Friday, February 28, 2014

Current Status

I had hoped to get an S240 in this February but Mother Nature had other plans for me. I've heard biblical proportions and I suppose here in the South land it feels that way. The National Weather Service issued a Hazardous weather warning with possible flash flooding and mud slides inland, nothing to laugh about and definitely not the kind of weather you should be camping in no matter how prepared you think you are.

A photograph by Socalpedalpusher on Flickr
So I was forced to pause, relax and enjoy the soothing rain outside while...my steeds were dry.

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I called the Ojai  bike overnight camp trip off early Thursday. Ever since the gloomy weather forecast popped up some ten days ago I've been scheming . So my back up plan was to ride about five miles up Big Tujunga Canyon Road and make a stealth camp around Doske Road in or near the remnant foundation of an old homestead, which is on high ground. I figured I'd wait for a break in the deluge and hustle up Big T make camp and hunker down inside my two person tent with book, radio, letter writing materiel and sandwich. Unfortunately, the break never manifested and instead I puttered around the house waiting for my Atlantis frame to be delivered from the painter. Lots of interesting stuff there but for another post. 

So stuck indoors I got to thinking about what these hardy folk up North do in heavy rain...do they just say what ever, ride get wet and deal with the soggy discomfort? On heavy down pours do they sequester themselves indoors? Instead of riding their bikes walk on errands?  Do they meticulously wipe their bikes down or just do a quick wipe and walk away, living with the fact that the frame and parts will get some rust and pitting...what's amusing about all these questions running through my head is that in my youth I lived in a wet climate which I recall just trowing on a rain coat and going head long into the wet environment. I just didn't have a nice shinny Rivendell. My answer is that in time beausage will develop and perhaps I'll be a bit more caviler.

Back to the storm...still heavy biblical rain...

And now that the S240 a month club is officially done for 2014 I can honesty say I'm okay with that. I've got lots of responsibilities that need tending to, so if there was any pressure it has now evaporated. Now I'm looking with anticipation to March for the Redland Strada Rossa ride March 15th and the following weekend March 22nd and 23rd Andy Smitty Schmidt from PDX is visiting with a S240 in Joshua Tree planned. 

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The unpacking
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Exactly the right color
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A photograph by Socalpedalpusher on Flickr
Just so you all know I love the rain...lots of green coming and the reservoirs are filling up a tad.

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Thanks for reading and keep the rubber side down.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Necessity is a Mother.

I live exactly twenty one miles from Down town Los Angeles or twenty one miles from work. Home is in the foothills of the Western San Gabriel's with plenty of great back country to explore. That twenty one miles seems an unreasonable distance for bike commuting so I haven't up to this point. Yep that's correct I employ a carbon emitter and I'm not always happy about that. Isn't change only possible when we take it upon our selves to make those individual changes to start the snow ball a rolling.  The past two New Years I've made a resolution to commute to work by bicycle at the least once per week and well you know how resolutions go they get swept under the rug hauled out a year later.

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My commute by bicycle resolution was ripped out from under that carpet and in a big way! But I'll get to that in a moment.

Our homes main waste line has been infiltrated by our lovely liquid amber tree roots...just so happens the six inch transition clay pipe to the cities sewer in the middle of the street has integrity issues and needs to be replaced and then the section under the street thermoform lined to prevent future root infiltration. The work is being done as I type and it's a boat load. Let me put it into perspective, it's a Rivendell Atlantis fully built by Riv buried beneath my front yard, no late night digging parties please; besides the ground squirrels have that job cornered these days.

My digging party
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Next up the wife's car won't start, our philosopher mechanic not physic mechanic two weeks ago couldn't figure out what the problem is? It started fine for him, he did fix a bunch of other stuff. So the wife asks about renting a car for a few days? I looked up rental rates and it wasn't too bad, but I had this pervading thought ride your bike to work! Come on you know you want to. It's doable.

