Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Deep Kitsap Peninsula Penetration

On Sunday I tried to find a central route from the east shore of hood canal, where Redsland Creek cuts in front of the start of the Burma Road, all the way to the Lost Highway, and beyond. Despite what the maps say, I couldn't find anything. I even talked to locals, who claimed there was a road, but it got shut down 15 years ago and is now impassable and cut off by private property. Doubling back to the Tahuya River, I climbed up Belfair Tahuya road and cut in at Bald Point Vista. even though I log jammed in some other circuitous spurs with some less than optimal riding surfaces, I eventually found my way back to the road, some dirt, and then on to the Lost Highway. I should have tried to find the logging roads connecting to the east shore and ridden them back to Redsland to see where I popped out. I even thought about it when I was there. Dropped down effendahl pass through the Tahuya state forest.
Tahuya think you're talking to, bub?
In August this lake apparently dries up
Did not see another soul behind the fences. 
One of the lakes. Can't remember which one. There are a number of lakes in the Kitsap hinterlands, and they all have names. 
Some of the logging roads were tough to ride, like this one 
Bought a little cooler, had frosty beers and cold hummus in the bush. Like a civilized motherfucker. 
Piece in the mensroom of a downtown Bremerton bar. 
Detail from Judge Dred, the best law and justice themed pinball game
I'm a fan of rap music, I love rap music, but I went to see Macklemore in concert anyway because he played in the Paris of Kitsap County.







Sunday, August 21, 2016

Chores Ride Chores Bed - Olympic Peninsula Loop debrief

Beach 2, La Push
Last week I rode my bike around the Olympic Peninsula in Washington state, mostly on Highway 101, but also on some logging roads. Here are some of things I thought. 

-I love riding alone, I love riding with friends. I think I love riding with friends more. 

-Less than 300 miles. It wasn't very hard at all. Kind of felt like a slacker. Only steep climbs that presented big challenges were on the forest service roads, and that was mostly because of gravel.

Shortest day: 15 miles, forks to la push
Longest day: 70 miles, kalaloch to wynoochee 
Bear shit: lots
Queets River

Tthere is a lot of natural beauty on the peninsula. That natural beauty can be found on the public transit bus too. The unhinged woman clutching the stuffed animal as though it was a living service animal telling dick jokes to the man with the softball sized neck goiter all the while upsetting the drunk woodsman who complained to the bus driver and told his fellow passengers to 'knock that shit off' were all very beautiful and natural. 
Kalaloch
-Witnessing the Sunday morning walk of shame from second beach at la push was one of the lowlights of the summer. I hate to say it, but maybe national parks needs to ban overnight camping there, or limit it somehow with a lotto. People right now are getting bent out of shape over some navy airplane noise above the park - which I heard while I was there and agree shouldn't be allowed, no doubt - but the bigger threat to the 'pure' nature experience and public health has got to be turning one of the state's most beautiful places into an open toilet. That said, I had a fire, hung out with a friend, got drunk, wandered around in the surf and wore beach two sand for days. So I'm just as guilty. 
Beach 2, La Push

-Getting off the highway shoulder and into the woods (kisses fingers) the best decision of the ride. What struck me was how vague the maps were when the road, tho narrow in places, was well developed and fit to be ridden by a president.

-Saw a lot of bear shit on the 22/23 road.
Kalaloch Campground

-The paranoia and pissyness of western Washingtonians seems to be greater than their eastern counterparts. Also, you see more wildlife in the east. On the peninsula this go round I saw only a tame doe and her tame fawn hanging around the pay station at Fort Flagler. 
Kalaloch

-The hornets get aggressive this time of year, late summer early fall, out foraging and fucking shit up. On the 23 I stopped for some sardines and chill and almost immediately was accosted by some big, mean looking hornets. Shy of an inch in length. At that size you can really make out the detail of these fearsome creatures, straight out of the depths of the forest primeval. I swatted at them, told them to back the f up, used a water bottle to bat them away, which made a very satisfying sound. The hornets fled and knew who was boss. Having solved that problem with brute force, I set about my business. Little did I know, I had underestimated my new horny adversaries. within seconds twice, three times as many hornets were up in my face, seeming to say, oh hell no. Break yourself, fool!- I gathered my stuff, quickly, like i was fleeing a cartoonish cloud of enraged hornets, which I was, and ran away, never eating my sardines. 

- Spent two nights on the foggy coast, much of it without shoes, and saw only brief glimpses of the sun. I love the sun.
Beach 2, La Push

-Mac and cheese, the good kind, with the sauce packet, and a package of tuna fish, is such a satisfying dinner. It takes away a lot of weight from the luggage, bonus! This was the best meal of the trip. Even better than beach hot dogs. God it was great.
Forest Service Road 22

-Returning to real life is tough. It's so much more complicated.

-Here is a map of the route of Forest Service roads 22 and 23
-I still want to eat everything. I'm so hungry all of the time!

