Life On A B-I7

Ione to Newport, 53 miles.

On the first day out of the mountains, instead of climbing I was greeted by wind, cold, and even a spot of rain. Thankfully the climbing was moderate, only 1,100 ft.

The highlight of today’s ride was getting chased by two dogs. The first dog, a Doberman, came out and tried to nip at my heel. To ward him off I simply barked at him louder than he was barking at me. He found my bark disturbing and he turned around. (He had no idea my bark is worse than my bite.) The second dog, a Shepherd mix tried to run in front of my bike while barking at me. (I guess that’s a Shepherd thing.) I turned the front wheel toward him and made like I was going to run into him. He retreated with no further interference.

The day ended with a family dinner at a local restaurant. It was a combination send-off and farewell dinner. Farewell because my SAG is departing in the morning. Send-off because family that was not able to be in Anacortes was able to meet me here in Newport.

It was a good day for all hut the two dogs.

I am definitely going to take up watercolor painting. I’ve been able to capture no shortage of subject material.

Kettle Falls to Ione, 48 miles.

Tomorrow I’ll be just a few miles from Idaho. My SAG is from Idaho so I’m looking forward to that portion of the tour.

Speaking of SAG, tomorrow is my last day of support. I’m going to miss her. If all goes according to plan we’ll be meeting in Maine!

A view from the road. That stretch of shoulder is actually some pretty good riding compared to previous miles. I’ve got Idaho in my sights…

Some beautiful landscapes. These shots were taken before it clouded over and wind blew in.

Meeting a fellow cyclist along the road yesterday was a pleasant surprise. There aren’t a lot of us out here (only two as far as I know). We shared some stories and a bit of riding. It was great fun.

Republic to Kettle Falls, 43 miles.

Highlight: Sherman Pass.

Another day of climbing. Slightly less than yesterday, but two days in a row takes a toll. That said, the downhill was fun! My bike is a race horse. I reached 40 mph on the downhill. I was only passed by one car in 10 miles.

We found another Northern Tier Rider today. He’s out of Florida. He has an awesome bike. A pinion/belt-drive gravel bike from a New York builder. I have to say I was a bit envious. Since this is the third trip cross-country with my Titanium Davidson, it’s too late to switch horses, even if you are not in the middle of a stream.

After finding a motel in Kettle Falls (my Florida friend and I got the last two rooms) SAG and I went downtown to see what we could see. It so happens Kettle Falls was having their annual Summer Street Festival! Beer Garden, live music, and oh my gosh, Kitch for sale like you can’t believe. We had a great time! I was wearing my tour T-Shirt and a local woman came up to me and asked me about it. I told her about the tour and she was so curious and gracious. She said she would keep me in her thoughts and prayers. I was humbled.

There is a correlation to the width of the shoulder and the rider’s IQ. I won’t describe the correlation in any detail, it could be direct or it could be inverse. As a friend of mine often says, to be a long distance cyclist only requires you to be a hard-working 81.

A watercolor painting waiting to happen.

A Tisket a Tasket I’m going to Tonasket… then on to Republic…

Omak to Republic, 66 miles.

Today was tough. Perfect example of biting-off more than you should attempt to chew.

Tomorrow will be a tough day as well but with slightly less climbing. 4,100 ft. today, 3,800 ft. tomorrow. Fortunately tomorrow is fewer miles by about 20.

My buddy Mike with the KLR 650, back at the Omak campground, gave this to me to protect me on my ride. I plan to carry it in my pannier.

Winthrop to Omak, 46 miles.

Today’s ride introduced me to a significant bit of climbing… 3,325 vertical. Getting hit with that out of the gate on day three is not my idea of an easy ride, but it was satisfying, even though grueling.

We are in the city park in Omak in a nice tent site. The fellow next to us is touring. He is on a KLR 650. He started at the Mexican border and is headed for the Arctic Circle. The three of us had a great time chatting about our tours!