Incidentally, I've been getting Homer prepared for the next S240 up in Ojai so he's been fully racked and bagged, essentially ready to commute. Oh and there's rain on the horizon...will my plans to make a February overnight happen or will Mother Nature impede my attempt on the S240 a month club? Stay tuned, I know I'm checking the weather forecast often.

I made contact with the plumber, line cleared and the rest of the work scheduled for tomorrow, so I readied myself, lunch, dinner, clothes, layers for the evening ride, Cygolight charged, rear lights all working blah, blah, blah...I rolled out and onward to a new experience. Climbing and thinking, thinking and climbing...I pedaled 600' out of my house and realized that the pork chop I was carrying might not be refrigerated for a while so the wife brought me a small soft cooler and blue icy thingy. Trudging ahead I stopped at Trader Joe's for some rice chips and then headed down and through Glendale via Vedugo Boulevard... time wise I was doing really well so there was time to stop and take some pictures and generally soak in the route.

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Hollywood extends to Eagle Rock
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Los Angeles River
A photograph by Socalpedalpusher on Flickr
Once I crossed the LA river I paused to take some more pictures and saw a cyclist passing by. later I caught up with him at a stop signal and asked about his commute. He said he was traveling from Orange County. I said your commuting from Orange County?  Smiling he informed me he was retired and could ride all day, the light changed, traveling in different directions leaving me with questions.


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Retired
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2nd Street tunnel entrance
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A photograph by Socalpedalpusher on Flickr

I arrived at work nearly forty five minutes early and reflecting on the ride I was most pleased.

Trusty Homer at rest in the shop
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The return ride was diametrically different. A short jaunt to Union Station a short ride on the Gold line light rail to Pasadena and I rode the sixteen miles home, climbing and chasing my shadow the whole way, owning the road.. There was a quietude to the ride that you can't achieve during the day. Arriving home at just after midnight, warm shower, pecked a few words and promptly slid into bed.

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Waiting
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February 25th 8:00am

This morning I feel the fatigue but feel surprisingly well. Necessity really is a Mother pushing me to make that resolution a reality. Commute day two ahead, rain looming I am determined to make this Ojai overnight happen.

And my neighbor across the street coincidentally has the same plumbing problem too!

Neighbors digging party
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Thanks for reading and remember keep the rubber side down.

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Out my back door.


There are days when I don't mind sharing the roadways with automobiles and then...

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there are days I just feel the need to go out in my back yard.

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If I take the short route I'm in the Angeles National Forest within three miles, the long way four or so miles.

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Nine miles of climbing and mostly car free roads I'm exploring old homesteads. My favorite rides are those with a purpose a destination in mind.

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Quite alone time is a cherished activity.

A photograph by Socalpedalpusher on Flickr
A photograph by Socalpedalpusher on Flickr
A photograph by Socalpedalpusher on Flickr
A photograph by Socalpedalpusher on Flickr
And solo rides allow me the luxury to be leisurely and soak in the beauty.

A photograph by Socalpedalpusher on Flickr

These days I prefer the roads out behind my house...

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Thanks for looking and keep the rubber side down

Friday, February 7, 2014

January Epic S240 in the Angeles National Forest

First bike overnight of the new year and it was...

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an early spirited ride to the train and this adventure had me travelling North a relatively short distance toward  the Antelope Valley and the Vincent Grade/Acton Metrolink Station, along the way we picked up the Coconut.

The Coconut AKA Evan Spacht
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Deposited at a specious facsimile of a western town; it was time to ready our selves for a day of climbing. Strangely, it was brisk and completely different from the weather we'd experienced the past two weeks as Southern California had been having unseasonably warm days. Surprised by the morning chill I  immediately donned layers. With quick carbohydrate loading we were on the bikes and pedaling up the Angeles Forest Springs Hwy with a Northeast head/side wind buffeting us. We ascended through a high desert terrain littered with sage. There were moments we sought refuge in engineered alcoves cut into the sedimentary rock allowing us respite from the winds and a chance to survey our progress.

