Sep 082010
 

Day 4 Reno to Klamath Falls

More amaz­ing ter­ri­to­ry today, Reno to Kla­math Falls — which is in Ore­gon and sig­ni­fies rid­ing in three states in one day for those of us not­ing such. Leav­ing Reno this morn­ing looked like rain so I got some­what rain-ready and head­ed out. Forty five miles north of Reno I thought I had got­ten clear of the threat. HA! Not Even!

Two hours lat­er I road along in mild rain for 50 miles or so. My HiViz out­fit worked as adver­tised, dry as a bone while con­tin­u­ing it’s main func­tion of glow­ing in the dark. But the tem­per­a­ture was in the high to mid 40’s and, while think­ing of stop­ping and putting on a sweater I fought that impulse, remained in char­ac­ter, and did not.

Arriv­ing in Kla­math Falls around 3:00 and stop­ping for a late lunch I final­ly under­stood my con­di­tion when I start­ed shiv­er­ing in the restau­rant and could not stop. It was dur­ing this shiv­er­fest that a dis­tant shot of san­i­ty sug­gest­ed to me that I sh/could get a motel room ASAP to get inside and out of the then cur­rent 57 degree day. But return­ing to the Suzu­ki the Coutts geneal­o­gy sec­tion of my brain sud­den­ly took con­trol and, see­ing there was plen­ty of time to ride on to Bend, had one of my fin­gers plug Bend into the GPS. Off we went for many blocks until Dar­win reassert­ed the mod­ern lay­er and had the GPS repoint­ed to the Kla­math Falls EconoLodge.

Once in the room I lay under the cov­ers for an hour and a half while my trusty (???) brain kept sug­gest­ing I get up and go for a walk around the town. My body negat­ed all those cor­ti­cal mis­fires by con­tin­u­ing to lux­u­ri­ate under the cov­ers. I did not leave the room again until morning.

For the record 1001.3 miles on the trip odome­ter with Sis­ters now with­in easy reach for Fri­day afternoon.

 Posted by at 4:04 pm
Sep 072010
 

Ashe along Highway 395 north of Tom's Place

Get­ting out of the tent this brisk and beau­ti­ful morn­ing I walked the 200 yards over to Rock Creek Lake and poked around a bit enjoy­ing being in the High Sier­ras. I then packed up and rode over to the near­by Pie in the Sky Restau­rant only to dis­cov­er that I was one hour too early. 

So I road off and down Rock Creek to High­way 395 and north to the scenic June Lakes Loop (all the hype is well placed) then con­tin­ued up 395 to Lee Vin­ing for lunch and a stop at Mono Lake. On north anoth­er 60 miles to high­way 89 where I turned west then north again to cov­er about 40 miles of friend Tom’s 113 mile 2009 Death Ride course, a good and beau­ti­ful choice. I stopped around 4:30 in a restau­rant in Tahoe City for a deli­cious and MUCH over­due turkey burger. 

Rid­ing around the west shore of Lake Tahoe to arrive at the burg­er was stun­ning. After the burg­er I planned on head­ing on up 89 to 49 then look for a place to camp. I went into three ade­quate camp­grounds but I would have been the only one in any of the three so rode out of each. I was just enough fright­ened to not wish to stay, oh well.

It was a spec­tac­u­lar evening so I road to the end of 49 then on to the end of 70 again rejoin­ing high­way 395. This 65 miles was through amaz­ing long and beau­ti­ful val­leys of cat­tle ranches.

It seemed about 35 min­utes to dark as I arrived at the junc­ture with high­way 395 and look­ing on the map north saw few choic­es for accom­mo­da­tion so I rode south 23 miles to Reno and grate­ful­ly found and stayed the night in a Super 8 Motel.

Jour­ney­ing forth unchart­ed on a motor­cy­cle has lots of sim­i­lar­i­ties to bicy­cle tour­ing, e.g. eas­i­ly start­ing up con­ver­sa­tions with folks or as with my lunch stop today in Lee Vin­ing some­one com­ing over to my table and ask­ing me to join him. Also, there is the sim­i­lar feel­ing of just being out there in the envi­ron­ment rather than mov­ing along in an iso­lat­ing glass and steel bubble.

