Fields & Streams

Another atmospheric river is headed our way, bringing three or four days of heavy rain. Sunday I went out for a 20-mile random loop ride on a last-chance sunny day.

Over the summer I was passing by a nearby corn field about once a week, taking photos to track the progress of the crop. I missed a week, then when I rode by this week the harvest was done, just a few stalks left for the geese. There are nearby pumpkin farms in season, too.

As I was crossing the Nooksack River bridge on Slater Road I remembered that the new section of the river trail, between Slater and Marine Drive, was set to re-open after September 30, and I decided to turn off to try out the new trail.

End of the trail, at the Marine Drive bridge

This part of the river bank is prone to floods and wash-outs in the rainy season. I've ridden it several times in fall and spring, and taken many photos of the interesting effects of water over the banks. After the big floods a few years ago, the trail was closed for rebuilding and restoration, I think by state, county and tribal river management authorities

The trail had been blocked off for over a year; it was scheduled to open earlier in the spring, but apparently users (or abusers) damaged the work, and it was closed again to allow time for new plantings to take hold. Last time I rode the trail, before the restoration work, I encountered some people on heavy, fat-tire e-bikes, which are probably too heavy and too fast for this environment.

This time it was hard to recognize old landmarks on the way - the rooty or washed-out spots are gone now, and the trail has been shifted farther back from the river edge, with cedar and pine saplings and understory bushes planted between the trail and the water. The trail is flat double-track with a thick grass strip down the middle, and sandy or muddy stretches are gone. It seems the trail-builders put down a layer of ballast rock, buried it with dirt, then covered that with a layer of plastic mesh that allows grass and weeds to take hold on the surface.

I was riding my touring bike, which has somewhat wider 700x32mm tires but no shocks or suspension, and I know the ballast rock was there because I felt every bump and jolt for two or three miles. By the time I got to Marine Drive at the end of the trail, my wrists and shoulders hurt so much that I decided to leave the trail and return home on pavement via Ferndale Road. I wouldn't try my road bike on it again, and I'm sorry to say it's one trail where e-bikes probably shouldn't be allowed. It's a very pretty trail, but maybe better for walkers, runners and light suspension bikes. In fact, I'd like to walk it sometime so I can get a better view of changes to the river and sand bars along the way.

Day-Trip to White Rock BC

Despite living barely 25 miles south of the border, the last time I visited Canada was pre-pandemic. I've heard about people who would take quick trips across the border just to shop at Ikea - or used to in the old days - but for myself, I only make infrequent visits by car, bus, train or bicycle. The last time was my trip to Vancouver Island to ride the Galloping Goose Trail in 2018, when I returned home on the BC Ferry and rode my bike across the border to Blaine.

Last week was perfect for an end-of-summer trip to White Rock BC, which I'd been meaning to try all summer. The morning started cool and foggy but by lunchtime it was sunny and warm, with cool breezes by the water.

The border crossing has been re-configured since my last trip, and there is very little in the way of signage or directions for bicycles and pedestrians. Now, crossing from the US to Canada, I rode my bike on 2nd Street, then through some parking lots to Peach Arch Park and finally on the left-hand side of the car lanes to the Canadian border check point. There I waited outside a glassed-in entry way until an officer in the booth motioned me in to check my passport. A few brief questions and she waved me through.

In the old days - easily twenty years ago - there was a turn-off to the left, across the highway, leading to a very sketchy looking dirt road along the water-side. There were a few houses, and some large plywood signs spray-painted with messages saying "You are on camera! Don't even try!" The road lead to a creek crossed by small foot bridge that ended in a park in the town of White Rock.

Turns out this road is on tribal land, and it is now blocked off. There was a check-point of some sort and I might have been allowed to pass, but I didn't ask. Instead I kept to a paved sidewalk on the right hand side of the highway that ran past a golf course to a highway exit lane. At the 8th Street overpass I went left/west through a couple of roundabouts and down the hill to White Rock.

These two photos are from the White Rock side of the sketchy road/bridge. From previous trips, I remembered more trees and a shorter bridge, and I wondered whether the river mouth might have been washed out during the floods in 2020. Or maybe the brush and trees have been cleared for border security reasons.

