Sunday, December 17, 2017

Lopez Island

Walk-on passengers ready to disembark at Friday Harbor
For businesses and residents in Friday Harbor, life in the summer turns around ferry arrivals and departures, and schedule disruptions can cause worrying business slow-downs. Some island residents rarely leave the island, and for some people who live on smaller islands that have no ferry service, a trip to Friday Harbor by private boat is a rare trip to the big city. Round-trip fare from Anacortes for a walk-on passenger with bicycle was $17.25 during the summer tourist season. Car-fare is much higher, plus fare for each passenger. But the sweetest deal for bicyclists is that car-less passengers can travel for free between San Juan, Orcas, Shaw and Lopez Islands, meaning I could island-hop at will on my days off - as long as the ferries didn't break down. Shaw Island is very small, with few roads. Orcas Island is known as the most hilly of the islands, and the ride up Mt. Constitution is supposed to be a challenging haul. Since I never seek the kind of suffer-fests you read about in cycling magazines, I never got around to riding Orcas. But I did make two trips to Lopez Island, where the roads are much more gentle and traffic is sparse.

On my first trip I got a late start, catching the ferry about 10am, planning to return on the 3pm boat. The boat trip takes about an hour, going from Friday Harbor to Orcas, a quick hop to Shaw Island, and finally Lopez Island, the last stop before the boat heads to Anacortes or back to Friday Harbor. There are no shops near the landing at the north end of Lopez Island, and no indoor waiting room, just a few vending machines (don't trust them, or the ones on the ferry) and porta-potties, and a bicycle-staging area is provided just past the parking area at the landing for tour groups. Bikes and pedestrians are usually let off the ferry ahead of cars, but the hill climb up from the ferry landing is steep so it's not a bad idea to pull off and wait for cars to pass by. Just over the hill-climb is the turn-off to Odlin County Park, where there is a beach, play fields, camping, water and bathroom facilities, but no food or shops. The left-hand turn-off leads to a little beach community near Spencer Spit State Park. Tourist maps show Center Road as a main bike route, but there isn't much shoulder, and car traffic was fast and frequent (on island terms), and drivers were unusually un-bike-friendly. On my first, shorter trip, with only a bit more than two hours to ride, I turned right to Bay Road and rode five miles to Lopez Village, then along the edge of the bay and tide flats on Fisherman Bay Road. Lopez Village is tiny but there are some nice shops, restaurants and amenities like a museum, library, and a new University of Washington medical clinic, as well as homes, a few apartment buildings, and retirement communities. With side-trips to Odlin and Spencer Spit I rode about 22 miles.
Poor excuse for photography

That trip was in late June. Wanting to explore more of the island, I returned in July on the 8am ferry, carrying more maps so I could ramble around more confidently. This time I took the left-hand fork, riding on the east side of the island on Port Stanley Road, to Lopez Sound Road, which I thought would pass along the east side of the Lopez Hill Nature Preserve. At the intersection with School Road I found the one daunting hill-climb on the island, short but about a 45-degree slope. I stopped to make a decision, and in trying to scoot across the road while standing astride my bike, my shoe accidentally clipped in to my pedal and wouldn't come loose. I stopped, standing on one foot trying to pull my foot loose, and knocked myself over in the road. My foot popped free, but I came up with a skinned knee and a lot of scrapes. I decided to skip the hill and coast down the fork to the left, where I thought Lopez Sound Road would connect back to Mud Bay Road, by-passing the unfriendly traffic on Center Road. About a mile down the road the pavement ended and turned into a dwindling gravel roadway. My map did show a gap in the road, and I began to think maybe it didn't really connect, at least not on terrain suitable for a skinny-tire road bike. Besides, my knee was bleeding unexpectedly. I turned back to the paved roadway, and had to make the steep haul after all.

