Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Kissing the Trail Revisited

Last year on the July 4th long weekend Troubadour and I went on a mountain bike ride at Siltcoos Lake just south of Florence on the Oregon Coast.  I blogged about it here:  LINK. You'll need to scroll down the post to the Sunday ride.

With the weather in the Willamette Valley breaking records and coastal weather a good 30˚ cooler, we thought it was a good time to ride it again.

Misery loves company so Polar Bear, his Wife Sweet Pea, and the Polar Cub came along.  Well technically we went along with them since Polar Bear drove.

They picked us just before 10 am on Friday.  We loaded our bikes onto the trailer and headed Southwest to the Coast.

(The PolarCub and the bikes on the trailer - the neighbor's house doesn't make a good backdrop)
We arrived at the trailhead around noon.  Had a picnic lunch and set off on the trail after a few practice laps around the parking lot.

The last time we rode it I was on my hybrid bike so I was quite curious to see how I'd do on the mountain bike. (It was easier and less work overall)

We set off in a row; Troubadour in the lead, then me, the Cub, Polar Bear, and Sweet Pea. Unfortunately Sweet Pea was on a bike unfamiliar to her and wasn't having any fun.  She decided to push the bike the entire way.  The trailhead sign said 4 miles but the app on her and Polar Bear's phones said 7 miles.  Such a trooper for pushing it the whole way rather than taking the bike back and hiking it.

(Siltcoos Trail, Florence,OR)

(Troubadour having fun with the PolarCub about a sticker on his helmet)

(Group photo - PolarCub, Polar Bear, Sweet Pea, and Troubadour)

(Going up......)

(My ride - might soon be traded for a different one)

(Stopping to wait for the crew- photo by Troubadour)

(C'est moi - Photo by Troubadour)

(Time for hydration - photo by Troubadour)

(PolarCub taking a break)

(Sunshine through the trees)

(A view of Siltcoos Lake taken from one of the hike/bike/boat in campsites)

(Troubadour taking a rest)

(Troubadour at play)
While the cub didn't appreciate the tree roots sticking up across the trail and the many hills, he gave it a 3 out of 5 starts when all was said and done.  Not sure if he'd be willing to do it again, but I know we would.

By the numbers:

5  -  The number of riders/bikes
8  -  The number of mosquito bites I got
0  -  The number of mosquito bites Troubadour received.  WTF?
1  -  The number of times I jammed my knee into my front tire
4  -  The number of miles claimed on the trailhead sign
7  -  The number of miles of trail according to Polar Bear and Sweet Pea's phone apps
2  -  The number of peanut butter sammiches hubby and I consumed prior to riding (1 each)
4  -  The number of Starbucks Frappuccinos bought in Florence on the way home
5  -  The number of people who slept really well Friday night.

Thank you for driving Andy!

- Au Revoir

" We are each the star in our own situation comedy, and, with luck, the screwball friend in somebody else's." - Robert Brault

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Summertime Doldrums

(image from inter web)
Dictionaries define doldrums as "a period of inactivity or stagnation".  That seems to sum up our last few weeks. Not much has been going on.  Oregon weather turned hot and dry early this year.  Monday was the first full day of summer and we've officially had the driest June on record.  We've had more than a few days with temperatures in the 90's (32˚C).  This coming weekend our weather is forecast to be 100˚F (37.7˚C).  20 of our 36 counties on Oregon have now declared drought emergencies.  Read about it at this LINK. And now they have issued an "excessive heat warning" for this weekend.  Highs in Medford (Southern Oregon) set to reach 108˚ (42.2˚C).  Read about it HERE.

It has been three weeks since I've posted and for that I apologize.  
(Image from interweb)
Not much moto-related to report.  Hubby was nice and changed the oil in Max last weekend and cleaned/lubed the chain.  I am so lucky spoiled.  Now I just need to give the bike a bath.  We've managed one or two bicycle rides but no fun trails or pictures.  It is allergy season here in the Willamette Valley. While Troubadour does not suffer from seasonal allergies they are a trial for me this time of year.  Sneezing in my full face helmet is not fun.  Another few weeks and they will be over when they cut down the grass fields.  The very high/extreme level for grass pollen in the air is 200.  Last week we were over three times that amount.  What is higher than extreme?  Here is a LINK to a local news channel with a story on how Oregon is the worst state in the USA for allergies. At least it has dropped to the high level now.

