Saturday, March 10, 2012

Wayfinding for a Way, a Ways, and a While on Raleigh Greenways

Time to try out the Raleigh Greenways. This affords a few opportunities. It's new ground to cover, some wayfinding, and a good opportunity to see the capital city. This was the original goal:

Starting out the day the trees are celebrating spring.



The ATT on the south side is a beautiful ride.



Raleigh and Cary greenways use many more wooden spans. This one was particularly long and a good preview of many of the day's trails.



Heading further east through Cary the bike lanes are great and trees still in bloom.



Bond lake in Fred G Bond park looks great. The ripples tattle on a bit of wind.



On the NW Maynard Greenway I stopped for lunch.




Eventually I wound my way up to Lake Crabtree.



Then around Umstaead and with some serious adventure I finally popped out on Crabtree Creek trail. The Crabtree Umstead trail is supposedly in planning and desperately needed.



Crabtree creek trail winds along the creek like any self respecting major city greenway.



This pond near the eastern end gives me specific mental challenge. Sewer pipes clearly run through the pond. Just keep pedaling.



This was either logging damage or remnants from tornadoes last year.



The Neuse River greenway appears on Google Maps bike routes. It is well protected by a suburban labyrinth. It's not exactly ready for prime time yet.



Generally I found Raleigh much less cyclist friendly. Sidewalks with abrupt ends, no sidewalks, no shoulders, and just down right cyclist hostile in several areas. I opted for this hike-a-bike obstacle over trying an alternate route on local roads. Again, Neuse River trail isn't ready for primetime unless you're feeling adventurous. The road ahead:


And the road behind:




Wrapping up the construction area known as Neuse River greenway I found myself in another anomaly known as Anderson Point Park. Cross a bridge over a major four lane road to get into this park. There is no escape from the park. It is bounded by Neuse River on three sides and Knightdale Bypass on the the fourth. I bounced around in here like a bottled bee for a while until retracing my path back over the bridge.

One of the highlights of the park is this fire circle overlooking the river.



Heading back west finally toward home I rode another wooden walkway through this swampy area that reminded me of the song "Swamp Witch" by Jim Stafford(?).



Getting pretty low by this point I recognized the name of a friend on a road sign. This one's for you Shane.



I passed WRAL as the sun set.



Darkness was long and tough on this ride. I ended up skipping several greenways due to time. Early in the day I forwent Lake Lynn and Shelley Lake. After darkness I skipped some of Lake Johnson and then Beaver Creek Greenway in Apex.

I made it through the blackness of one corner of Lake Johnson without issue and escaped the trails into a parking lot. A street light and picnic table called out like a beacon in the night. I sat down to change batteries in a couple of fading headlamps, eat, and study the maps. My route was sketchy ahead as I tried to escape the beltway. The refreshed lights and caffeine shot blocks bolstered my confidence. I needed that jolt when I rolled out onto Jones Franklin.

New Bern Ave was a miserable ride. There was at least some sidewalk. By far the worst rides were Jones Franklin Road and Ten Ten Road. Never ever ever attempt to ride a bike on Jones Franklin. I dropped into parking lots when possible. I rode in the grassy glassy median challenging the puncture resistant tires. This was 1.6 miles of pure terror. Crossing I-40/I-285 on Jones Franklin felt like escaping a dungeon through the sewers, my own version of Shawshank. I could not wait to get back to the rural abyss.

Riding through downtown Apex I struck up conversation with a pedestrian. He was keenly interested in the ride and how I would still ride to Southpoint before calling it a night.

By this point I was pretty low. My left iliotibial band was dissenting. Darkness and wave after wave of cold fell. Eventually I made it to the ATT and off the road. It was good to escape the road. I didn't mind the soupy fog and colder temps, at least not for a little while.

This was practice. I maintained hydration with the double edged sword of each cold sip. I put it together at some point to put shotblocks in my pocket closer to my body to warmup before eating them so they were less like cold tar. I slowed on the intake to two blocks every fifteen minutes. That kept digestion to a minimum leaving blood circulating in my extremities. Multiplication tables kept my mind busy. Keep moving, keep focused, keep hydrating, keep eating. Keep moving.

Northbound to the paved ATT, off the pavement, through the unsurfaced trail, through Southpoint, by the cemetery,  past SouthPoint Crossing, and finally into shelter.




Ride time: 11:20. Plus a bit for the few times I forgot to start the watch or fought with navigation
Elapsed time: 12:42
Mileage: 112.3. Ironic. Ironman distance. Moots was more comfy than tri bike.
Arrival time: Around midnight

The final route is appreciably different from my original goal:


Wayfinding took a while. It didn't help when my Garmin 310xt would go completely blank. I think the route was just too many waypoints for it. I cut the route down to just the unfamiliar parts just to get it to fit onto the watch. It may have fit, but it didn't exactly function. On more than one occasion I reverted to a paper map and my iPhone. A better GPS is now a priority. I fumbled over this long enough.

I need to practice early starts. Joe Walsh said it best, "Start in the morning and get the job done. Take care of business and we have some fun. All night long."  50 miles before lunch is my loose goal at this point. For this ride I hit 30 miles before a 1PM lunch. That ain't gonna cut it.

I will keep something up my sleeve. Somewhere around Apex I remembered an extra headlamp in my frame bag. Two head lamps and two bar lights made a crisp forward view. I could even set one or two to strobe so others could see me. Caffeine shot blocks and spare batteries were other aces. I emptied my camel back once and then dumped one bottle of water into it. I strategically kept the last bottle separate and discrete. Puncture resistant tires were helpful through the numerous patches of glass through the day.

