The Trail of the Coeur d’Alenes

Formerly an old mining railway, the Trail of the Coeur d’Alenes makes for leisurely, scenic biking. So leisurely, in fact, that while on the trail itself I actually biked without a helmet! Try that on the Burke-Gilman, let alone city streets!

The one catch is that the the ground underneath and around the trail is, uhm, heavily polluted with the heavy metals and other poisons used to extract silver from the mines. No wandering off the trail and certainly no eating picked apples!

At the end of this trail, we got on the Northern Pacific Trail and biked all the way to Montana and back. Upon finishing this multi-day bike tour and getting back to our starting point, Plummer, we drove back to Spokane to spend time at our favorite fire lookout.

Picture coming soon…


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Pedaling up St. Helens


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Yesterday, I completed the Tour de Blast ride, going from the town of Toutle up Mt. St. Helens to the Johnston Ridge Obervatory, which has an amazing view of the blast zone (alas, low-lying clouds prevented me from catching that view first hand, though you can see an older pic here).

The 82-mile round-trip ride was hard by any measure. The hills had a maximum grade of 6%—not as steep as hills we’ve conquered in, say, Newfoundland— but they were long. To make matters worse, I was not in good form yesterday. Whether I was too tired, fueled wrong, or catching something, the first couple of miles, which were flat, were surprisingly difficult. With frequent rest stops, many snacks, and a focus on the road in front of me, though, I was able to pick up the pace and make it to the top and back.

I felt vindicated in my decision to carry a pannier with my two jackets and warm hat, since the cloudy day meant that my body temperature went from sweating hot when pedaling uphill to shiveringly cold when coasting down. Though I was prepared with (and made use of) my own snacks, the organized rest stops were well-stocked with food—and one even had a much-appreciated bonfire!.

While there were fewer people at this ride than in last week’s Flying Wheels, riders here tended to be more fit. As much as I fancy myself a biker these days, I was humbled by the number of folks who were speeding up the mountain at higher gears than I (and would be even if I had been more energetic). In fact, between our slow pace and pausing to take in the exhibit at the observatory at the top, we pretty much closed down the course. I’ve decided that I need to ramp up my training regimen to consist of more than just commuting to work; hills and endurance would have been good preparation for this ride.

All in all, this ride was quite fun. It was a good workout, good mental practice in focusing on the present to get through the long slog, and a good exercise in focusing on my own goals and not feeling needlesly competitive. It also made it very clear to me that I don’t want to do the RAMROD this year: at my current level of training and with my current life priorities, it would not be enjoyable. In fact, I want to get back to biking with a destination: more bike touring in my future, please!

Flying Wheels Century 2009


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I just got back from biking my first century, the Flying Wheels, which is a preparation for the 2009 STP we’ll ride later this summer. The STP can be done either in a day or two; we’ll do the latter, which will involve two 80-odd mile days. People should be training for it now, and the Flying Wheels is billed as a milestone in one’s regimen. The FW century in particular is supposed to be your prep ride if you’re doing the STP in one day.

The day began inauspiciously with us getting to the start line later than planned and Knox leaning heavily towards doing the 65-mile course rather than the century. The real bummer came as we approached the start line: Knox noticed that one of his rear spokes was broken. That was it; no ride for him! He came back home and dropped the bike off at a repair shop.

Sad as I was to not be biking with Knox, this gave me the opportunity to go for the century and to bike it at my own pace. It was a lot of fun and so strikingly beautiful! I was annoyed by biking with hordes of people at first: it was hard to pass and hard to find my groove. As the ride wore on, however, the rider density decreased and the fellow participants inspired me to keep biking harder. In the Duvall-Snohomish-Duvall loop, which is part of only the century ride, there were some long stretches where I was biking by myself–exhilarating and contemplative, just as I like it.

The difficulty? It was challenging but doable. The first hill was the worst; whether that was the hill itself or my taking it on too fast because of feeling competitive at the start of the race, I couldn’t say. Everything after was manageable and not out of the ordinary—until the approach to Issaquah. The hills there were killing me: though not extremely steep, they were long and my strength was quite obviously ebbing. Based on this ride, I would say I was in good shape for about 80-odd miles, and then exhaustion started to kick in.

Now it’s time for a shower and a rub-down, and anticipation of next weekend’s Tour de Blast.

Biking the Wenatchee-Chelan loop

Our cabin at Lincoln Rock State Park


My bike hasn’t been getting a lot of love since I moved to Seattle. Bike commuting in the summer, mostly, but not many long rides. No touring.

To charge things up this year, I decided we should do the STP in the summer. And we will. But registering for that led to registering for the training ride, the Flying Wheels. That then led to registering the Tour de Blast. And Knox went so far as to sign up for the RAMROD (yikes!). As a result, we have a biking summer sketched out. We’ve never been into organized rides, so we’ll see how fun they are.

To prepare for these events, we’ve started going on longer bike rides after work–typically 30 to 40 miles, which is not really long in the world of touring. What we’re really jonesing to do is go on another bona fide bike tour, where you cover real distance over the span of days. That is unlikely to happen this summer, as I’m saving my vacation time for other trips. What we can do, however, is weekend mini-tours. And that’s exactly what we did this weekend, driving up to Wenatchee and doing a 76-mile bike tour to Lake Chelan and back.

Oh, it was glorious! Like water to parched lips, this ride reminded me of the sheer joy of feeling the sun on my skin, the wind in my hair, and the pedals underfoot as the world slowly changed around me! So good for the soul!

On the technical side, I was intrigued to confirm what I’ve been noticing this season: my riding style has definitely changed from what it was when I started biking five years ago. It used to be that I would try to ride fast all the time, sprinting up segments of hills and then stopping to pant before continuing up. Now, I seem to have a better pace, where I can gauge the right steady effort to get me to the top, and beyond, without needing to stop to catch my breath.


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