Brunch with a view

In White Rock, there is a paved walkway between the train tracks and the bay. It's a little narrow, and there were lots of pedestrians out strolling and enjoying the view. I was a little surprised that I was the only bicyclist on the path and kept looking for signs banning bicycles. The only ones I saw said "stay off the train tracks" so I rode up and down by the beach a couple of times. I stopped to walk my bike in crowded spots, and turned off to ride on the street in some places. And of course, stopped for a photo at the legendary White Rock on the beach, and walked the longest pier in Canada.

After a while a very grumpy man yelled "No bicycles!" as I rode by. I ignored him until I got to the next crossing gate, where I finally did see a "no bicycles" sign. That's when I decided to stop for lunch.

I am ashamed and contrite. I apologize to all trail-users.

White Rock has lots of Indian, Chinese and sushi places, also fish & chips and burgers, but I think ice cream shops outnumber them all. I had panini and espresso.

Going home, I back-tracked on my route to Peace Arch Park. Then I rode on the left side of the south-bound lanes until I got to an emergency vehicles turn-off lane that led to the front of the US border crossing offices. I locked up my bike by the entrance and walked in to "Line A" where the officer, who seemed a little amused, cleared me through quickly. Locking and unlocking my bicycle probably took more time than going through the border screening, but I never take a chance on leaving my bike unsecured. I wouldn't expect Homeland Security to guard my bicycle.

This was a 50-mile excursion for lunch and I'm glad I went because this week it's pouring rain and I'm supposed to be starting a new job next week.

O Pattern of Life Indelible

Once the Northwest Washington Fair left the county, it seemed like a good time for a peaceful Sunday ride to Lynden. I have enjoyed attending the Fair in the past, but as I get older I find I dislike crowds and commotion. Also, it seemed like kind of a MAGA atmosphere this year and I don't fit in too well with that crowd.

The petunias are spectacular as usual, and I tried out the coffee shop at the Lynden Firehouse arts center. The coffee was good, but they need a better selection of sweet pastries.

On the way home I rode down Hannegan, and got to try out the new roundabout at Smith Road. The bike lane markings are clear and the curb cuts are well-placed. The crosswalks hadn't been painted in yet and there was a lot of bare dirt that could use some plantings and landscaping. But pedestrians, bikes and cars will all be able to flow through the intersection smoothly.

A couple of weekends later I came through the roundabout by car on a rainy Saturday. (I was on my way to join a Million Trees Project work party, digging up blackberry roots in the rain at the Rutsatz Forest Reserve.)

A work crew was out at the roundabout putting up some signs and lighting, I think. Traffic was only allowed on one lane on Smith Road, and it was very slow and backed up. The crew had several big, white trucks that almost looked like fire trucks, and at least one very tall lift-arm bucket thing raised high over the safety island in the middle.

I'm not sure what they were doing. I guess I'll have to ride out that way again soon. This is the view from Smith Road, looking back at Hannegan:

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Center

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On the Road Again

just a sprinkling for the May Queen

It's been four years since I crash-landed on my elbows after my first day back at work after the pandemic shut-down. That was my worst bicycling mis-hap (so far), resulting in a trip to Urgent Care for a few stitches and some antibiotics. My Cannondale Synapse came through with only some torn handlebar tape, which I replaced with some cool zigzag patterned stuff. I took a few days off from riding but then, because bus service was still too limited for commuting, it was back to riding my old Northwest Drive route to and from work. 

Not long after, the Cannondale developed a wobble in the rear hub. This had been a recurring problem that began because the wheel apparently wasn't built right. Added to that, even though the bike was designed for pavement-riding only, during the summer I lived and worked on San Juan Island I had put on a rear rack & panniers and used it for grocery shopping and rail-trail riding. So the bike actually held up pretty well under my abuse. Anyhow, I stopped riding it for a while, in favor of the little Specialized TriCross consignment bike I bought near the end of the shut-down. This bike was designed for racks & panniers on gravel trails, but it's an extra-extra-small, which lately has begun to feel a little bit too small.

Finally I decided to take the Cannondale in to REI to see if they could fix the rear hub. I've explained the trouble with the wheel build before but this time the master mechanic saw the issue and seemed agreeable to fixing it. The work was more expensive than I expected and I'm still a little bothered that the REI shop wouldn't address the problem when I first brought it up after purchase several years ago. But the mech did a good job with it, and after all the hard use I've put the poor bike through I decided to just call it normal wear and tear. Last week, after removing the rear rack, I took it out for a pavement-only ride on the new wheel. The small-size Synapse definitely fits better than the XXS TriCross but I kept having to remind myself I couldn't turn off the pavement and take gravel trails through the parks. And I need to rig up some kind of handle-bar bag so I can carry a spare tube and some tools, and my wallet and keys. And without my heavy-duty cable & lock, I'll have to skip coffee-shop stops.