All in all I am lov­ing doing this. As usu­al, almost the only time I am not enjoy­ing it is when I’ve rid­den too long with­out stop­ping OR have gone TOO long with­out eat­ing. Noth­ing new there.

 Posted by at 6:00 pm
Sep 062010
 

Near little lake on highway 395

At the Winnedumah hotel break­fast this morn­ing I was chat­ting with a cou­ple from San Diego. Inter­est­ing­ly enough the man of the cou­ple turned out to be best friends with Scott Allen when they were at Poway High School togeth­er. I made a small record­ing of Paul with my iPhone so I could pass it along to Scott, which I did lat­er in the week, it was all very fun.

After break­fast and load­ing up of the Suzu­ki I rode up the due west road to Onion Val­ley (that’s me in the upper left start­ing up). I have only been to there a cou­ple of oth­er times, both in the 70s. The first one was when I walked out from the trip up the John Muir Trail to pick up a food par­cel Car­ol and I had mailed our­selves to the Onion Val­ley Ranger Sta­tion. The oth­er was a few years lat­er when best friend Dave and I parked in Onion Val­ley and hiked up over Kearsarge Pass and into the Rae Lakes basin in late Octo­ber. It was a beau­ti­ful ride up to the val­ley and back down to Inde­pen­dence before head­ing north on 395.

It was up to Bish­op for a late break­fast then by the Millpond Recre­ation Area where we all used to attend the annu­al Sep­tem­ber music fes­ti­val (which is still hap­pen­ing in two weeks). Favorite bicy­cling coun­try all around this area from those years. Up the road along the low­er rock creek to Tom’s Place for a stop and shop then UP the Rock Creek Road to the end for a won­der­ful six mile hike.

After the hike I rode over and reserved camp­site #17 in the camp­ground adjoin­ing Rock Creek Lake then found out that the clos­est din­ner was at Tom’s Place, The “Pie in the Sky” restau­rant across the lake was not open for din­ner. Oh well, too hun­gry to do much inner brain bar­gain­ing so it was down the 13 miles to Tom’s. As I was eat­ing I debat­ed whether to for­go the $10 deposit I’d paid for #17 and stay in the low­er (and poten­tial­ly much warmer) camp­ground 1/4 mile from Tom’s. But I decid­ed I had not been camp­ing in the high coun­try for a long time so, well fed and con­tent, I enjoyed the 13 miles back up the moun­tain, set up my camp and wan­dered around the lake for awhile as the day was ending.

A very won­der­ful day in my favorite ter­rain. Click on the mon­tage above for some shots of the day. Click­ing in the cen­ter of the screen dur­ing the slideshow will cre­ate and pro­vide full screen images to you if you wish to see the images enlarged a bit.

 Posted by at 6:42 pm
Sep 052010
 

Near little lake on highway 395


This road has to be one of the great scenic high­ways of the world, cer­tain­ly one of my favorites. I am so grate­ful I thought to come this way and cer­tain­ly to be able to cruise through it on my Suzu­ki mag­ic car­pet, I’ve nev­er enjoyed it more than today.

Tonight I am stay­ing in Inde­pen­dence in the his­toric, i.e. 1927, Win­ndumah Hotel. I am just back in my room after sit­ting on the front porch for a cou­ple of hours watch­ing the 395 traf­fic roll by and vis­it­ing with a cou­ple on their way home from Burn­ing Man. Many inter­est­ing sto­ries accom­pa­nied by 200 images on their camera.

Friend Car­ol Born­stein’s sug­gest­ed I stop on the way here at Fos­sil Falls. I rode in the .4 miles of dirt, parked the moto with my trusty, patent­ed String-O-Board then walked in the 1/4 mile to the Fos­sil Falls. Very worth­while side trip and good to test the waters a bit beyond the tarmac.

I also stopped for a bit at Man­za­nar, as I usu­al­ly do. What a sad part of our his­to­ry. Kind of erodes the “can’t hap­pen here myth”.

Great first day out. Tomor­row it’s into the East­ern Sierra.

 Posted by at 6:00 pm
Aug 252010
 
Muzita Abyssinian Bistro in San Diego

Won­der­ful din­ner at the Muzi­ta Abyssin­ian Bistro in San Diego

Here I am with Bob and Michele, my broth­er-in-law and sis­ter, shar­ing a fan­tas­tic Ethiopi­an din­ner treat in San Diego. Note the lack of table­ware and the lim­it­ed num­ber of plates, i.e. ONE! Its all shared and done with the hands, very fun.

