Thursday, August 02, 2007
After my big ride last Friday, I woke the next morning to find this...
Moose had totally destroyed our garden in the middle
of the night.
Collards, Kale, Chard, Broccoli, Cauliflower....they even tore
great hunks of carrots out of the ground.
Moose are not tidy eaters....there was slobbery, broken
garden debris everywhere.
And what did I do?
Just sat down and cried.....
The kale was waist high....
the collard leaves were HUGE---15" long!
Several broccoli heads were perfect for picking....
I didn't take the precaution of building a fence or
some kind of barrier around the beds. We usually
only see Moose around our house in winter....
I didn't take precautions, and look at what I've lost.
It just breaks my heart. All summer long, I've gotten up
in the morning to go sit on the deck in the sun, drink coffee,
and gaze lovingly at our beautiful garden.....
It makes me wonder: Where else in my life have I not
taken sensible precautions against disaster? What else
have I lulled myself into a false sense of security over?
On a cheerier note...
the Big Dude is doing good.
He doesn't care about the garden or moose
He just wants to snooze in the sun.
Regardless of the lost garden, I'm still collecting
what foodstuffs I can for the coming winter.
I went out blueberry picking with my friend Nelle.
Good conversation, good harvest.
During the cold months: blueberry muffins, pancakes, pies.....
Sunday, July 29, 2007
My best ride yet, in terms of distance: 77.2 miles!
I decided an out-and-back to Chatanika Road House
was a good ride---3 mile climb with a 6% grade to Cleary
Summit, then a 5 mile descent on the other side....
(then a more gradual 7 mile climb from Chatanika, back.)
The weather was just as challenging as the mileage: I got
drenched in the first downpour at mile 0.9. Yes---that's right!
Not even a mile out and I was wet and cycling in soggy shoes
for the rest of the day....
Here's the view from Cleary Summit.
It rained/sprinkled on me for most of the ride up.
It took 3 hours to get up here---just 27.8 miles!
Slow on the hill climbs...
Destination, Chatanika! Mile 35.6 on my odometer.
You can see Sheila there in the foreground.
I at a sandwich and some pretzels, enjoying the one
bit of sunshine I was to see all day.
While I was eating, I kept hearing muttering thunder
off to the North. I realized I couldn't spend too much
time on lunch but had to head back up to the summit
before the storm caught me.....
A view starting back home---Chatanika, and the
building storm over the Northern hills.
I made it over the summit (7 miles of climbing took
almost an hour, exactly! I was watching my HRM, and
ended up having my heart rate at 160-170 for 2 solid hours...)
and started heading back down the other side. Once I reached
level ground, the storm (which I'd so far been outrunning)
caught up with me and all Hell broke loose.
There we were, myself and Pretty Sheila, the only metal thing
on the road for miles and massive bolts of lightning were
ripping across the dark sky---then thunder like whipcracks
right overhead! I felt the booming reverberations in my
breastbone....and just started riding harder and harder.
There is a 5 mile stretch of flat road back to the Fox
intersection and I kept Sheila at a pace of 22-25 miles
an hour, the whole time being drenched by a cold
monsoon-like rain. Seems I can cycle better in adverse
We made it to the Fox weigh station and one
little patch of sun! You can't tell, but Sheila
and I are soaked to the bone. I refilled my
water bottles at the Fox Springs, then headed
the 18 miles back to the car via Goldstream Rd....
...where the storm caught me again! Torrential rain!
Thunder! Lightning! Big moose crossing the road!
(Would've taken a picture for you folks, but I was
a little busy...)
I arrived home sore, tired, wet, and proud....
So far, so good, I tell myself.
My Century ride is that much closer.
Next week...a 90 mile ride.