JAMMS

Because of the remoteness of the peninsula, riding solo, and spending six nights in a tent without access to battery recharging facilities, jams were a real luxury. A luxury worth cannibalizing my head lamp and rear bike light. Nothing like jams gooses your morale, makes dinner by headlamp feel extra fancy, or helps on grueling climbs while on your sixth hour in the saddle.

'Panda' by Desiigner
-last summer had so many sweet jams. This summer has not really had many except this one. Hope you killas understand me. 

-'beyond the sea' and 'mac the knife' by Bobby Darin
 I'm into Darin, but only his nautical themed work. 'Ya know when that shark bites with his teeth, babe/
Scarlet billows start to spread'

-60s garage, like '96 tears' by Question Mark and the Mysterians, the gentrys, Danny and he juniors. If it's about a specific kind of dance or dancin' lady or taking a double shot of my baby's love, I'm into it. Surfin' Bird. 

-FM stuff, stuff you wouldn't know the band or the name of the song, but you know some of the lyrics. 'Judy in Disguise,' 'I love you more today than yesterday,' 'sweet city woman' (And she sing in the evening/Old, familiar tunes/And she feeds me love and tenderness and macaroons), 'express yourself' oh and the list goes on. 

-'the perfect way' by scritti politi 

-'alive and kicking' simple minds 

- the Weeknd, pretty much whatever. He's R & B for depressed devil worshippers. 'It's like eviction number four now / Go 'head and ash it on the floor now'

-creedence, man. - CCR on the dirt and lesser trafficked roadways 

-Mrs Officer - by Lil Wayne. I know you wish ya name was Mrs. Carter, huh?







Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Forest Service Road 23 skidoo

If you sliced open the belly of the Olympic peninsula this is what it would look like inside. Taken from donkey creek road (the 22 road). 
My mission: to find the 23 road and ride it all the way to the hood canal. I wanted to avoid Aberdeen and all that, and ride some dirt all the while finding a direct route from the city to the ocean. Despite what this bullshit map might lead you to believe, it's actually quite easy.
The route is easy. Not the climbs. The climbs are hard. I dumped my bike during the first pass. I stayed up, but apparently f'd up my rear pannier. You can't tell from the pic, but that's a damn steep hill.
Back in civilization. Turn on the cell phone. Start planning the next trip. 


Big crow stole my half-n-half

Queets River
At the queets trading post the showers were closed, but I bought exactly six half-n-half cups to get me through one more day. I left them on the picnic table outside next to my bike. As I returned to the store I noticed a big old Raven or crow lunch-strutting around on the table, doing its best to act inconspicuous. When i returned the bird was gone, but so were two of the cups. Found the remains of one about ten feet away.
South of queets the sun returned and I found this guy on the side of the road. He didn't last long, though. He fell off somewhere without me noticing.
Lots of pissy people out here. Much more paranoid than eastern Washington.
Quinault

Kalaloch in the fog

Kalaloch at dusk

I hope this tree makes it
I used this board two years ago to leave a message for my friends, and we were able to meet up in forks. People use cell phones now, but reception is sketchy out here. 
Beach logs KILL!
Hobo dinner. That's ham steaks, beans and beer. Very satisfying. 






Second beach at dawn

Sun breaks at dawn on second beach in la push. It was hard getting the bike down to the beach, but it was a pain in the ass getting it out. Everything was covered in sand for days. 
Apparently forks is popular with the fans of an old tween novel that is set here. 
Hoh rainforest


Sunday, August 14, 2016

Second Beach is played out and tore back but I still love it



-A woman wearing sandals and carrying a leather purse
-A person with a giant horny pitbull wearing a diaper at the end of a leash (no dogs allowed in the park). At least a leash.

-Toilet paper everywhere 
-beer cans
-Kids too young, hating the hike
-Old people too old, maybe this might be their last hike?
-There is no firewood, but there are a million fire pits. 

I came here for the first time 20 years ago almost to the day. Pristine, gorgeous, secluded, all that is gone. They even clearcut an overflow parking lot. So many tourists, so many dipshits. It's still beautiful. 




OlyPen loooooop

It starts on a ferry 
One night at Faye Bainbridge to see the meteor shower with some folks, but only saw a few, prob too close to the city
Fort Flagler the next night. Sometimes I like that state park at night atmosphere. All the crying babies and yelling kids and drunk adults. It's like a village.
The bridge to marrow stone island
A nation of offlaws? A nation of offal? Keep putting these trump signs up, Olympic peninsula, you're going to start scaring people.
Caught the bus from port Angeles to forks. I should have ridden it, and instead caught the bus from port Townsend to port Angeles. Between PA and PT almost that whole section sucks. But I got to PA pushing against a headwind, aiming for Dairy Queen by the waterfront, and stumbled upon the bus. Got a site at an rv park across 101 from thriftway. Soft grass. Soooft. The forks thrifty's has got a good note book selection.


Sunday, August 7, 2016

Summer bummer

I'm getting the sneaking suspicion that our endless spring will transition directly into fall, with but a passing attempt at summer. 
View from the west seattle bridge 
Derelict piano left to the weather near pigeon point
Rode to dellridge around alki down to the stairway to heaven and back