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 Last minute prep
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A photograph by Socalpedalpusher on Flickr

After 2200' and 19 miles we reached Mill Creek Summit and  Fire Station #18  I checked in with Captain Linda Winkler a great source of information who assured us that the severe fire warning had been lifted and we were cleared to have a fire, she also informed me the two campgrounds Lighting Point and Messenger Flats were closed to motorized vehicles since 2009 (jackpot!) but no water! Captain Winkler thought there was water at North Fork, prepared for no water we were both carrying four liters each in addition to our three water bottles.

Mill Creek Fire Station 500' behind this sign and to the left
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Fire Station #18 is a brand new facility built after the original burned in the 2009 Station Fire there is potable water so we filled up our depleted bottles and took advantage of the picnic area and long stark views to brew coffee & tea. Nourished we departed the comfort of the Station and headed toward the summit of Mount Gleason and beyond to our camp for the evening Messenger Flats.

View looking North from Fire Station 18 picnic area.
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We conveyed our selves up Mount Gleason Road a steep well worn seldom used since 2009 road winding it's way around and up the top part of Beartrap canyon with remnants, burnt pine tree husks a reminder of the fires swath. The further we climbed the more dramatic the vista's, waves of brown smooth peaks sprinkled with varying shades of green and hints of purple. Though initially brisk we welcomed the overcast skies with all the climbing we were doing. Geographically in the distance we could see Aliso Canyon and further yet in the distance Soledad Canyon.

On we climbed...

View from Mount Gleason Road above Beartrap Canyon.
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A lively down hill section and once again greeted with another big climb. At twenty six miles in we arrived at Camp 16. The burned structure located on a ridge with 360 degree views was a Los Angeles County run men's low security fire camp... a memorial for the two fire fighters who perished in the arson set fire is near by. We lingered awhile soaking in the views amid the ghost town like structure then made our way on the last final climb of the day with a significant pitch happy to have a granny gear.


Camp 16 memorial
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A photograph by Socalpedalpusher on Flickr
We arrived at Messenger Flats with enough daylight to make camp and have a roaring fire, dinner was eaten, stout drunk and good conversation around a roaring fire, later we retired me to my tent and the Coconut to his trusty hammock.

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Evening Camp
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Morning Coffe & Tea
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Saturday morning brought brisk temperatures and sunshine...the fire was reconstituted the essentials tea & coffee brewed and we consumed enough carbohydrates for the ride to come.


Saturday morning
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With camp broke and the bikes loaded (the second day pack job always seems better) we headed off on Santa Clara Divide Road a snaky back country road that offers mixed terrain with sweeping down hill sections and amazing vista's

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SCDR
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There were opportunities to soak in the vastness of this remote terrain and survey where we were headed. With an elevated vantage point we spotted our next stop North Fork Saddle home of Todd resident caretaker and Forest Service sign maker.

North Fork
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A photograph by Socalpedalpusher on Flickr


View North from North Fork
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Todd a wealth of information and an amiable fellow made it easy to linger, the views and serenity helped too. We had noticed a sign at Camp 16 regarding asbestos and he told us that they used a paper sprayed product to encase the asbestos fibers. We replenished (Todd keeps a five gallon bottle of water out for the PCTers which parallels SCDR at certain intervals) our water and continued on Santa Clara Divide Rd pausing often to marvel at the arid desert vista's.

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Camera battery died right after this image
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Twenty two miles and unknown elevation gain loss we arrived at Bear Divide and Sand Canyon Road, with a short down hill distance we were climbing once again up to Dillion Divide and the beginning of Little Tujunga Canyon Road, another six miles down hill to Foothill Boulevard at dusk we arrived at the Ranch Side Cafe filling up on burgers & pie. After dinner we rode four miles back to my home concluding an epic bike overnight.
66 miles awesome fire roads and amazing scenery over two days made this an epic ride by all accounts.

Next up in February? Perhaps a little less epic and a bit more rambling.

More Socalpedalpusher Flickr images here and the Coconuts are here.

Thanks for reading and keep the rubber side down.