Tomorrow will be a long day. You never know quite how far you are going to get until you get there…

Just follow the signs and you’ll be fine.

The public library in Twisp is smaller than I expected. One thing you don’t do on a cycling tour is carry books, for obvious reasons. The work that goes into deciding what to carry takes a fair amount of deliberation.

Detour around Highway 20 closure.

Not a lot to be said about today. It was a seven hour drive to get back on route. That was the shortest way possible too.

I’m grateful to have SAG along with me. The detour would have taken a week without SAG. The acronym stands for “Support and Gear.” Since SAG refers to support as well as the person supplying the support, I was cautioned by my SAG to be careful how I spelled that term. I was told under no circumstances was I to spell that with an “N” an “H,” or a B.”

Anacortes to Rockport, 64 miles

I learned last night that Highway 20, my planned route east from here is closed due to rock slides that occurred during the winter. It probably won’t be open until early July, this calls for a slight adjustment to the plan.

I’m going to ride to Rockport which is about 18 miles east of the closure. My SAG and I will camp in the Newhalem State Park, then detour around the closure. The detour will require us to go south, over the Cascades at Stevens Pass, then go north and west to Winthrop. It’s about a 200 mile detour. The detour will bypass about 80 miles of the route. I’m planning to make that up at the end of the ride by adding a side trip or two, probably somewhere in Maine.

Before I left Oregon I took pledges from a dozen or so people for their support of the homeless shelter in town. When I reached Rockport I ducked into the town bar for a beer. After describing what I was doing to a couple of patrons there, one generous soul gave me some cash for the shelter. I was blown away. My hat is off to you (when I’m not wearing my cycling helmet.)

Ready to leave Anacortes.

For the next three months or so (if all goes according to plan) I’ll be posting a daily entry here describing my bicycle ride across the country. Each entry will usually contain a photo and a story about that day. It may be slightly bold to say this, but I hope you will enjoy the journey along with me. I would be delighted to have you drop in here from time-to-time…

We spent the day wandering the Main Street of Anacortes. We hade lunch at “Dockside Dogs.” They have one of the best dog menus I have ever seen. Locally sourced, top quality dogs. Naturally I had the “Anacortes Dog.” It was terrific. Five stars!

A small gathering of family and friends came together for a send-off dinner. We shared an amazing evening of good food and good company. I learned from my friends that a portion of the road ahead in the mountains east of here is closed due to winter road damage. I will have to detour around a 35 mile stretch of the route. Fortunately I have SAG support for my first week on the road.

Tomorrow begins the journey. Wish me luck!

This morning we left Redmond, Oregon for Anacortes, Washington — the start of my tour. We decide that rather than slog up I-5 all the way to Anacortes, we would cut-over to Mukilteo, just North of Seattle, and catch the Washington State Ferry to Whidbey Island. We drove up-island and crossed the famous Deception Pass bridge. Built in 1935, it is a landmark in Washington. We parked and walked across the bridge (see photo below) and enjoyed the view from this remarkably preserved structure. Whidbey Island State Park is the most visited park in the state of Washington. It encompasses the bridge on both sides. Tomorrow we plan to enjoy the city of Anacortes and have dinner with friends and family before I begin the tour on Monday.

The view from the Deception Pass bridge on Whidbey Island.

I’m heading into the Apple Store to get my cat an iPhone.

When I’m cycling across the country, I want to be able to call him and see how he’s doing. If he misses me as much as I’m going to miss him, it’s the least I can do…

Today I will meet all kinds of people:

People with addictions.
People overcome by lust.
People that lack gratitude.
People that are angry.
People that are greedy.
People enslaved to ambition
…and many others…

All of these people I will treat with kindness.

This Stoic “Mantra” can be used to condition ourselves to remain calm when facing an annoying situation. These have been adapted from the writings of Seneca. I think Seneca would approve the use of these in the form of a mantra.)

