Angel’s Staircase ride ticket punched

Did it, carried my bike, have pictures of views. I spent Thurs night @ TH pondering the map and during s spell of internet access I read a local ride description: ride it clockwise. Popular TH and ride area for horses as 1 load came in after dark. Road climb is 3000′ and steep in places, imagine the size of the truck engine to pull a trailer w/ 4 horses in it. Way bigger than my Sprinter.

Geared up and headed out just before 9:00. I exchanged greetings w/  the night arrived horse packer. I saw a mtn biker w/ dog @ TH and pedaled up to learn of his plans. He planned the same route and I tagged along. During the conversation I learned that his name was Gary and he is senior design engineer for 777 new wing @ Boeing. He had ridden several of the area rides but had never put this complete loop together and I was “eager” to help. The trail climbed up to Clooney lake and was an acceptable ride in spite of dirt bikes, horses, hikers, & mtn bikers chewing up the pumicey “soil”. Trail climbed again up into larch forest and opened up. Views are stellar. At Clooney lake the trail climbed as in “carry a bike” up to pass and views stretching across Lake Chelan that was hidden by foreshortening peaks. We saw Stuart, Glacier, Pyramid ( from 2 days before), very rugged peaks. Another hike a bike across a talus slope brought us to top of Angel’s Staircase which is a technical ST downhill switchbacking across mountain side dropping down into an alpine basin. Gary rides an older hard tail w/ 2″ travel fork and rim brakes. He can ride it pretty well. I passed him on downhills enjoying the plushness of my full suspension and disc brakes. My bike’s travel is 5.5″, i measured amount used after ride and found I still had 1.5″ available.

Ride was only 21 miles and about 4500′ vert but it was slow and took about 7 hours some of that time was spent gawking @ scenery. Prince Creek flows down to Lake Chelan, this was a creek I hiked up several times on backpacking trips.

Final climb up to Horsehead Pass and then almost all downhill on a way more dusty trail. Appears that most traffic travels this trail because of steepness of trail above Cooney Lake.

Back @ TH there were more rigs. One was from Spokane and their trail registration stated “loop” just like mine. I wrote a note on my card inviting them to visit me under their windshield wiper. They stiffed me. They might have finished their ride just before dark.

I spent the night @ the TH and shared Oregon ride info w/ Gary.

Last night forecast called for possibility of showers. B4 bed I covered the bikes. During the night I heard rain drops and smiled again in that i did not have to get outside to cover them up. Hardly any rain fell. People have said it has been a dry summer. Fire danger is very high and no fires or charcoal grills are allowed.

Today several more horse rigs arrived before i left. Glad I rode during the week than today.

I drove down and further up Methow to Winthrop to an outdoor shop for local ride info. I was shown a Falcon Press book, as a rule these books are just junk. She said falcon hired a local to write the guide, none other than Steve Barnett. We have some history but it has been resolved.

Winthrop is this funky old logging town on rt 20, the North Cascades highway. The engine quit years ago and it is now a small tourist town attracting tourist driving the Cascade Loop from the Puget Sound. The road thru the N Cascades is spectacular.

My plan is to do a ride near Loup Loup, Starvation Mtn & Lightning creek tomorrow and then drive over Sherman Pass, again on RT 20 and then on to Spokane early next week. I like being in familiar places.

Earlier this week a large outside pot grow operation was busted near Sun Mtn. Several helicopter flights were required to ferry all the evidence out to be burned @ an undisclosed location.