School Road connects to Center Road, which after a jog to the left becomes Mud Bay Road, and I followed this as far as the Southend General Store, a small grocery, gas station, Mexican restaurant and bar near Islandale. I cleaned up my knee a bit, then went inside. The waitresses seemed suspicious of my gritty appearance at first, but after I ordered a quesadilla and ate a big pile of chips and salsa while waiting, they realized I was just hungry, thirsty and tired.

At this point I was about half-way through the time available, so I headed back toward the ferry landing, intending to visit Shark Reef Sanctuary on the way. But I think I missed the turn-off to Shark Reef - I came to an old boat landing on a rocky point by Jones Bay, with big, rusty gasoline tanks. There was a dirt road passing by some beach houses, heading toward a rocky outcrop, but it looked like private access, not a public road, and I didn't want to trespass. I took Richardson Road back to Fisherman Bay Road, through Lopez Village again, and found a small local community co-op grocery store, where I bought some snacks and beverages, then headed back to the ferry landing.

Where I discovered that a ferry had broken down, and the next arrival was delayed to almost 6pm, leaving me with three more hours to amuse myself. I rode back to Odlin Park, but didn't want to go far because I was already getting hungry and tired again. I noticed a steep paved road that turned off from Ferry Road a little past the bicycle staging area. It was called Penny Lane, and it was blocked off by big cement barriers but was accessible on foot. I decided to explore a bit, and discovered a pretty little nature trail on top of a rocky outcrop called Upright Head. The area is only a few square acres, but there are dirt paths winding through forests of Doug firs, madrona, huckleberry and salal bushes. In a couple of spots at the bluff edge, old stone and log terraces present gorgeous views of Orcas Island with Mount Baker in the distance. At various spots along the trail there are big, white granite stones which I had assumed were glacial erratics, dumped on the hilltop by receding glaciers, but on second thought it's possible they were left by bulldozers during construction of the ferry landing and roadway.

The ferry break-down made for a long day - I didn't get back to Friday Harbor until after 7pm, and still had to ride four miles back home in addition to riding about 45 miles on Lopez Island. But I'm glad I discovered the Upright Head trails while I was waiting. It was a good lesson in making the best of adversity.

I am very sorry to say that the photos I took on this ride all disappeared when my phone self-immolated at the end of the summer. But since I didn't get to at least two spots I wanted to see, I will just have to add Lopez Island to my list of places to visit again next summer.

Monday, November 20, 2017

Riding San Juan Island (part 2)

Spring Street - Friday Harbor's main drag,
and departure route for cars coming off the ferry
There is really no way to avoid hill-climbing on San Juan Island, but on most routes around the island the downhill runs balance out the climbs nicely. I'm not wild about hill-climbing, either, but I do enjoy long downhill stretches where I can lean in and fly. Over the summer we had two shop customers who had unhappy experiences only a mile or two away from the shop, both of them beginners who panicked on a downhill stretch and wiped out in the ditch. Neither was hurt badly, but the crashes spoiled their days, and it was distressing for us at the shop, too.

As I've mentioned before, wifi signals on the island are not reliable, so I strongly recommend taking along a paper map. Free tourist maps are pretty good, even though they don't show hills or mileage. Also, be sure to carry along food and drink because there are few shops or services outside of the town of Friday Harbor. Snack bars, restrooms and tourist centers in the parks are only open Memorial Day through Labor Day.