One thing that has kept us amused, yet frustrated us at the same time, is the family of gray foxes that have decided to live under our back deck.  Momma fox, daddy fox and three little pups.  

They are pretty bold and have even approached the patio door.  While we'd been leaving the patio door open for basil to come in and out, we now have to make sure to leave it closed or else one of the rambunctious pups would come inside exploring.  Here are a few pictures.

(Momma Fox)

(Momma fox and two pups)

(The whole fox family)

(Fox pups on the deck)

(They are so cute)
We have a shrub/flower bed beside our deck and the pups have made it their playground.  They've managed to flatten my pansy flowers, broken the new goats beard shrub that was still in the pot, and broken a hydrangea.  They are venturing further into the yard now as well, climbing the Red Bud Forest Pansy and flattening the Gaura flowers below.  Ahhh, so cute, yet so destructive.  We are hoping at some point they will move on.  We thought the momma fox had the pups weaned as they were bringing them squirrels and mice to eat, but she was nursing them again yesterday morning.

(Pups at play)

(They have adopted Basil's outside water bowl)

(Notice the pups destroying the hydrangea in the shrub bed)

(They are into everything)

(And yes, they can climb trees)

(Did I mention they were into everything?)
And when we say they moved in, here is a picture of the Momma fox all comfy on the "wipe your paws" mat right outside the patio door relaxing on the step like a dog.

(Momma fox relaxing in the shade)
Basil is not amused.  He spends most of him time inside now or sneaking out the front to avoid the foxes out back. This look will tell you exactly what he thinks of them.

(Basil cat is not amused)
At one point a week or so ago Basil was outside patrolling the perimeter when he saw the Daddy fox on a woodpile out back behind the yard.  They faced off for quite a while before the fox moved on for a bit.  The camera was on full zoom so picture quality suffered.

(Basil and the fox)
Oh and in answer to Dar's question on Facebook "what does the fox say?"  She sounds like a cross between a seal and a dog.  It is an odd hoarse bark.

Troubadour was teaching Team Oregon last weekend and teaches again this weekend.  He'll be sure to drink lots of water standing on hot asphalt all day in 100 degree temps.  At least he won't be on a bike with a helmet on like the students.  The following weekend is our July 4th Independence Day long weekend.  While we'd love to be out on the bikes, we try to avoid highways during holidays since it seems to be a big weekend for drinking and driving and a lot of yahoos are on the roads too.  Hopefully we can get in a short gravel ride as long as we are back to protect Basil from the big bad fireworks on the 4th.  We usually have to turn a movie up pretty loud to drown them out while he hides in the closet or under the bed.  Poor kitty.

Hope everyone else is getting out and riding lots.

 - Au Revoir

"One's life must seem extremely flat, with nothing whatsoever to grumble at." - Anthony J. d'Angelo, The College Blue Book

Thursday, June 4, 2015

I Did it to Myself.......

Last Friday I scored the day off because my boss was playing hooky and taking his boat out halibut fishing.  It is always nice when he lets me have a Friday off since he knows Troubadour does not work on Fridays.

What to do, what to do.  

Thursday night we decided that we wanted to go for a mountain bike ride on Friday since it was going to be warm in the valley and getting above the grass seed pollen might help my allergies. Troubadour left it up to me to decide where we'd ride.  So many choices.

I opted for Silver Falls State Park just outside of Silverton. It is about 55 miles (88 km) northeast and not too bad of a drive if we take the back roads and avoid I-5.

(Our route in blue except we avoided the short I-5 section)
While we'd hiked in Silver Falls to view the waterfalls, we'd never actually parked at the north trail head and hiked the Perimeter Trail where the bicycles are allowed.  Silver Falls State Park is quite popular and reports indicate over 1,000,000 visitors per year.  Yes, over a million people.  Luckily most of them stay on the waterfall trails and the Perimeter Trail does not have a single waterfall.

