.5 miles were extremely steep and muddy (on rock). My low gear is 34/32 and it was ok but not easy.
This is what about half (it seems) of the Oregon coast range looks like.
This is what (it seems) the other half looks like. Complete clear cut. I thought the standard practice now was to leave a couple of snags for birds.
These huge track hoe type machines with the blade and gripper instead of a bucket are probably very fast but they sure make a mess of the ground.
A lot of destruction for some small diameter trees.
Sometimes getting a little lost is fun. It's even more fun when after flying down a really big descent, you see a gate and you know you are close to where you hoped. And you don't have to back-track.
Second pass through the town of Gaston at about mile 65.
The drizzle has turned to rain. It's about 2:30pm now. Just gotta get up this thousand foot climb, down the other side and 12 or 15 flattish miles home.
4pm. Almost exactly 100mi. 7900 feet of climbing. The next week looks dry and I hope to do it all again soon.