After my first ventures on Cattle Point Road to American Camp, I went for a ride around the island by way of Bailer Hill Road, to West Side Road, returning to town on Roche Harbor Road. This loop is only about 25-30 miles long and stronger riders can do it in only a few hours, but you'll pass many of the island's most scenic spots along the way. I brought along a sandwich and snacks and made it a day-trip. The rolling hills on West Side Road are tiring to ride, but there are wide-open views across Haro Strait to Vancouver Island. Lime Kiln Park, also known as Whale Watch Park, is a good view point for anyone who doesn't want to pay for a cruise or kayak adventure, but whales have been scarce recently. There is a little lighthouse, and historical exhibits about the lime kiln that operated there past WWII, burning up most of the old-growth trees on the island along with the rock itself. A little farther on is San Juan County Park, with a beach where kayak launching and camping space is available. West Side Road turns on to Mitchell Bay Road which passes an alpaca farm, where I saw two mild-eyed white alpacas munching grass while wading belly-deep in a pond. (Someone keeps a camel at another farm on the island, I forget which road.) English Camp Historic Park is situated at Westcott and Garrison Bays. This is the settlement established by British-Canadian forces that opposed the Americans who camped at the other end of the island during the Pig War. From there I rode as far as the Roche Harbor airfield then headed back to town on Roche Harbor Road, which has wide bike lanes on both sides and more gentle rolling hills. This is a popular out-and-back ride for tourists, about ten miles each way. The road passes by San Juan Vineyards, but some riders don't make it past the winery tours there.

Along False Bay Road
This loop is the main sight-seeing route around the island. But my off-work days on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday gave me a whole summer of three-day "weekends" to explore the central roads on the island. My last post mentioned my favorite False Bay loop. Once I rode several miles along Roche Harbor Road, then turned off on Egg Lake Road, which runs past some little lakes or ponds, and a quarry on a steep bluff that looms up on the right. Egg Lake Road connects to Beaverton Valley Road, where you can turn left back to town, or right toward West Valley Road, or take a central route on Boyce Road.

Please Drive Slowly Lane, just off San Juan Valley Road
These smaller connector roads through the center of the island are where many year-round islanders live and operate small farms and businesses. There are some equestrian ranches, with lower-budget camping or "glamping" space. You'll see a lot of quirky island humor along with rustic homes and farm scenes and I really enjoyed rambling around at random, though I did get mixed up sometimes about which roads connected, and which one passed some spot I wanted to revisit. But that just gave me more opportunity to explore.

Near the end of the summer I finally visited Roche Harbor Resort, and the upscale community at the end of the road that branches off to the left from the little airfield. There were a lot of custom homes under construction here over the summer on the steep slopes above the resort, and some pricey shops and restaurants at the marina, catering to high-end tourists and owners of pricey homes and real estate nearby. I stopped here for coffee and a snack, but it seemed that bicycle shop workers are looked on with some suspicion here. Still, Roche Harbor people were some of the bike shop's best customers over the summer, even though they could be demanding at times.
Alternative transportation modes, along Schoolhouse Road No. 2


I'm sorry for the long delay between posts - I've had some trouble getting my wifi set up running since I got back to Ferndale. Also, I'm sorry for the poor quality of my photos. Now I regret not having brought along a better camera.

Friday, October 27, 2017

American Camp on San Juan Island

When I visited San Juan Island back in March to check out the bike shop job, the weather was cold and rainy on Wednesday and Friday, the days I was biking and riding the ferry to and from the island. I spent a few hours those days visiting the bike shop, and some local coffee shops, and walking and window-shopping the business area close to the ferry landing. Luckily Thursday turned sunny and pleasant enough to take off for an afternoon bike ride to explore a bit more of the island. Bundled up in UnderArmour, fleece and wind-resistant pants, I took off on Cattle Point Road out to American Camp, about a six mile ride from town. It's a fairly easy ride with pretty good bike lanes most of the way, though there is one steep hill about a mile out of town, not far past the small airport, and rolling hills the rest of the way. Along the way you pass some small farms and woodlands, and quick glimpses of the bay through the trees.

The tourist information center at American Camp closes for the winter between Labor Day and Memorial Day. I rode past it through the parking lot to a dirt trail beyond, which led to the historic buildings left by General Pickett's army outpost. If you stay on the island for long there is no way to avoid learning about the Pig War and General Pickett, who is presently being discredited for fighting in the Civil War on the Confederate side. I'll skip the history lesson, except to say that Gen. Pickett was stationed in Bellingham before being sent to defend San Juan Island from the British. Some of the buildings at American Camp were built with material from dismantled Fort Bellingham buildings.