We arrived at noon and found that our Northwest Forest Pass does not cover the State Park. Thank you State of Oregon. So, we proceeded to fill-out an envelope at the self-pay station and donate $5 then placed the receipt on the dashboard of the Subaru to avoid a ticket.  If only they would use that money for signs that actually show you all the trails.  All the signs at the parking lot indicated no bicycles on the trails, but we knew from the paper pamphlet they provided that bikes are allowed on a few of them.  

We had to walk the bikes 150 feet or so to where the Perimeter Trail began.  The trail started out gently then steadily increased in grade.  

We stopped for Troubadour to drop a pin on his Garmin e Trex so we'd know where we were and how to get back if necessary.  This would also track our elevation changes and distance travelled. It was a good opportunity to take a picture of the trail.

(Perimeter Trail - Silver Falls State Park)

Soon we were on a set of switchbacks leading up the side of the mountain.  There would be a short set of switchbacks, then it would level off a bit, then more switchbacks.  I got hung up on a tree root or something and lost my momentum. I thought it was another good spot for a picture. Troubadour was pedaling on and was already out of sight.  There was a large tree trunk up ahead that looked like the tree had been hit by lightning years ago.

(Tree hit by lightning)

(Looking behind me at the hill we'd climbed, trail drops off to the right)
At one point as I was pushing my bike up a particularly steep section trying to hold off an exercise induced asthma attack (I have been reluctant to get an inhaler, but I may have to change that) I mentioned to Troubadour that I had no one to blame for being on that trail but myself.  I picked the damn thing.  Huff, puff, wheeze.  Okay, I can breathe. Time to carry on.

We eventually arrived at an intersection.  I believe it was just over 1,000 feet (304 meters) of elevation gain over the 3.12 miles (5.02 km) to the intersection with a gravel fire road and the rest of the Perimeter Trail that horses are allowed on.  Troubadour can consult to his Garmin and verify the elevation gain. Time for a wee break and to look at the trail signs and evaluate our wounds.  The blackberry bushes were encroaching on the trail and our legs were getting a little scraped on the way by.  Stings a little but you soon forget.

(Trail head on top right hand corner, we were mid-way down on the right at the intersection)

(The wild irises were still in full bloom)

(Troubadour enjoying the quiet)
We looked at the trail sign and compared it to the paper map we were carrying and decided to try the next section of trail that was shared with horses.  It was heading downhill so worse-case scenario was we'd have to hike/bike back up it.  Our intention was a 15 mile loop I saw described on the internet.  Perimeter Trail to Buck Mountain Loop, etc so we'd make a loop instead of doing an out and back on the same trail.  We started downhill where the trail looked like the photo below.

(Trail getting narrow - watch out for blackberry bushes)
The tail started to really get churned up.  Big clods of mud from the horses hooves.  People hadn't been riding their horses at a walking pace, they must have either been galloping or at a really good trot to dig up the trail.  Not so easy to ride over for a mountain biker.  And then we came to this.......

(Churned up muddy bridge)

(Troubadour WTF - "what is this crap" look)

(And up the hill we go)

(A close up of the mud bog bridge)
Shortly after this the trail was so bad we turned around.  F*ck it, it wasn't fun any more.  Damn horses, and they say bikes tear up a trail.  I took the pictures above on the return trip.  I held my bike on the left side squeezing it between the log and the tree and walked on the log to avoid most of the mud.  Made for slick shoes on the pedals after.  We back-tracked the 1/2 mile to the intersection and our favorite sign of the day.  

(No horses on that first 3.12 mile stretch of the Perimeter Trail)
Don't get me wrong, I don't hate horses.  I used to ride them in high school.  I just don't like them on the bike trails.  

We stopped for a another quick break and split a Cliff Bar.  It had been a long time since breakfast and we'd only had a quick Cliff Bar at the car before setting out.  Energy renewed we pointed our wheels towards the car.

