Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Blog 3/24 What a Ride!

Got myself a real computer tonight!  We spent last night in  Clifton, AZ, a small mining town 9 miles north of our route.  We knew we had a big day today and it was the best place to stay in terms of the amount fo ground we could expect to cover.  Clifton has one motel (the Rode Inn) and one restaurant (PJ's), and literally everyone we talked to was incredibly nice--from the motel proprietors (Mabel & Bill) to the waitresses, to the customers in the restaurant, one of whom is a bicyclist and gave us some good advice and also says he lives in the area because he likes the riding.  Another emplopyee at the motel gave us her umbrella to use when we walked to dinner in a bit of a shower.
 
BIll, from the motel, even agreed to drive us back to where we turned off the route (to get to Clifton) thereby saving us nine miles and one big climb--a good thing since the rest of the day used us up pretty thoroughly.  We began riding under sunny skies and forty degrees at a place not likely to be on any map named Three Way.  Its main feature is a long defunct drive-in theatre with only the enormous screen still standing.  Other than that it has only a small convenience store.  We began climbing immediately on AZ Route 78 and climbed for the next two hours--covering a total of 14 miles.  We were passed by 8 cars the entire time. 
 
Shortly after we crested the top at 6200 feet we crossed into New Mexico, and the terrain changed right away.  The beautiful orange/yellow poppies we've seen millions of the last few days disappeared, replaced by pine trees, and, as we descended, open fields.  The descent also featured three places where creeks actually were flowing over the road surface--not too deeply--and we began seeing evidence of big ranches, including a sign advertising 96,000 acres for sale (no price, tho)!
 
After a descent marked by lots of rolling hills, we eventually got to US 180 and turned right towards our final destination, Silver City.  The best riding of the trip so far ensued, as we had 30+ miles on gently descending rolling hills and--at last--a 20 - 30 mph tailwind!!  We were rolling along well over 30 mph lots of the time, and covered one 10 mile stretch in just under 20 minutes. 
 
We stopped at a convenince store in Buckhorn and Kathy will likely post a picture of a  rather comely young lady I met there!  At a coffee shop in Cliff--the only business in town other than a saddlery--the proprietor had health food cookies, great bagels, and everything from cappucinos to Italian sodas.  Think low-budget Starbucks, but much, much friendlier.
 
After that we began a long, rolling ascent back up to 6200 ft in Silver City, crossing the continental divide just west of town.  By this time your faithful scribe was pretty well used up from the earlier climbing and riotous tailwind, and truth be known, I wouldn't have complained a bit if Silver City had turned up about 10 miles earlier!
 
Tomorrow we have just one climb, but it's a doozy, up to Emory Pass at about 8300 feet, the highest point on the trip by a good 2000 feet.  Once we crest it, we're done clibimg the Rockies.  Me, I'm ready for some nice, flat roads, and some more of those prevailing west winds we'd been missing until today.
 
We had a comment wondering how we plan out trips like these.  The key is the maps published by the Adventure Cycling Association, which are amazingly complete and detailed.  We generally have a good idea where we'll stay for the next two or three nights at any given time, but we don't plan any further ahead than that. For example, tomorrow we know we'll be a bit tired from today's hard ride (82 very hilly miles) and we know we have a big climb to do.  So we plan to do a bit shorter day, about 60 miles.  The maps tell us what services are available in each town along the route, including phone numbers for motels, campgrounds, sheriff, etc., and we study them--especially the elevation contours--nightly.
 