Past the camp buildings the dirt road leads to a hill-top prairie with views of San Juan Strait to the left and Haro Strait to the right. By the roadside I noticed a cluster of blooming yellow daffodils at the foot of a straggly lilac bush just showing its first spring leaves in the bright sun and raw wind. I saw quail, foxes and rabbits in the grass, and bald eagles skimming above the hillsides. The fresh wind, beautiful views and solitude of the place convinced me that this was where I wanted to spend my summer.

Cattle Point Road also leads to some of the few public beach access points on the island, at South Beach and Fourth of July Beach. (In my commitment to customer service, I rode out this way many times over the summer, just to make sure I was giving accurate information and a realistic idea of the difficulty of the ride, to tourists who visited the bike shop.)
Jakle's Lagoon and San Juan Strait - to the east (more or less)
Haro Strait to the southwest
I believe this may be a sheep-dip.
Or some sort of military emplacement.
Later in the summer I discovered a turn-off from Cattle Point Road to False Bay Road, a shady, winding downhill run through the woods. The road flattens out at False Bay, a shallow and sometimes pungent-smelling but pretty tide-flat; then it twists around a bit past some small farms, and connects to Beiler Hill Road. I was told that there had been some alpaca-raising enterprises here, until about ten years ago when the real estate market crashed and the ranchers couldn't support the operations any more. False Bay is about two miles from the house where I was staying and this loop became a favorite evening ride (or walk) for me over the summer, one that I often recommended to customers at the bike shop looking for a shorter, not too strenuous scenic ride.

Once I began work my days off were Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday so I had plenty of time to explore and get to know my way around a little. During my first week I rode beyond American Camp on Cattle Point Road to the Cattle Point Lighthouse. This area is part of the San Juan Island National Historical Park, which was in danger of being de-listed as a scenic and historic preserve over the summer. Roadside views are stunning on the bluff above the lighthouse, but the climb back up is probably the steepest stretch of road on the island. I rode my bike down to the lighthouse that first time, but it was fenced off because of construction so on later rides I just stopped to admire the views (and count the foxes) from the hilltop.

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Work, Work, Work, Work, Work

Even after passing UBI's professional mechanic certification course I still felt like a beginner mechanic, and working just a few weeks at Island Bicycles convinced me that there's no substitute for real-world, hands-on experience. I am confident about performing basic repair and maintenance - fixing flat tires, cleaning and tuning the drive train, replacing brake pads and adjusting brakes, but for much beyond that I like to have some direction and supervision.

The shop owner often complained about problem employees he'd had in the past, starting out, "He was a good mechanic but . . . " the guy had a lousy, rude attitude, foul mouth, anger management problems, whatever. The owner's favorites seemed to be local teenagers he had hired as summer help, who had little work experience or training as mechanics, but he said they were "really good kids with a great attitude," who were friendly, pleasant and helpful with customers, and he could give them the training they needed with mechanical work and shop procedures.

I'm confident I would compare favorably with the bad workers, but I'm not so sure about the teenage boys. As girls, we generally get less teaching about simple things like using tools, knowing the difference between a flat-head and Phillips screwdrivers - I do know that much, but I'm a bit slow and clumsy using tools. And the shop was, um, idiosyncratically organized and not spotlessly clean, so it was often hard to find the right tool.

Bike shops, and bicycling in general, are pretty much an adolescent male domain, and I knew coming in as a middle-aged woman that I would just have to figure out ways of coping, responding or defending myself - that's part of the experience I was hoping to gain when I applied for the job. There were a few experiences I hadn't expected, and I tried out some new ways of responding to people-problems.