I am reading another Wendell Berry book, That Distant Land. It is a collection of writings arranged chronologically and many of his characters lives are carried forward over the years. I read one about Mat, 84 yo, too old to work his farm anymore. He grows a garden and spends time resting after his work. he is worked out. One day he determines that his fence line needs looking after and heads out on a walk longer and harder than he has done in several years. At first it is all downhill. He passes work that he did during his time and remembers the people long gone who helped him. He turned around and was faced w/ the daunting task for an old man to climb back up to his house. He struggles, several times he falls and wills his body to get up and keep climbing. While he is down he thinks that were he is is a pleasant spot and that he could stay there forever. Fortunately he is rescued by younger people in his life. That night in his hoes his wife finds him wandering around in the dark. He doesn’t know where he is. He is put to bed and the next morning his mind is gone. he remains in bed for days and suddenly his mind recovers and he is among the living. But he decides that he will never get out of bed. Slowly his body gives in and he dies of worn out old age. I thought about this writing during my carry a bike up this climbers way trail. I wonder when I will be faced w/ my help, I have fallen and can’t get up and then i do not want to get up anymore. I am just shy of 60 and someday i will be worn out and can’t play @ this lifestyle anymore. It is in my mind. Mtn biking is filled w/ pain and punishment and much joy. Elevated pulse and ragged breathing. It would be easier to ride the trails in the midwest that lack the  thousands of feet of climbing. Someday way off into the future. How do you face your own mortality? How do you accept that your body will not allow you the joys of physical exercise?

Off to more punishing rides and pushing out that day.

Day 2 in Spokane

But first back to Republic, WA and Sherman Pass.

Monday I continued my drive back to Spokane from the Okanogon. i stopped and tourist a bit in Republic on the East side of Sherman Pass. Old town on lad stolen from the indians for ranching, timber, and mining. I did some quick internet work on Giardia and discovered on Wickapedia that Goldenseal root has some healing properties and I found a health food store and started eating the herb. Some success but not  completely cured.

Drove up Sherman Pass ttrhu the White Mtn fire back in ’88. I skied @ the pass over the years and seeing the summer bare ground gave sight to the steep slopes down to the highway. Mel, I looked for the traffic camera once dfriving slowly and later pedaling and I could not find it.

I drove down to the West side to ride up ST to pass and then Kettle Crest trail out around Jungle Hill and down. Hot day and a bit of exhaustion forced me to push my bike. I rode stuff that in my previous rides I needed to walk which pleased me. I shared the trail w/ destroying slow elk and their offal. The trail down was a blast and I rode it w/ aplomb. Nicely done.

Kirk, I kept my clothes on for my solar shower. Before I could get wet a rig pulled up behind the van and a guy & girl got out. they saw my van and wanted to read the stickers. We struck up a conversation and it turned out that I met Andy way early during the creation of the mtn bike club I cofounded. I met his wife, Jen. They live in C d’A. Moy tongue loosened and I spewed stories. I invited myself to share their campsite and stories continued until the fire died. Oh, I did get my shower before joining them. They invited me to share their driveway.

Tues then I finished my drive to Spokane and started calling people. Randy is leaving on Friday for an Alaskan fishing trip making his schedule the tightest. He invited me to dinner for beer and he grilled salmon that I have not had since I left. Good friends Randy & Lisa.

I walked in front door of U District PT, the caretakers of my body, and put a big smile on Jeff’s face. Jill welcomed me. Jeff invited me to lunch on Wed.

Visited w/ Tim @ Bicycle Butler, my local bike shop. I will be doing a shop ride w/ them tonight. I am allowing myself to get a feel for the SPokane mtn bike scene that I didn’t do when i lived here because of time constraints. No constraints equals opportunities.

Yesterday driving across Division st I heard a crash inside the van and turned to see the contents of my medical drawer on the floor: the drawer exploded. How fortunate that Don, who built the cabinets, is in Spokane and not far away. Today he put the drawer back together and I pick it up tomorrow after the glue dries.

Slept in Randy & Lisa’s driveway last night. Before falling asleep I heard a cat fight. Later I was awkened by skunk squirt.

Lunch w/ Jeff & Jill was very pleasing. He is a fan of my adventure. I have some good friends, some of them i did not know how well.

This is Labor day weekend and Spokane has Pig out in the Park, tonight’s mtn bike ride might be an urban assult ride to riverfront to hear Too Slim & the Tailgators.