Which might be for the best, because during the recent spell of hot weather I was skipping bike rides while making daily coffee shop visits for an iced americano and pastry.

Fish Tacos Friday

Sasquatch always has the right of way

Summer has been late in coming, but the past few weeks we've had a hot spell with extreme heat advisories. It actually hasn't seemed that bad to me, the temperature hasn't gone above 90F yet. A few days have been in the 80s and my apartment became uncomfortably warm in the afternoons, and difficult to sleep in at night. But I keep the lights off, blinds drawn and the door half-open when I'm home. With a couple of small electric fans running and lots of iced drinks (non-alcoholic) I'm fine. I've been waking before 6am most mornings and try to get out for a ride while it's still cool.

Today has been a bit cooler so I got out early for one of my favorite summer brunch rides, from Ferndale to Blaine, with a lunch break at the Mexican Grill. This time I did my usual route in reverse, going clockwise. Usually I head out of town on Enterprise Road and ride the fairly flat farm roads to Blaine then take the water-side route coming home.

Today I started with a stiff one-mile climb up Vista Drive to Church Road. After that comes some not-too-hard rolling hills and flat roads to Birch Bay. I rode the scenic route by the beach, then on to the hillier, wooded road over the bluff, past some pricey view houses and the Semiahmoo golf course development. Then there's a big,  kind of scary downhill just before the turn-off to Blaine via Peace Portal Drive. It was 24 miles to the Mexican Grill where I ordered my favorite fish tacos, after stopping in at Starbucks for a 16oz iced americano. After the hilly start I was very hungry and glad to enjoy a favorite treat.

The Blaine Music Festival is going on this weekend, and the town is still decked out for the 4th of July. While I was in town I stopped at the Visitor's Center to ask about bicycling across the border. Google Maps said cyclists have to use the truck crossing now, but the nice lady at the desk said we can still just walk/ride through Peace Arch Park to the Canadian Border offices. (I'm planning ahead for another excursion.)

Retracing my usual route backwards was a little tricky and I was pretty hot and tired by the time I got close to Ferndale. In the last few miles I got that painful sensation of having a large rock in my right shoe just at the base of my toes but I stretched my leg out and straightened my back on the bike, which helped enough to get me back home. It was a 45-mile round-trip.

This weekend the Ragnar relay race is on, with runners on the road starting at the border, passing through Bellingham, and ending 200 miles later, on Whidbey Island. It's billed as a Northwest Passage event, one of those things that any Pacific Northwesterner who wants to call themselves a runner/biker has to do once. Kind of like the Seattle-to-Portland bike ride, except that Ragnar looks like much more of a painful ordeal, to be running on paved roads in the heat.

Surprised Myself

WYSIWYG

I hate taking selfies, but here I am with helmet hair at 65 years old.

All this month I had been meaning to go for a 65 mile ride to commemorate this milestone birthday. I thought, given my usual average speeds, that the ride would take me at least six hours, maybe seven, so I procrastinated because I just haven't felt like devoting a whole day to logging miles around Whatcom County. Suddenly it's the last week of the month and the weather is iffy, with only a few days when rain isn't in the forecast.

Today, Wednesday, I woke early in the morning. My other plans for the day had been cancelled so it seemed like a good day to get out for a ride before the rains came. I didn't really feel like doing the whole 65 miles, but thought I'd head out to Everson and then maybe cruise through Lynden and add on other detours and loops, depending on how I felt.

People have told me I'm a diesel engine - I start slow, but once I get warmed up and get my steam up I keep going pretty strong for a long time, though maybe not very fast. When I got to the Glen Echo Community Center, about 20 miles from home, I was getting warm. I took a long way around to get to Lynden, coming in on Hampton Road, which is being repaved and widened, with new bike lanes. On the smooth, virgin blacktop I was zipping along at about 15mph, pretty fast for me, until flaggers and orange cones for the paving project appeared, and I had to stop for about 10 minutes until they waved traffic through. Not long after that the wind turned around and I had to fight to keep my speed up until I got on to Front Street in Lynden.