After being away from work for so long, and isolated in Ferndale over the winter, at first it was hard for me to get used to just being around people so much. My first several days were a period of retraining myself to chat with others, starting with making eye contact and speaking clearly. Even with that, as the summer went on I found it could be hard to keep patience with difficult customers, like the people who came in asking for free maps and tourist info, wanting to know how to get around the island without riding up any big hills, or the rental customers who expected a lot of time and attention in getting fitted for helmets and bikes, or tried to bargain on rental rates or repair pricing, or didn't pay attention when I tried to demonstrate shifting or braking.

In general, I think in customer service jobs, women are still expected to be deferential, helpful and eager to please, while men are expected to be knowledgeable and authoritative. In the bike shop I found it was hard to get customers to accept any answer or advice I could give them, and I needed to have back-up from someone with a deep voice, a beard, and hairy, muscular forearms. Then again, for customers with more complex questions - anything to do with gear ratios or compatibility of different components, etc. - I would call one of the experienced mechanics anyway. And I admit after my first couple of weeks, my self-confidence was a bit shaken so I didn't try to deal with anything but basic, beginner issues.

Probably the most difficult situation I faced came near the end of the summer, when I was working with the owner and a younger male co-worker. Often there were only two people working in the store, but this day was quite busy even with three of us, and at one point we had a couple of groups of two to four people at the front desk, a group out back waiting to be set up on rental bikes, and another group of three or four people returning from a ride with rental bikes. I had been out back checking in the returning riders, but came back to the front desk to ring up their rental charges, then help out another group of new renters.

Then the telephone began to ring persistently, past the point when the voicemail system should have picked up the call. My younger co-worker, who was standing less than two feet away, hit his over-load limit. He yelled not quite in my ear, "Hey can somebody answer the phone!"

Here my years of waitress and retail experience kicked in. I smiled pleasantly, speaking quietly and calmly to the customers in front of me, directing them to follow me out back to get their bikes. I walked past my red-faced co-worker, acting utterly oblivious to him, ignoring the phone, leaving him, my boss, and the groups of (male) customers looking mildly stunned.

I was also sometimes frustrated by the way some women customers behaved. One woman who came in a couple of times made a point of calling me "honey" in every sentence she spoke. It was tempting to reply with "Hey chickie babe, how's tricks?" but I held to the rule for dealing with road-ragers: just don't get into it with them. On several occasions customers, usually women, assumed I must be married to one of my male co-workers. It was confusing, and embarrassing to deny this in the man's presence, especially if it was my boss. On the phone, some women callers would say "I spoke to your husband earlier this week, and he said . . . " as if I should accept this second-hand instruction from male authority. I vaguely recall hearing about attitudes like this back in the 1970's, but I thought we'd put all that behind us by now.

I tried to treat women (and men, too) as individuals, but it could be hard to second-guess how physically fit and experienced people were. I know one time I pleased two women of about my age when I set them up on racy-looking road bikes rather than townies or beach cruisers: I checked out their ropy arm muscles, toned legs and strong, straight backs and knew they could ride. Other times I had the feeling that a customer was actually hoping I would help them talk their friends or spouses out of renting bikes because they really didn't want to ride in the heat, or up hills, or in traffic on the road. I never wanted to send people out to have a bad experience, so I would be frank about how difficult a ride might be.

I'm airing some gripes here, writing about conflicts and challenges, but the job was fun and interesting, too. And I was impressed by the owner's ability to fix up bikes I would have thought were trashed, improvising and patching together components, looking at an old, classic or a brand new road bike and saying, "I have the part you need," then going to a back room and actually finding the exact right brake set, derailleur, whatever, or something he could make work just as well.

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Island Life


During my first month in Friday Harbor the weather was still cold and rainy. At first I worked only seven-hour days, Friday through Monday, but since I wasn't used to biking to and from work in the stormy weather and punching the time clock anymore, my new schedule was very tiring. I slept a lot that month, taking afternoon naps on my days off and getting to sleep before 10pm every night. On my days off, I would pick up mail at the post office, visit the library to free-load on their wifi, and stock up on groceries. In between naps I did a lot of reading - besides the public library, Friday Harbor has two good bookstores, Griffin Bay and Serendipity Used Books.