I still need something else to keep toes warm. I also need to get my bivy and sleeping bag mounted so if push comes to shove I can shut down and wrap up.

I need more practice wayfinding. The scant little hints of trail still escape my untrained eye. I need another trip on Raleigh Greenways, maybe backwards. I need to find alternates for New Bern Ave and Jones Franklin first. I'm still hopeful for Palmetto Trail, Katy Trail, GAP/C&O, and possibly Virginia Mountain Bike trail.

Nutrition is going to be interesting. I was ravenous after this ride and into the next day. I need more training to string these days back to back.

Overall I prefer Durham bike lanes, bike paths, and greenways. Durham traffic never instilled the fear of New Bern Ave, Jones Franklin, or Ten Ten. I also didn't find myself riding in the dark into the abrupt end of a sidewalk. More sampling may be required.

All in all it was a good day, and night, for adventure.

Special thanks to Rebecca for all of her support. She manned the phone to make sure I arrived safely.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

March Moon Miles

Pictures are worth thousands of words but the tell a better story with just few supporting words.

Thursday was a great evening on the ATT.



After slicing the knobby rear tire the Moots is now outfitted with Continental puncture resistant tires and slime tubes.  The forward view is quite different without the 2.4" mud tire out front.



This will be the the site of the new ATT bridge over I-40 when (if?) the politics and budget ever work out.



This is the unfortunate end of the trail. The right of way makes it tempting to continue southbound.



The bike looks much different without the big knobbies.  It feels much lighter an nimble as well.



I stumbled on a nice dam adjacent to the New Hill ATT trailhead.











Water water everywhere.



I hadn't noticed this before. It's tucked right between two car dealerships.



And finally night finds me again. The moon was still out lighting the way.



March is looking good for miles so far.  I have a new "armadillo" tire on order to get knobbies back onto the moots.  It's been nice skimming along on these cross/light trail tires.  In loose dirt, leaves, and mud they have absolutely no grip though.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Nite Ride


Darkness gets a bad rap.  Admittedly it can be scary.  That fear may be based in reality or, I suspect more commonly, in our own minds. Darkness can also be beautiful. Tonight I found it particularly stunning.

When the sun was setting and temps dropping my muscles were warming.  In Duke Forest I stopped with the last traces of daylight to bundle up with remaining layers and snarf a few handfulls of trail mix.  I resumed pedaling into into darkness.  Helmet lights and handle bars lights fought a losing battle against the encroaching blackness.

Light and temperature plunged like two kids leaping off a dock into a summer lake.  My eyes strained at the darkness and my toes stung with the cold.  Then mother nature delivered a stunning second act.  A steep climb slowed my pace and revved my engine.  At the slower speed my senses adjusted to the darkness.  The work of climb fired my internal furnace.  Suddenly I could see. I could see the world bathed in soft moonlight. I reveled in the delicate balance of the warmth of my work against the cold darkness. The world slowed down and I slid into place like a link in a chain.

Night is really just mother nature's way of turning down the volume.  It is the visual parallel to taking the artificial noise out of modern music that is added to enhance loudness and overlaying a baseline synchronized to cardiac rhythm.  Take away the blaring and banging. Take away the noise. Take away the excess and leave the adequate.  Read the book, without the neon highlights.

Moonlight provided enough light to see the trail with an incentive to feel the trail. I could just make out the gravel crunching under the tires.  I could discern the edge of the trail by the change in texture and shading. Soft steering and harder pedaling attested to deeper gravel that sight only suggested. Trees and grass were present but winter's brown weight was shrouded.  The moonlight and headlights were bright enough to see what I needed.  I could perceive the here and now and get just a wist of the trail ahead.

I inferred enough to miss trees on the trail and steel cables at trail heads. I found the road along with the noise of cars, headlights, and civilization. I turned around and retraced my steps through the moonlit forest reveling in nature's mute button.





Saturday, March 3, 2012

Rainy Muddy Miles

I welcomed the Moots home properly with a nice muddy ride.

After moving pedals from the Tricross back to the Moots I set out in the drizzling rain this morning. Late night and early morning rain made a water wonderland. I made for the north end of the ATT and Starbucks for breakfast. The trail was completely submerged in several places. After coffee, oatmeal, and an apple fritter I headed back south with more zeal.



This was flowing over the trail when I first crossed.





Durham seems to be hosting a biker convention



With all the extra water the falls are still nice


I couldn't resist riding the stairs and parking deck this time. The Moots eats stairs like everything else. Nice views from the top of the parking deck


Heading south on the ATT I found plenty of mud



Looping around and heading back north I found a friend enjoying the water









It was a beaver swimming along the trail.

Heading back north I was making good time until I got a flat in the bad part of town. There was a broken bottle hidden in debris on the trail. Stupid litter bugs



I'm glad to be running a new slime tube now. I'm not sure about these tires. They may get replaced with Kevlar and steel belts. Flats at sunset suck. The cold sets as the light fades. A 29" tire holds lots of air. That was quite a bit of work with miniature pump. Then I had to do it again when the tire didn't seat properly. It was a fight to get back up to speed and crank out some body heat. I zipped up the vents, cranked the tunes, and hammered the pedals. I dallied a bit on the trail to escort a woman back to her car. Police were out earlier warning that people were getting robbed along the trail.

I finished up in the dark and headed in muddy and happy.












100 miles in the saddle and one flat. Welcome home Moots and welcome to March.