Conveniently, my odometer hit 30 miles just as I reached The Woods coffee shop, where I stopped for a snack break. After that I back-tracked down Front Street to Hannegan Road, planning to add on 10-mile or 5-mile increments to maybe eventually add up to 65 miles. Or not, if I didn't feel like it.

A new roundabout is under construction at Hannegan and Smith Road, so I turned off before that intersection, at Axton Road. There are a few small rolling hills on the first bit of Axton, and I had to push hard to get up the first, steepest ones, but after that I got the momentum and rhythm worked out and had a pretty speedy ride back toward Northwest Drive. By this time, at about 40 miles, I was fired up and decided to aim for the whole 65 miles. I began zigzagging around to add distance. Now I'm not exactly sure what route I followed.

By the time I crossed the freeway overpass to Main Street in Ferndale, I was still about 12 miles short, getting pretty tired, and it was beginning to rain. But I stuck it out, looping around the flat farm roads west of the Nooksack River, and finally returning to town by way of the gravel trail through Hovander Park.

My bike computer showed my time at 5:22:54, with a 12.1 average speed and 24.8 maximum, probably because of the construction delay on Hampton Road. My back was hurting in the last several miles, and now my legs are sore, but I'm pretty pleased with myself. If I hadn't been so pessimistic about how long the ride would take, I probably would have gone out earlier in the month. However, I usually ride faster in cool, rainy weather. Maybe I wouldn't do so well on a warm, sunny summer day.

On Woodlyn Road, at about 50 miles

 

Dept. of Transportation

I'm still feeling a bit foolish and ambivalent about a trip I took this Memorial Day weekend, when I volunteered to help out with the 2024 Ski to Sea relay race. Usually I just stay in Ferndale to watch the canoes passing under the bridges over the Nooksack River, or walk to Hovander Park to see the paddlers staggering out of their canoes to make the hand-off to their cross-country bike rider. This year I got to see an earlier phase of the race, from the Washington State DOT station on the Mount Baker Highway, which is the start of the fourth leg of the relay. Farther up the mountain the ski and snowboard legs take place, then the road running leg, then the runner hands off to a road biker for a 44-mile ride into Everson.

Early cyclists at check-in

On Saturday morning I joined a crew of a dozen or so volunteers to set up tables, tents, signage, barriers, traffic cones etc. Then on Sunday, for race day, I left Ferndale in the dark to arrive at 5am and get organized before the first runners started coming in after 7am. I was assigned to cover the First Aid Station, even though I only have very basic first aid training, plus personal experience self-treating my own injuries. Luckily the only aid required was for a few runners who came in with blisters and needed band-aids. After the last bicycles were on the road, we packed everything up and left the DOT station as it was before the race, finishing around 1pm.

I got pretty well chilled standing around in the cold and damp, despite wearing winter layers, while runners and bikers milled around with bare legs in thin shorts, t-shirts, and various styles of road-bike apparel.

I haven't heard much about specific results, but it must have been a hard year for racers. It was cold and rainy most of the day, especially on the mountain highway. Snow conditions weren't very good this year, but the folks at the ski area managed to pile up enough snow for the two events. However, due to lack of snow melt, water levels in the river were low, the current was slow and there was more debris in the river, which would make paddling harder and more dangerous.

Cars head up the highway toward the ski slopes

Probably the hardiest and most heroic are the zero-carbon teams. The day before the race, they load up bicycles and trailers with ski and camping gear, or tow canoes and kayaks to their starting points. They camp out over night in the rain and cold and wake early to get to their starting point on foot or by bike. Then they haul all their gear home on bicycles.

The hand-off area, just before the DOT gas pumps

One of the reasons I bought a car was so that I could load it with my bike and some camping gear and drive to trail starts or event rides farther away from home without wearing myself out just getting to the starting point. I have made a few trips each year, like the Willapa Hills ride, or an annual tulip tour. With gas prices close to $5/gallon, though, I still avoid long drives. 

The foolish part of the experience is that it was a 50+ mile drive to the DOT station. For this weekend I drove at least 220 miles in two days. It was interesting to see another leg of the race, and be a peripheral part of it. Besides, I can't remember the last time I've been so far up the Mount Baker Highway and I'd kind of like to come back and make some stops to view the falls and the river. Maybe even ride my bike up the highway ... I could make it a three or four day camping trip ...