Our town's been invaded by GRS for the Mt Hood Classic. Sarge called me
up & said "Let's get out of here & hit the Syncline for a couple of hours.
I need to hammer." Last week when we went for a ride there, we'd got
caught in a rainstorm & winds so strong I got blown over & off my bike.
Clouds were piling up in a similar manner today, so we beat feet for the
Washington side.
About a month ago Sarge introduced me to the bottom section of Coyote.
Normal people ride this one in a downward direction. Crazy people ride
up. You know which camp I'm in. Last time we'd ridden for about a half
hour before tiring of the "on the bike, off the bike" dance & turning
around for some veryveryfast downhill. Today, we made it to the same
spot in 15 minutes with no dabs. I was more than willing to turn around
at that point but Sarge (who's ridden up it before) suggested we ride
"just a bit" farther. (Now where have I heard that before...)
I ended up having one of the best rides of my life. My winter weight
training regimen has given me that extra little "oompf" required to get
over more challenging trail obstacles, and I was finally able to apply the
"look where you want to go" rule (and its more useful cousin "don't look
where you don't want to go"😉 in the extensive rock gardens. I've always
been too freaked out by the pointy stuff to really commit to it. Today I
rolled over stuff I'd not have thought possible for me to do. Threaded
some pretty narrow switchback slots between big boulders too. 🙂
"Just a bit" farther turned into heading for the top. Two hours of nearly
unrelenting technical problems later & we popped out on the road for a
long grind up to Agony Hill. At the last minute we decided to pass on the
Agony, opting for the scenic route down to Maui. I still can't clean the
first stream crossing in Maui, but my brain was so tuned in after the
warmup on Coyote that I rocked & rolled everything else, a first for me.
What a great feeling.
45 minutes later we were back at the car & Sarge was treating me to one of
her fabulous lemon-cocunut bars. (She's my understudy for Trail Snack
Queen - I'm hoping to glom some new recipes for AMB-ID '06.)
Injuries - we have plenty but they're all too superficial to warrant
mentioning. Oh yeah, there was one strange incident where some small
fuzzy wasps got in my shirt & started gnawing away & I had to do the
flinging off of the helmet & shirt & dancing around slapping myself thing.
I'm sure that looked entertaining.
I'll know in about 2 days if my 3 attempts to stop & wash off the poison
oak were successful.
gabrielle