Food is expensive on San Juan Island. At restaurants you pay tourist prices, and there are no cheap fast-food places. No Starbucks even! At the few gas station mini-marts prices are shockingly high. The small King's Market grocery store on Spring Street, a block up from the ferry landing, is pricey and not too well stocked, except for liquor, beer and wine.

Farther up the hill on Mullis Street is the larger Marketplace store, where local people shop and prices and selection are better. The first time I stopped in, as I was locking up my bike out front, I heard Merle Haggard, the BeeGees, Foghat and Sheryl Crow over the store's "muzak" system. It's fun to play "Name That Tune" while shopping, though it's a little unnerving to be hearing Jethro Tull in the produce section:  "Sitting on a park bench, eyeing little girls with bad intent. Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes . . . "

The Spring Street grocery is open long hours daily, but the Marketplace closes at 6pm and on Sundays before Memorial Day and after Labor Day. At home I mostly ate rice and vegetables seasoned in various ways, and granola and fruit for breakfast. For lunch I would either brown bag or buy a sandwich at the Spring Street store. Most mornings I stopped at a cafe before work to have coffee and pastry while (again) free-loading on their wifi. In spite of this almost-daily pastry habit, I lost almost twenty pounds over the summer due to the combination of more bike-riding, being active at work, and eating two sensible meals a day.

Meaning to take a break from digital-itis, and from semi-compulsively recording and documenting all the events, scenes and impressions of my days, I brought only my cell phone and Kindle, leaving my digital camera, laptop, and even my hand-written journal back home. This turned out to be inconvenient for keeping up with bills and banking, since poor wifi reception meant I had to go to the library on my days off to conduct business. Also, using my cell phone for internet access and as a hotspot eventually overheated the battery, so by the end of the summer it wouldn't charge and wasn't much use except for checking the time and date. I regret now that I don't have more photos of some of the scenic rides I took around San Juan and Lopez Islands on my days off, and especially of Victoria BC and the trails on Vancouver Island, where I rode on the way home at the end of the summer (more about that later). Some of the most beautiful views on San Juan Island are along West Side Road at Limekiln Park and English Camp, but I didn't take many photos there, just cruised along soaking it all in. So I just have to remember on my own, and everyone else will have to go there to see for themselves.

But here are a few souvenir shots:
Please Drive Slowly Lane
On False Bay Road

Evening light
Morning Light


What will they automate next? (on Schoolhouse Road 2)

Thursday, October 5, 2017

Getting There (and Back)

Island Bicycles, on Argyle Street in Friday Harbor
It was March when the owners of Island Bicycles came to meet me in Ferndale, after I replied to their job posting on United Bicycle Institute's website. They were very friendly, positive and encouraging, but I had a hard time visualizing what the shop and job would be like just from discussing things at Wood's Coffee Shop. So I made a couple of trips to San Juan Island to check things out, and in April I decided that I would never get a better offer, and I'd regret it forever if I didn't take the chance.

Early spring at American Camp

An excursion to the San Juan Islands has been on my "places-to-go" list for years, though I would have chosen better weather for the trip - this year April and May were cold and rainy. Besides, I had always been a bit daunted by the logistics. To get to San Juan Island you take a Washington State ferry from Anacortes, which is fifty or sixty miles from Ferndale; I had always considered this a day's ride, plus the ferry trip. Instead, I planned to ride my bike to the Bellingham Transit Center (ten miles), then catch a WTA bus to the Chuckanut Park & Ride lot near Mount Vernon; from there I could take two Skagit Transit buses to Anacortes, then ride five miles to the ferry landing. This way, I left home at about 8am and arrived in Anacortes a bit after 11am, leaving plenty of time for a nice lunch before the ferry sailed at around 2pm. The ferry trip to Friday Harbor takes a little more than an hour, so I would arrive mid-to-late afternoon.