(Photo from interweb)
I had one "face palm" moment on return trip.  At one point on the way back, I was heading downhill on a particularly tight/steep right hand switchback and slowed so that I could put my right foot up on the embankment for stability and to assist me around the corner (drop off on other side of trail and I am not a fan of steep switchbacks).  Somehow I managed to lean a bit towards the right, my front tire turned to the right, and I gave my left knee road rash all while keeping forward momentum and the bike upright. I don't think I could do it again, but wish I had it on video it must have looked like I was having a seizure epic.  Troubadour was ahead of me and missed it.  I don't know many people that can give themselves road rash from their front tire while being on the bike.  That takes a special kind of stoopid talent.  It was a 2 inch round spot on my knee - black from the tire and red from taking the skin off a bit.  Not the smartest thing I've done, but I laughed out loud. Troubadour couldn't figure out how the hell I'd done it and even tried to do duplicate after we'd gotten home.  I had to remind him my inseam is also 2 inches longer than his so my knees stick out further, lol.  That is my excuse.

We didn't stop too many times on the way back.  But this caught Troubadours eye.  I've never seen an anthill so large.  Hard to see in the photos but all those black dots are thousands of little ants.  The hill is several feet tall and wide and they actually started crawling up our shoes as we were standing there.  Troubadour took the pics, hard to do while you are stomping your feet to keep the ants away.

(Large ant hill)

(Close up of ant hill)

Those were the last pictures of the day.  We managed to make it to the car mostly unscathed. Some scratches on the arms and legs from the blackberries and of course my knee.  We were happy to be off the mountain.  It was an interesting trail, but not necessarily worth the drive again.  We think there are better ones closer to home.

We loaded the bikes onto the car. And, while munching on apples, headed off the mountain.  We stopped in Stayton at Starbucks for a Frappuccino treat, figured we'd earned it.  We made it back to Corvallis at 6 pm and stopped at our favorite Vietnamese Baguette restaurant for a Soya Banh Mi.  Asking for no mayo makes it vegan and we always add fresh jalapenos even though it comes with spicy red sauce.  Delicious.

It was a long day but morale was still high.  I am still laughing at my knee, but I have no one to blame but myself.

- Au Revoir

"It's not the mountain that we conquer but ourselves." - Sir Edmund Hillary

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Camping at Kalaloch

It has taken me a few days but I finally had some time to draft that follow up post. 

Months ago Troubadour and his brother put a camping trip into the works.  Ideas were brainstormed and plans were finally hatched.  The final plan was to converge at the Kalaloch Campground on the Olympic Peninsula, about 70 miles north of Aberdeen, Washington.

We opted to arrive on Friday night while Brother B and his family would arrive Saturday afternoon.  We figured this would allow us time to settle in, gets thing set up, and since the sites were all first come first serve with no reservations, we'd find a spot easier on a Friday.


We left our house in Corvallis just after 9 am Friday morning.  We stopped at REI in Clackamas (Portland) for a few things.  Eno hammocks were on sale and Troubadour had been really wanting one for a while.  We also took time for a relaxing and tasty vegan lunch at Native Foods. From Portland we headed North on I-5 through Chehalis/Centralia until we turned west towards Highway 12 to Aberdeen.

(Route to Kalaloch - it look closer to 8 hours with traffic and pit stops)
We stopped in Aberdeen at the Starbucks for a nice chai tea latte to go and to use the facilities. At Aberdeen we also turned north onto Highway 101 (aka the Pacific Coast Highway). Another 70 miles and we arrived at the campground about 5 pm.  There were more campers there on a Friday than we anticipated.

The forest service also closed half the campground so that made things more difficult.  The double site we were hoping for wasn't even an option.  We managed to get the last site with an ocean view ~ A-18.  It was a wide site that we knew would accommodate the rest of the family if no sites were available nearby on Saturday.  We paid for 2 nights just to make sure. (a whopping $14 per night)  FYI - firewood is not included in that price - you must purchase wood from the lodge at $6.19 + tax per bundle or bring/scrounge your own

We set up the tent with the 12' x 12' EZ-UP shelter over it since it was forecast to rain Saturday morning.  We had dinner of vegan hot dogs and potato chips.  Yep, camping food.