More later,
 
Doug
 

Day 11 Clifton, AZ to Silver City, NM

Miles 80
Time 5:40
Avg speed 14.4

Day 11 Marking another milestone along the route

Day 11 Doug making a new friend at the Last Chance Liquor store in Buckhorn, NM

Day 11 Bicycle friendly sign

Day 11 Cattle crossing marks the New Mexico state line

Day 11 We've been riding for nearly 2 hours and the cateye says 11 miles

Day 10 Safford, AZ to Clifton, AZ

Miles 44
Time 3:15
Avg speed 13.6

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Day 10 Hot chocolate in Three Way after a chilly descent

Blog: Girding our Loins

On the Droid tonight from Clifton,  AZ a small mining town 20 miles from the NM border.  But that 20 miles will take around 3 hours,  maybe more.   Likely to be chilly too but that's better than heat for hard climbs.
Some light rain delayed us this morning, but we stayed dry on our 45 mile ride from Safford.  We had some tailwind, some crosswind and some headwind and one big climb.  Mountainsides covered with small orange and yellow flowers.  Just beautiful.  More great roads.  These are hardy folks here, mostly Mexican or Indian.
All is according to plan so far.
Doug

Monday, March 22, 2010

Apache Territory

On March 22, Doug wrote:
 
Yesterday's entry was typed on my Droid cellphone, and it's hard to write a lot or correct mistakes, especially when I'm tired.  Tonight I'm at a hotel computer.
 
First, I have to back up and issue a big THANK YOU to Cheryl's friends John, Vi and Kirsten, who took wonderful care of us in Phoenix.  Couldn't possibly ask for more hospitality--or nicer people either.  Cheryl, we miss you! 
 
Also have to comment once again on how ENORMOUS metropolitan Phoenix is.  From the town of Surprise on the west end to Apache Junction on the east it's easily a 6 hour bike ride in urban conditions the whole time, though the eastern 2/3 had MUCH better roads for biking.  All the way to Phoenix, riding through the desert, I found myself thinking how much room there is; that mankind couldn't possibly fill it all up.  But now that I've seen Phoenix I'm not so sure...
 
Spent last night in Globe, and we were too whupped when we got there to do much but sign in at the first motel we came to, order pizza delivery and go to bed.  This morning we found it to be a VERY pretty town on the side of a hill even though a huge copper mine looms over the entire area on the very same hill.  Very picturesque.
 
Our ride today was through the Gila valley, and much of it was on an Apache indian reservation.  Again we see that the Indians appear to be living in very poor, impoverished conditions, but possibly the natural beauty of their surroundings is some compensation.  At least I hope so.  They are very friendly, nice people who almost without exception come up and talk to us about our trip. 
 
The views remained stunning all day with mountains in the distance on both sides, and some tall ones in front of us that are snow-capped.  I suspect we'll be climbing over a couple of passes in those mountains in the next few days.  But today was relatively flat, only 80 miles, and after lunch the wind shifted from a light headwind to a light tailwind--something we haven't felt nearly enough of--so that we actually had a decent average speed for the day--over 15 mph.  It'll be a few days before we match that again--we have the hardest climbs of the trip coming up, including the continental divide and Emory Pass (8228 ft.). 
 
Again today we were blessed with extremely good pavement--something that has been the rule nearly the entire ride.  Even the shoulders are usually passable, depending on one's tolerance for broken glass--which lines the roads everywhere we go.  Many of the roads have rumble strips separating the travelled portion from the shoulder, and I'm much more willing to ride to the left of these strips, keeping an eye on my rear-view mirror for traffic and dodging on to the shoulder when necessary.  Kathy prefers to ride the shoulder and dodge the glass.  We're slowly working out a compromise which includes factors like the amount of traffic, the condition of the shoulder and the width of the lane.  Generally the lanes are wide and the cars give us plenty of room, and we've only had one close call--back in California in the desert on a curvy, narrow section with no shoulders and very limited sight distances.
 
The bikes are holding up fine, and nothing hurts so much I can't ignore it--except my butt once in a while.  It is daunting to wake up each morning and consider what the day holds, but hey, the only thing we have to do is ride our bikes!!  Seriously, this is beautiful territory here, wild and wide open, and the weather has been as good as we could expect.

