Wednesday, November 30, 2011

I'm a curmudgeon

Went for a little run tonight and there was too many people out. People out smoking, people out putting up Christmas light. Leave the lights on, but humans go away. I don't want to share my run.

2+ mile run. Not sure of the exact mileage. Ran out to 10th, Mazama, 8th and back. Despite all the above silliness, I had a nice run. Calves were a little fatigued, but feel fine now. The Merrills are coming along nicely

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Happy Birthday Mark Twain

Happy Birthday Mark Twain
November 30th as you already know if you google (and who doesn't?).
Mark Twain is one of my favorite writers, not that I've read that many of his books. More than his stories it was his biography and his essays that I really enjoyed.

I don't want to give you the idea that I'm some sort of literary type. I also love cheesy horror stories from the likes of Dean Koontz and Stephen King, and I grew up on a steady diet of MAD magazines. 
For reference my favorite author is JRR Tolkien.

Enough of books, I have eeked out a puny little post thanks to a lovely commute home this evening. The view off my right shoulder:
Ugly freeway, lovely sky
I'm picky about where I stop when riding solo, so the settings are less than ideal - wherever there was a good shoulder to pull off. This was a few minutes after leaving work. Ugly freeway but the sky looks promising.
A few miles later: busy roads and fabulous color.
One more before turning east towards home. Mary's Peak in the coast range. Troubadour and Trobairitz can fill you in on the great road to the top of the peak. Color is fading and so is the light.
Mary's Peak at Sunset
I managed to catch a little of Sam in the second photo. Okay just the bug smeared windscreen. I'm too toasty in the heated jacket to get off the bike for a Sam-glam shot. Some photographers risk dangerous situations,  horrendous weather, and cold for the perfect photo. I'm not one of those photographers! :)


Monday, November 28, 2011

Catching up

20 miles on Saturday. A quick, easy ride with the club around Peterson's Butte. Came home early for Civil War.

2 mile hike at McDowell Creek

2.3 mile run in Merrills pace gloves. Calves didn't start to bother me until a couple blocks from home. Things are looking up. Used the new headphones with the MP3. I like them, they do the job well enough. That's all I ask.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Corner Cafe - Brownsville Oregon

A couple weeks ago I read a story in the newspaper that there had been a fire at one of my favorite cafes. This past weekend we happened to be driving through Brownsville and saw the devastation for ourselves.
We stopped to read some of the notes left on the plywood covering the windows and doors. Very nearly made me cry reading all the little notes of support.
Our bicycle club often rides to Brownsville to have lunch at the the Corner Cafe. Our last visit was on Oct 22. This is a photo from that day.
October 22, 2011
 Article and photos of the fire in our local paper if you want more of the details.You can see the room above in some of the photos.

A few more images from past rides.
Smaller room off of the courtyard that appears to have the most damage. 12-29-2007.
Dec. 29 2007
Jan. 27, 2010
 I hope they will be able to rebuild.
Thoughts and prayers to the family.

If interested and your in the area, there is a benefit for the family on Dec 9.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Meanwhile Back to the Commute

Rain at the start of the day.
Rain at the end. 
And in between?

More rain...
and wind...
and debris.
I think there was about 5 minutes of nice weather tucked in there somewhere.

Wednesday was the big storm day and I took the cage. Thursday was a little tamer, but still wet and windy. I hadn't ridden in stormy weather for a while. Guess it was about time to crawl back on that particular horse. Was it fun? Sometimes, but it was also a little scary, and that's why I ride in bad weather. It keeps that edge off the fear, just a little. The next stormy ride will be a little easier. Eventually it will be exhilarating, the buffeting wind, the crisp air, the patter of raindrops, the crunch of riding over hail... Kidding! I draw the line at frozen crunchy stuff...or frozen stuff of any type.
One from the ride. It was darker than it looks
I managed one dark, blurry snapshot of my ride home on Thursday. Home is that spot just under the darkest cloud in the sky. I saw one other rider that day. I know there were at least a couple others out there somewhere. All the other photos posted today are cheater pics, pulled from the archives or taken from the car. Like I'm going to stop in the middle of a down pour to take a picture

...well...I might.

Tomorrow is bicycling day. Sunday looks to be cold, but dry. Maybe Sam and The Princess will get out for a little ride!

Friday, November 11, 2011

Wilhoit Spring

Last Sunday we went in search of a mysterious little park on the edge of the Cascade foothills, near Scotts Mills. I found the park on google maps, but it doesn't appear on my paper map. My favorite kind of drive, wandering around beautiful back roads looking for a little treasure. We eventually found the tiny park, and frankly when we got there if it wasn't for a sign showing the location it would have felt like we were intruding into someone's yard. A small parking area was located just off of someone's driveway.

Once upon a time Wilhoat Springs was something of a resort. A hydrotherapy resort due to the mineral springs. This sort of place was quite the thing back in the day. Nothing much is left of the resort, part of a foundation, a hand pump (so you too can partake of the mineral spring if you so desire!), and the mineral spring itself.

A pleasant aroma of sulpher
Wilhoit Springs

There were a few trails, but the day was damp and cold so we weren't inclined to explore. The water had that distinctive sulpher odor. Terrible to taste, but rumour has it that it makes a nice pale ale.