Sleep wasn't great.  We each had a 1" thick self inflating pad and our mummy sleeping bags from Costco that we usually use for motorcycle camping.  While we couldn't feel the rocks through the pads, the ground was still hard.


Saturday morning we stumbled out of the tent all sleepy eyed at 6:30 am and into thick heavy mist.  Some might call it light rain. Everything was saturated and water was dripping/running off the EZ-UP.  We started the propane heater and moved the EZ-UP off the tent a little to give us a covered seating space.  Hot tea was brewed as was oatmeal for breakfast.

We decided we'd be warmer if we got up and wandered around.  We turned the camp chairs over to keep any blowing moisture off of them and took a few pictures. Notice the puddle of 'concentrated mist' on the concrete picnic table.

(Camp at the ocean they said........)

(It'll be fun they said.......)
Time for a nature walk.  There was a 0.8 mile (1.28 km) nature walk that started at the campground, crossed the highway, then continued into the rainforest.  Fitting for a soggy morning.  We are used to 4-5 mile hikes so this was an easy walk in the park.......

(One of the bridges along the walk with dubious stairs at the other end)

(Burl's on a tree)

(A view of the river)

(morning mist upon the fungus)
After the nature walk we returned to camp, had a snack and decided to walk the beach.  I put on my heated jacket for that adventure.  The mist had lightened but the wind was a little brisk. Troubadour was smart and wore his rain hat Seattle Sombrero.  The path to the beach was just on the other side of the next campsite.

(Troubadour walking to the beach)
We walked the 1/4 mile south on the beach towards Kalaloch Lodge.  People can rent cabins or shop in the little general store.  We just wandered the beach looking at the driftwood, taking pictures, and just enjoying nature.

(A seagull takes flight)

(Some areas had more rocks than others)

(Not sure what I was laughing at - my sense of style perhaps)

(Interesting driftwood)

(This driftwood still had some bark on it)

(I was laughing at Troubadour taking a picture of me taking a picture of him)

(The photographer becomes the photographed)

(Back at the campsite - photo by Troubadour - tribute to Bobskoot)
Once back at the campground Troubadour noticed the folks in the next campground (site A-19) were packing up to leave.  As soon as they left he went over to take a peek.  We decided it was perfect for us for the next two nights.  It was a smaller site, more private, had trees for the hammock, and also an ocean view.  We moved the car over to hold the spot and I wrote another check for Saturday and Sunday nights.  We knew that arriving family could have our initial spot since it was paid for Saturday night and they'd only need to pay for one more night.

(View from our new campsite - A-19)
An hour or so later the tent and most things had been moved over.  We left the EZ-Up and camp chairs at the original campsite so no one would think it abandoned and try to camp there for the night.  More than a few kept stopping to take a look.

Besides the privacy factor, Troubadour also liked the fact that the new spot had trees......

(Which meant he could set up his hammock)

(Even if one end had to be tied to the roof rails of the Subaru)
I made us some lunch of chickpea salad sandwiches and we just puttered around camp waiting for the family.  Okay, I may have paced a little bit and took a few pictures of the flora.

(Queen Anne's Lace and bee)

(a pretty weed, I mean daisy)
Family arrived right about 5 pm.  Hugs were given all around and we said hello to our niece and met our nephew for the first time.  Time was spent setting up their site.  It worked out perfect since they had a large 2-room tent and the site could accommodate it.

They had hot dogs for dinner while I tried something I'd seen on the interweb.  Make a burrito out of a flour tortilla stuffed with rice, beans, salsa, and vegan cheese then wrap them in heavy duty foil.  We cooked them over the campfire and had a nice hot dinner.  The tortillas were crispy and the filling hot.  Would do that again.

The kids roasted marshmallows before heading to bed.  The grown ups drank a little beer and watched the fire before getting to bed about 11 pm.


The ground did not get any softer overnight, but we woke to cloudy skies and no mist.

We heard no stirrings from camp next door so we decided to start a fire and heated some water with the Jetboil for tea.  A little time later our niece came over to see if we wanted to move our fire to her camp and have breakfast with them.  While we didn't 'move' the fire over, we did go over and visit.  Brother B made the kids pancakes for breakfast and once again we had oatmeal.  