Gotta go.

Down from the Entiat

Internet access is a lovely thing to have. I am parked on a side street in shade of tree in Chelan, WA. Lots of ties to Lake Chelan area from introduction back in ’70 on Safety Harbor fire and many subsequent visits for backpacking along upper shore of Lake Chelan to numerous mtn bike rides. Hot & dry w/ lots of sunburned / tanned tourists.

2 days ago I drove over the divide between Leavenworth & Entiat, an OK logging road system that spared me 40 miles of pavement. Drove to end of Entiat River road and then 4 miles up logging road to Entiat River TH. Too late in day to ride so I hiked 3 1/2 miles in on trail that I would ride to get a feel for a ride. these trails are closed to motorized travel so the tread should be in better shape, or so I reasoned. Hikers and horses pulverized the ground exposing roots and the pumice dirt underneath. Deep dry woods. My Sporttiva shoes are an open mesh upper. When i removed my shoes my shocks were dusty and my feet looked like I had been walking barefoot. Tomorrow’s ride could be slow and dusty.

I drove back down the road and found a spur road that was level and camped.

Wed Am I drove back up to TH and same cars were still in parking lot. Geared up & headed out. Trail was faster than I expected. Passed where I turned around yesterday. Trail climbed and I started hike a bike more frequently & longer. I reached the intersection of the dead end trail up to Pyramid Peak and stopped to access my desire. The trail climbed another 2300′ in 3.6 miles. I decided that I did not need to see the view from it’s summit. The trail climbed up to Grouse Pass @ 7400′ after pushing my bike over rocky sections. Up near the pass the tree cover changed to larch which to me is pretty. In the fall the needles change to a golden color and fall off. Too early for that this time. Trail dropped off pass. My reading of the small scale Green Trail maps indicated the trail would be mostly a traverse to trail junction dropping down the Entiat. Small scale maps lack detail and I paid the price as the trail had a few more ups. Sketchy ST bench cut into hillside w/ a bit of exposure. Pretty country.

Made the trail dropping down the river.  Made it back to TH unscathed. No berries at all.

AT TH my solar shower was hung off my van in the sunshine awaiting a toasty shower. The outside of the bag was hot, later I learned that the h2o was tepid even after soaking sun for almost 5 hours. Something about the air temp robbing some of the heat. I decided that nobody would be arriving @ the TH so I took a naked shower. I was soaping myself up when a white FS truck w/ lights on came around the bend. I covered myself w/ my towel. the guy waved @ me and said Hello. I asked if he minded and he said no so I dropped the towel and continued. He parked just out of the way and left me alone. I later thought that he might be writing me a ticket for nudity. He left and I sat in sun drying off.

I was planning on riding Devils’ backbone the next day from either Entiat or Chelan side. I figured I could ride up Lake Creek some 4000′ climb to access the ridge. I remember a nasty talus slope that we climbed up when I rode the backbone previously. It was serious carry a bike and I did not want to deal w/ that again. But I would ride out till that spot and turn around. Today when I drove down off the high point I decided that I didn’t really want to do this massive ride. I chose to drive to my next ride up above Twisp, Foggy Dew.

My memory of where I was during the fire of ’70 never gelled. I stopped @ the Entiat RS and asked for info on the fire. Tom, the rec staff guy about my age offered info. He said that I was there. An empty field was turned into a fire camp where we were flown by Chinook helicopter out to our spike camp. I don’t know where we dug line and camped for those 9 days and he didn’t either. Further conversation he told me the FS guy from yesterday told of interrupting a guy taking a shower. I introduced myself. I learned a bunch of stuff about protecting our forests from all kinds of user groups.

I stopped @ a produce stand and bought some tasty things and talked to 2 people working there who were interested in my adventures.

Shopped @ Safeway in Chelan and you are now caught up.

Off to Foggy Dew. I will drive to the upper TH saving myself a multi thousand foot steep logging road climb. Cheating, maybe.