Psychologist today would call these techniques “cognitive distancing.” The Stoics understood these techniques long before modern science “acknowledged” them._ 

I think about what it would be like to not complete my upcoming tour. I shouldn’t be thinking like that, I haven’t even started yet. if I were ten years younger, these doubts wouldn’t even be entering my mind. Today is a different story. if I am successful, I will be happy of course. If I don’t succeed, it’s going to be a huge disappointment. I realize that someday I will attempt something epic and I won’t be successful. That is when facing myself will become the most important thing I can do. Naturally, I want to put that off for as long as I can. At least I have given some thought to what failure might look like and what may be required in response. Thinking ahead helps prevent emotions from taking control of us.

One of the most effective ways to reduce worry is to simply monitor your inner judgements and the emotions they give rise to. The Stoic philosopher Epictetus called this practice prosoche. Translated, that means mindfulness or attention. The more thought we give before judging, the more control we have over our emotions.

May we all enjoy happiness and the cause of happiness.
May we all be free from suffering and the cause of suffering.
May we all be free of expectations from others and rejection by others.
May we all rest in boundless equanimity.
Ahmen.

In my mind, this does not fall far from Christian belief — or any other worthwhile moral philosophy for that matter. If I am ever called upon to offer a pray for some reason (let’s hope not) I would like to pull this out of my back pocket.

Democracy thrives under good leadership. Democracy withers under bad leadership. Under the worst leadership, Democracy dies. Fear the Autocrat disguised as a savior.

It’s tough to put into words what yesterday’s ride means to me. I wish I was better with words. To start, it felt good. Turning the pedals is — work. It’s also joy, pure and simple. You are moving forward and you are doing it under your own power and no one else’s. That’s part of the experience. It’s all on you and no one else. Watching the road come up and then disappear under the front tire gives you such a feeling of progress, it’s satisfying. I look up to see beauty all around. The sort of beauty you don’t see when screaming through the terrain at fifty mile per hour. Beauty you are seeing. Cars passing by don’t disturb me, perhaps they should, but they don’t. I’m lost in the moment, or perhaps it’s more accurate to say, the moments. I listen. I hear the tires rolling on the tarmac. Another indication that I’m making progress. Then there is the existential. It just feels good. Good to be out there. There’s no place else I would want to be in that moment. It’s all part of the experience that will eventually bring me home and allow me to write this. While you are pedaling, there is no thought of what is to come later. You look up, you see a bend in the road in front of you and there is no indication what is beyond. That’s part of the mystery. Naturally, you can never be completely sure your body will allow you to get where you are planning to go. I find that now, more than ever, the thought of finishing the ride is not assured. The desire to finish has become another point of the exercise. We can’t be sure of anything, but when the goal is reached and you dismount, it’s a cause for celebration, a celebration of one that feels good.

I’m unsubscribing from (most) everything that comes into my email.

I’m tired of being told what to think.

If you have something worth saying, I’ll find it.

Taking a Step Back

It’s time to take a step back from Stoicism and temper it with a bit of Socratic wisdom.

Knowledge, which we are all seeking and what all philosophies have as their ultimate objective, is a journey…

Stoicism provides tremendous insight into how we should live our lives.

Socraticism is the attempt to define why we are living our lives.

Focus

It doesn’t hurt to occasionally remind myself of my daily goals…

Breathe… Repeat…

Occasionally I will sit on the patio in the morning and just soak up the early rays of sunlight. Tux is always right there with me. Keeping an eye on things, no doubt making sure nothing interferes with my (or his) reverie.

Everybody in Redmond, Oregon drives either a bad-ass pick-up truck or a bad-ass Jeep. I think Tacoma owners should go with little rubber dinosaurs. After all, dinosaurs eat duckies for lunch…

While I’m not at liberty to reveal the identities of these wonderful children, those of you that know me will know they are near and dear to my heart.