We like oatmeal for camping. Nice and easy and no clean up. I make little one portion ziploc bags at home with oats, almonds, dried cranberries, and cinnamon.  I forgot any sugar so we swirled in some homemade blueberry chia seed jam for sweetness.

After breakfast we headed a few miles north to Ruby Beach.  The forest service worker at the visitor's center on Friday let us know they'd be down at the tide pools.  Although the tide was starting to come in by the time we arrived, it made for some fun beach walking.

(The view approaching Ruby Beach on the path)

(Troubadour skipping stones)

(The water was quite reflective)

( A lot more rocks at Ruby Beach compared to our campground beach)

(More interesting driftwood)

(We found cairns stacked on both beaches)

(And a lot of dead Velella Velalla jellyfish - more on that in a separate post)

(I loved the contrasting colors on this piece of driftwood)
We did see one starfish.  Sadly someone had taken it from the water and it was sitting on a piece of driftwood. We thought about returning it to the ocean but it was too far gone and we didn't want to get caught carrying it since picking them up is kind of a no-no.

(Sad starfish out of water)
Back at camp we had some lunch.  We had leftover chickpea salad on rice cakes and I also topped a few rice cakes with spicy hummus and avocado slices.  A favorite snack/breakfast of mine.

After lunch we went on the nature walk again.  The rest of the family hadn't been on it and it gave the kids some exercise.  It was a little drier this time around.

The sun finally came out after the walk.  It really warmed up and everyone was happy.  Time for walking on the beach and flying kites!!  It warmed up enough we all changed into shorts.  The sand was so toasty warm beneath our bare feet.

(Troubadour relaxing at the beach - one of my favorite pics from the trip)

(We brought the kids some kites to fly, they sustained flight by themselves)

(Troubadour flying his kite)

(There were a lot of crab shells on the beach with dried out jellyfish all around)

(Troubadour letting his brother B have a turn with the parafoil kite)

(Another velella velalla not quite dried out yet)

(Brother B on the left with the parafoil and Troubadour on the right with the stunt kite)
Before long it was time to head back to camp and think about dinner.  We made vegan Field Roast sausages roasted over the fire with hot dog buns and tortilla chips on the side.  Simple and easy to fix. While the kids roasted marshmallows for s'mores Troubadour decided to roast a banana with some chocolate.  It was a success.

(Banana with dark chocolate roasting over the campfire)
The sun was starting to set.  The kids were trying hard to stay awake and we were drawn to the setting sun over the ocean.  We don't often see beautiful sunsets at home because of the mountains, but the coast is a different story. These were all taken from the campsites.

(On a diagonal, just because I could)

Fade to black.  Troubadour took some fabulous sunset photos with the other camera.  The Olympus and its 'magic' settings; soft focus, dramatic, and the like.  I'll let him post those ones up.

We sat around the campfire for a bit until we were all nodding off.  We were tucked in our sleeping bags by 11 pm.  No, the ground did not get any softer by the third night either, sigh.


The rest of the family had a long drive ahead of them to get through the border crossing into British Columbia then back to the Okanagan, so we were up fairly early.  The camps were packed up by 10am and hugs and kisses goodbye were given shortly thereafter.

On the way home we weren't in too much of a hurry so we decided to take the Highway 101 option south to Hebo and cut inland from there.  As we were sitting in stop and go traffic in Astoria I spotted a Whispering Giant by the Youngs Bay Bridge. I knew there were two in the state after looking them up last year, but had never actually seen them.  Thank you Fuzzy for informing us about these wonders.  Without your links I wouldn't have ever known about them.

(Whispering Giant by Peter Wolf Toth  1987)
 We arrived home just before 6 pm. Basil was happy to see us.  We were happy to see him, but also the soft comfy bed and hot shower.

(Home via Highway 101 to Hebo then inland)
I apologize for the length of this post.  In hindsight, I probably should have divided it into a few posts.  Oh well, might as well get it all done at once.

- Au Revoir

" It always rains on tents.  Rainstorms will travel thousands of miles, against prevailing winds for the opportunity to rain on a tent." - Dave Berry