After our leisure­ly feast we went on to see “The Last Romance” play in the Sheryl and Har­vey White The­atre of the Old Globe Com­plex. Anoth­er great evening brought to me by Bob and Michele, thank you.

 Posted by at 6:00 pm
Aug 192010
 


Anoth­er great out­ing with Phyl­lis as we accom­pa­nied Car­ol to the Beach­side Cafe at Hendry’s Beach to watch her move from image one to image four in just 56 min­utes. Still cel­e­brat­ing the won­der vis­it to UCLA last week she want­ed an entire lob­ster to help keep the ball rolling. As we see in image four the cat def­i­nite­ly got the canary and fin­ished it!

 Posted by at 12:30 pm
Aug 182010
 
I have just this week changed host­ing ser­vices from Net­work Solu­tions to GoDad­dy. I main­ly did this for the reduced fees but have been very hap­py with the 8 or 10 tech­ni­cians I have talked to in get­ting things transferred.

Then, just a few min­utes ago I attempt­ed to post a com­ment to my recent­ly moved blog to GoDad­dy via email and found it worked flaw­less­ly. Over the last sev­er­al months I have talked with the Net­work Solu­tions folks sev­er­al times and had sim­ply giv­en up that this would ever work. I’m a hap­py camper now.
 Posted by at 4:10 pm

Lunch parking in our future (best case scenario)

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Aug 092010
 

I was over at Vista del Monte today dur­ing lunch time, roam­ing my way back to Phyl­lis’ room. I saw this shot and found it quite inter­est­ing, so cap­tured it with my cell phone.

 Posted by at 12:12 pm
Aug 062010
 

August 6, 2010: A fun and unexpected ride thru some Fiesta Parade Artifacts


It was around 12:45 p.m. and I was play­ing around on my com­put­er here in the cap­sule when I real­ized that I was hun­gry. So I decid­ed to jump on my trusty bicy­cle and head off on one of my two reg­u­lar lunch rides, to Stack­y’s in Summerland.

I had for­got­ten that it was Fies­ta Parade time so was hap­pi­ly sur­prised to find my ride down Castil­lo to be a fun filled adven­ture pass­ing parade entries return­ing to Per­sh­ing Park via Castil­lo. Click on the above image to see more of it, cour­tesy of the cam­era in my iPhone. When I final­ly got to Stack­y’s I ordered a Fies­ta Wrap. Could I have got­ten any­thing else?

Inter­est­ing fac­toid over­heard as I biked past the parade announc­ers down on Cabril­lo: Mex­i­co held rights to Alta Cal­i­for­nia for only 25 years. Back to you, Chet.

 Posted by at 1:05 pm
Aug 022010
 

Mt. Pinos hike August 2, 2010


Car­ol, Mar­garet, Ralph, and Ashe (TUS) along with Vir­ginia spent the day on Mount Pinos find­ing flow­ers, chat­ting, lunch­ing, and hiking.

Vir­ginia and Ralph arrived at Ashe’s at 9:00 a.m. where we piled into the Vol­vo and drove down the hill to pick up Car­ol then on to Carpin­te­ria to get Mar­garet on board. We decid­ed to dri­ve south on Hwy. 101, in on Hwy. 126 to Inter­state 5, then up to the Mount Pinos exit. A short stop at a Sub­way for Ashe to grab a turkey sand­wich and tank up then it was on task, i.e. off chas­ing flowers.

We end­ed up at the 8,300 foot park­ing lot where we had a nice hike into an adjoin­ing mead­ow then stopped for a shared lunch before hik­ing on up to the 8,800′ sum­mit of the moun­tain with lots of botan­i­cal stops and vis­it­ing along the way.

Our return dri­ve was quite spec­tac­u­lar, through Lock­wood Val­ley to Hwy. 33 then down to the edge of Ojai before skirt­ing Lake Casitas on Hwy. 150 and on into Carpin­te­ria to drop Mar­garet off before head­ing to San­ta Bar­bara, arriv­ing home around 7:45 p.m.

To see a slide show of our won­der­ful day click on the image above.

 Posted by at 9:00 am