Walk-on passengers arriving in Friday Harbor
The timing of the connections is a little tricky - both the bus and the ferry are scheduled to run mainly in the morning and afternoon, with gaps in service at mid-day. But after a few trips back and forth I got the route and routine down pretty well, and when the weather got better I discovered that it was not too difficult to ride my bike between Anacortes and Mount Vernon (twenty miles or so), riding the WTA bus between Bellingham and Mount Vernon. Over the summer I returned home to Ferndale about once a month, and it was basically a three-day trip - a day of travel home, a day at home, and a day returning to the island. By late summer I was even riding the whole distance between Ferndale and Anacortes, which made for a long, tiring day but gave me a chance to do some scenic touring on Chuckanut Drive and through Skagit County farmlands.

The worst obstacle along the way is the bridge over the Swinomish Channel on Highway 20 near the Swinomish Casino. This high arching bridge has a separated bike and pedestrian walkway on the westbound side, and bike lanes going east or west, but the traffic is heavy and fast-moving, there are often gusty cross-winds, and a lot of sharp metal, glass and gravel on the road. Bicyclists can use the bike lanes, or use the separate sidewalk, going the "wrong" way on the "wrong" side to cross the bridge going east, but it is difficult to get across Highway 20 at the ends of the bridge, whichever way you choose. I rode this route several times over the summer and finally decided the best eastbound route is to ride the wrong way on the separated sidewalk. There is a highway crossing not far from the end of the bridge and the highway is divided with a wide, grassy median, so it is fairly safe to cross the westbound lanes, wait at the median for traffic to clear, then cross the eastbound lanes. After that I would ride about two miles in the wide bike lane on the highway, then take the first exit to LaConner, turn off to Young Road, then to Highway 536, a two-lane road that goes all the way in to Mount Vernon.

The route is survivable, but the bridge section is ugly and dangerous and needs to be improved. Otherwise, having made five or six trips this summer, the ride is much less daunting and I hope to make more pleasure-trips to the islands in the future.

A tribute to my Cannondale Synapse: I bought this bike untested from the REI online catalog thinking it would be a moderately-priced, light, quick, well-fitting recreational road bike. The bike is designed to dampen road vibration, with specially shaped aluminum tubing on the rear triangle and very flexy wheels. It is smooth and comfortable to ride, but not meant to carry luggage. It doesn't even have rack mounts, but I attached a rear rack to the fender mounts and seat post anyway. I rode it loaded with twenty or thirty pounds of baggage in my panniers, and used it for weekly trips to the grocery store, and took it on 50-mile gravel trail rides, and the bike hummed along happily all summer with no trouble at all. It came home looking pretty dinged up and battered, and now I feel bad for treating it so roughly when it served me so well.

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

August Already

A previous post for August somehow got over-written when I tried to add in this photo via my Kindle and wifi at the public library, but I will try to reconstruct some of it.

This map appeared outside of my favorite Friday Harbor coffee shop, explaining the wifi trouble I've been having. It appears that much of San Juan Island is composed of large hunks of volcanic rock, which disrupts phone and wifi signals. Early in the spring I was getting unreliable wifi at the house where I'm staying, but by late summer it's mostly non-existent. Sometimes I can't even get a phone signal, but one evening when I went for a walk around the neighborhood, on a hillside a bit south of the house, I connected with Rogers Communications in Canada.

So this makes the island a perfect place for digital detox: no wifi, no phone, no internet, no problems!

Also, no GPS or Strava, if you need that for navigation. But I did read that island emergency services have built a network of transmitters for 911 calls.