Day 9 Food

What I ate today:

2 bowls of Cheerios
1 hard boiled egg
2 slices toast
Mac and cheese
Doritos
Strawberry yogurt
Orange
Choc chip cookie ice creamsandwich
1/2 banana
Scrambled eggs
Hash browns
Toast
Corona (with lime!)
Bottomless bowl of corn chips
Salsa
Pinto beans with diced tomatoes
2 flour tortillas
chocolate ice cream cone

I think I'm done for the day!

Day 9 Globe, AZ to Safford, AZ

Miles 81
Time 5:10
Avg speed 15.7

Day 9 Happens every day after the ride - our bags explode

Day 9 Between the wind and sun, our clothes dried in 40 minutes

Day 9 Saw dozens of these memorial signs along Route 60

Day 9 Dedication: starting an 80 mile day with Pilates

Day 8 We're holding up better than the cacti!

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Day 8 Phoenix, AZ to Globe, AZ

Miles 106
Time 7:40
Avg speed 13.7

Spring in the desert

Phase II Begins

Kathy and I said goodbye to Cheryl today.   She's flying home from Phoenix.  We spent nearly 60 miles just getting to the east end of Phoenix, then after lunch in Apache Junction the climbing began.   Serious climbing.

After 5 hours of warming up,  the climb to Superior--30miles, was kind of hard work.   But it was a piece of cake compared to the next 11 miles.  At the top we were too tired to really enjoy the 8 mile descent to Miami/Globe,  site of a huge copper mine,  and blessedly, some motels.  106 miles,  around 6000 feet of climbing, seven and a half hours in the saddle.

Almost forgot to mention the worst part--a tunnel east of Superior so steep we had to ride it in our easiest gear--34x27-- while cars and trucks whizzed past with their gas pedals floored due to the climb.   And the trucks coming the other way use their Jake brakes to help slow down.   Amazingly loud,  definitely scary.  Maybe Cheryl knew exactly what she was doing missing that part.

We'll sleep well tonight.

Doug

Friday, March 19, 2010

Day 6 Yep, Cheryl made it too

Living Large

On 3/19/10 Doug wrote:
 
As the pictures show, the three of us made it to the south rim of the grand canyon.  It was quite a ride, to say the least.  Made it just in time for sunset, and the low-angle lighting really highlighted the strata in the walls.  Really looking forward to the ride back to Phoenix tomorrow--over 5000 feet of descending, and we should get some tailwind too!
 
We've been getting comments from some of you now that Cheryl and Kathy, a/k/a the pulchritudinous pair, sorted out how to get the 'comment' part of the blog working.  Zolton wonders how the bikes are working, and so far everything is perfect.  Amazingly, no flats despite rolling over plenty of glass.  Only one moderate-sized cut in one tire. No wheel or chain troubles either. 
 
Do have to say that food and lodging are both more expensive than I expected, but c'est la vie!
 
Can hardly believe how big Phoenix is.  Our base at Cheryl's friend's house is west of downtown -- the side we came in from, but it was still 12 - 15 miles from where civilization took over from desert.  Looks like at least 20 more to make it out the other side.
 
 

Day 6 It was a long ride, but we finally made it!

Day 5 Wickenburg

Day 5 Making friends in Wickenburg

Thursday, March 18, 2010

More "Rest"

on March 18, 2010, Doug wrote:
 
Another relatively easy day--60 miles--from Salome, AZ to Wickenburg, AZ, which is quite a little tourist town.  On U.S 60 all day, a beautiful stretch of road.  Great pavement running right through the middle of a valley with moderately-sized mountains on both sides of us. Lots of wildflowers and Seguaro cactuses (cacti?) 
 
Ran into 3 other X-C riders today.  First, a couple heading west from Phoenix to San Diego then up the coast to Washington, fully loaded, who seemed a bit daunted by what they'd bitten off.  They said their bikes weighed 70 lbs loaded, and I'd be daunted by the thought of pedaling all that up the mountains they'll be getting to shortly too.
 
