Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Fern Ridge Again

“… a lot of medium hills but no killer ones,” The email said. I still have the email to prove it.

Greg, Barbi, Al and Emma on Northern Drive

An early start today, to beat the heat. Perhaps it was the wrong map, or a miscommunication, but somewhere along the route, after I was already halfway ‘round the mountain, we were suddenly going to ride over Fern Ridge.
What happened to Old Holley Road?
Rolly hills.

Yours truly

I spent Northern Drive desperately chugging down gummy-drop-nutrition-thingies, in a last ditch effort to stave off the dreaded bonk that would surely ensue somewhere on the ascent of Fern Ridge.

Northern Drive, Brownsville

It was suggested by one rider that we could turn back and still catch Old Holley Road, but of course no one would actually be the first to turn back down the hill. We would have all followed. Really we would. But no. Up we go.

Al, Emma and Greg at the top of Fern Ridge - Whew!

I’m happy to say I had a pretty good climb and the gummy-drop-nutrition-thingies did their job. It was a successful no-bonk climb. The view on top is lovely. Mt Jefferson majestically glowed on the horizon. Or was that one of the Three Sisters?. Ah well, some mountain looking majestic … you get the idea.

Mt Jefferson in the distance

Now the good stuff. The descent. Woo-hoo. Only video can do justice to a downhill run. Alas I only do stills. We stopped at Art’s place to say hello, pet the dogs, and refill water bottles. Nothing left but a flat few miles back to Lebanon.

—40 miles.
—1775 elev. gain.
—12.5 Average. Stop chuckling! That’s a good number for me on a hill climbing day.

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Peavy Hike and Run

Morning in the forest is soooo wonderful. Good for the soul, or whatever. Did one of my regular routes. It's been over a month since I've been here. How did a whole month go by? That explains why my legs are so sore this afternoon. It would also explain why the trail looked so lush and overgrown with a new crop of wildflowers to distract me from my workout.
Carpenteria californica, or so Google says.
Heck you didn't think I'd come up with the latin name did you?

It was the usual stuff. Hike up, run down until the legs are thrashed. Then hobble back to the car. The hike up was at a pretty good pace, I think. I jogged some of the lesser inclines. Ran from Peavy down to the lake, about a mile. Stopping to fuss after things in my pack and what have you, so I had some short breaks.
Fern. (I figured that one out myself!)

I fell once. The upside of trail running, if you're lucky you will face plant into a soft part of the trail. No harm done, and the lady I passed coming down the trail didn't see my grand splat - at least I don't think she did. :) My down hill running skills are a work in progress. Heck, so are the uphill running skills. There is one cool thing about running down the hill. You totally can pass as an actual trail runner who has her sh*t together. Looks good up until the face plant that is.
Another snowy carpet under the trees. So pretty in real life.

I was hoping to run some on Calloway trail, but my legs were toast by then. (Thank you month off.) Strolled back to the car happily munching on some tangelos.
Rosa pisocarpa - another Google guess.

4.75 miles
917 elevation gain
1 fall
2 sore legs