We expect the shop to be busy over the Labor Day weekend, but then business should fall off quite a bit and I will be heading home to Ferndale for the winter. I'm actually getting a bit homesick.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Where I'm At

The morning commute
I got a job! For the past month I've been working in a small bike shop in Friday Harbor, on San Juan Island. The shop has been in business year-round for more than thirty years, although most of their business is during the summer tourist season, when they offer rental bikes to tourists and summer people, in addition to serving locals. It's a bit grubby, but the owner is a thorough and meticulous mechanic who has an amazing ability to fix, find, or patch together parts on older and new bikes.

This isn't an easy career change for a middle-aged woman to pull off so I'm very happy to have this opportunity. In the almost six months since I completed the mechanic training course at UBI, I got a little vague about a lot of the material I haven't had a chance to practice and I've been fumbling about a bit. While classroom training is valuable, there is no substitute for hands-on experience. But I'm confident about the things I do practice regularly, like cleaning and tuning drive trains, adjusting the brakes, fixing flats and so on.

(Parenthetic note: I'm amazed at the filth and grime on some bikes that come in: CLEAN YOUR BIKES, PEOPLE! THEY WILL BE SO MUCH EASIER TO RIDE! AND FIX!)

Waiting to board the early ferry back to Anacortes

I actually started work in April, after arranging to rent a room in a house three or four miles from the town of Friday Harbor. I had been thinking of giving notice at my place in Ferndale, putting all my stuff in storage for the summer, and taking my chances on finding a new place come autumn. Good thing I didn't, because after one week the manager of the Mobile Estates Park informed me I had failed their background check: the landlord from my previous apartment had reported that there was still an unpaid judgement against me after the eviction drama of 2010 (refer back to the early posts at the beginning of this blog).

I didn't want to make trouble for the lady I was renting from, and needed to check my legal docs back home to clear things up, so I headed back to Ferndale, thinking I would have to leave the job if I couldn't resolve the housing problem. Luckily I found court records showing that there was no unpaid judgment, the managers and my landlady changed their minds, and the bike shop owner emailed to say he really wanted me back, to be ready for tourist season. So I returned at the beginning of May.

Nice place to free-load on wifi while waiting for the ferry




Friday Harbor is a pretty, quaint little town that suddenly comes to life whenever a ferry comes in. The rainy days of early spring have been a bit slow and dull, but with the sun returning and Memorial Day weekend coming up, things will be lively again until fall. There does seem to be a strong and close-knit year-round local community, but I haven't been around long enough to get to know it well yet. On my days off I've been out on some lovely rides around the island, developing my hill-climbing legs on the rolling roads and steep descents down to beaches (and climbs back up . . . )




Now I am back at my place in Ferndale for a few days, after a month away. I decided to keep my apartment here over the summer, despite the double rent, so I'll be sure of having an affordable place to return to. It was most upsetting to have that old legal trouble come back on me after more than five years, and to almost lose my job because of it. Both times I've returned to Ferndale, when I rolled in to the parking lot, I was half afraid I'd see an eviction notice on my door, or find the place had been burgled, or squatters had moved in and trashed it. I can always think up new things to worry about.

But I am still deciding whether, or how, to follow up on that bad background check report. At this point I'm not sure who is a fault, whether my former landlord gave false information, or whether the screening agency did a sloppy job. At least I should make sure to get things cleared up before I apply for rental again.

Monday, April 24, 2017

Persistence

(This blog is sort of on pause while I try to chart my future plans, but I will post an occasional note whenever I'm moved to do so.)

When the phrase "nevertheless, she persisted" first started turning up in my online news feeds, I thought, "yes, that's the thing." To me, it didn't seem like a political statement. That's the only way I ever get anything done - persistence.

Then I read the context farther down in the news stories, and the message became even more important.

So I had to buy the t-shirt. I had to search for it on Amazon, too, because it's not available in stores, at least not around here. Are retailers and shoppers so easily intimidated that they shy away from wearing or carrying even such a mild statement?