The other guy, Fred Hines, represents the complete opposite end of the spectrum.  He's 30, very fit, says he's done some Ironman triathlons, and intends to do the entire crossing west to east in three weeks--that's 150 miles a day with no rest days!!  We left Sunday and he left Tuesday and he already caught us!!  Most amazing was how little stuff he has with him.  We're the most lightly packed riders we'd seen up till now, but Fred had nearly nothing more than we'd want for an all day ride except pants and a shirt for the evenings.  I doubt his extra stuff weighed 5 lbs!  If he gets caught in the rain or the weather's cold in the mountains, he'll really suffer.
 
We're supposed to get our first--and badly overdue--taste of tailwind tomorrow, another "easy" day into Phownix, where we plan a day off. 

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Recovery Ride

Only 65 miles today. Three 1000 ft climbs, and the headwind settled down to 10 mph or so. Getting plenty of heat acclimation though. 85 today.

The roads were good, no complaints despite our route included 26 uphill miles on I-10, the freeway from LA to Phoenix!!

Stunning scenery, beyond words. Rain last week means wildflowers lining the freeway, but the mountains silhouetted against the sky at dusk...

Only tiny towns today. We crossed our first border, into Arizona, over the Colorado river and our holdup for the night about 60 miles into Arizona in a scrubby desert town, Salome, which is primarily run down shacks and mobile homes. More great Mexican food and extra time off the bike are welcome.

Ahhh...

A couple of shady characters in Brenda, AZ

Wild flowers line I-10

Riding along I-10

Conserving energy for the ride

Day 3 Doug attempts to solve the enigma of the lounge chair

Day 3 Glorious shade at the Border Patrol

Day 3 Doug and Cheryl riding through the dunes

Day 3 Rest stop at Crazy Kevins

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Talk about Luck

Forgot the best story of the day.   About 40 miles past Glamis, a huge RV pulled up next to us,  honked  and handed Kathy the leg warmers she mistakenly left at Crazy Keven's trailer/store back at the TV trailhead.  What luck!  The sort of thing that restores faith in humanity.  Doug

What's For Desert

On March 16, 2010, Doug wrote:
 
Kindly recall yesterday's blog where I wrote of seeing enough hay to feed every cow in the USA.  Today we found where all that hay goes.  A few miles east of Brawley we rode past a factory beef-fattening farm of humongous proportions.  Cows were packed in right next to one another in an area that was at least a half mile by a mile!!! Cheryl says she's seen similar operations in Colorado or Nebraska but this was several times larger.  Unbelieveable.  So was driving past roadside markets selling BAGS of acovados for $3.00!
 
We knew we were facing 90 miles in the desert today and that it would be a hard day.  To say our expectations were realized is a bit of an understatement!  We got full doses of three out of the four 'H's of bicycling.  Hills (mountains by Michigan standards), headwind, heat, but no humidity.  Believe me, the other three were enough--especially the headwind.  Not much to slow it down in the desert either.  The heat was pretty oppressive too, though the locals said it was 'only' 85 degrees.  90 miles took over six and a half hours of time in the saddle. 
 
Turned out we only had a 40 mile section without any stores.  Good thing, too.  I drank 75 ounces of water in the nearly three hours that section took, and I'm at nearly two gallons of liquid for the day counting a beer for dinner and coffee at breakfast.  To get through the day, I ate a bowl of cereal, a yogurt, a bagel, a huge muffin, orange juice, V-8 juice, several fig newtons, a banana, a small bag of peanuts, a cheese samdwich, potato salad, two cokes, and several handfuls of Fritos--all before dinner. 
 
Our route took us through Glamis--pop. 13--which apparently is the ORV/dirt motorcycle/dune buggy capital of the world.  The guy at the concession there said that over a hundred thousand sand-crazed lunatics are there during the peak season--before Xmas--and over a million show up annually.  Believe me, there's plenty of room for all of them. We saw enough sand today to make a hundred Sleeping Bears!  We also saw a hole one mile deep and five miles around (used to be e gold mine)  which the City of Los Angeles is setting up to hold garbage!  Who knew the desert had so many uses??!!
 
We finally, and I do mean finally, got to Blythe about 4:15,.  Our motel has a pool!!  I dove right in, and how the heck the water could be in the high 60's with that sun beating down on it is certainly mysterious!  But it felt great and so did the lounge chairs close by.  Dinner was some excellent Mexican fare.  I'll be sound asleep by 9:00 at the latest.
 
 

Monday, March 15, 2010

An Epic Ride

On Monday 3/17 Doug Wrote:
An amazing ride today. Started in the mountains east of San Diego in a very pretty town, Pine Valley, about 3000 feet up. The first 28 miles were pretty brutal--around 3500 feet of climbing in roughly 1000 vertical-foot sections--each one MUCH higher than any climb in Michigan. The Santa Anna winds decided to pay us a visit too, and they weren't very friendly. Cross- and headwinds gusting to a good 40 mph blew us across deserted roads. Combined with the steep climbs often reduced us to 5 mph. We were so close to the Mexican border we saw big sections of border fencing. Frankly, I'd think that, at least where we were, the forbidding terrain would be fence enough to keep anyone away.
Eventually we made it to the eastern side of the mountains and--due to a lack of any other option--proceeded to descend 3500 feet in 8 miles on the freeway--Interstate 8--into the Imperial Valley at Ocotillo, where the only place to eat was a poorly stocked convenience store. Luckily the wind was much lighter coming down out of the moutnains. 40 mph on a loaded touring bike in gusting crosswinds would be pretty scary! Instead we had a fun ride down, and the cars were generally very polite. Actually that was our second section of freeway, and we have one or two more comimg up! Big difference between the high desert in the mountains and the low desert--about 20 degrees difference. Would NOT want to be here in July. High tomorrow--85. High today--82. And the sun just beats down!
The Imperial Valley may grow a bazillion veggies a bit further north, but it's all desert here, and is even a bit below sea level. But blessedly--since our legs are trashed after two days of tough climbing--it's really flat. We did have to cope with some headwind for about 45 miles once we made it to the desert. For a long while we saw nothing but rocks, sand and sagebrush. Them we came across an enormous drywall factory, the only ediface in the aptly named Plaster City. Shortly thereafter we began to see signs of irrigation, and then hay bales, hay bales, and more hay bales. Honestly, I can't imagine all the cattle in the USA could possibly consume all the hay we saw this afternoon. Acres and acres of bales stacked 15 or 20 feet high. El Centro, CA must be the hay capital of the world.
We still had 20 miles to go after El Centro to Brawley, where we finished the day with about 90 miles and also where I sit in front of the computer in the lobby of the Brawley Inn--a genuine oasis in a none-too-attractive town.. Tomorrow we head to Blythe, CA, on the Arizona border. It will be one of the most deserted sections of the entire trip. We have to pack enough food and water for the entire 90 miles.

Creative clothes dryer

Cheryl and Kathy elevating legs after a long day in the saddle

Cheryl, Doug and Kathy enjoying a nutritious lunch at the Texico station in Ocatillo

Map check along Insterstate 8

Doug and Cheryl along Old US 80

Breakfast at Major's Diner in Pine Valley

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Let the Fun Begin

We dipped our wheels in the Pacific and began pedaling in earnest today.  Beautiful day and a light tailwind only partly offset 6000 vertical feet of climbing and 42 lb.--loaded--bikes. We only did 55 of the 73 planned miles.  Dont want to overdo the first day! Spending the night in Pine Valley,  Ca. Great grub so far. 
Doug

Recovery drinks

Ceremonial dipping

Doug and the Pulchritudes