Looking to the future has been bleak as well. The skeleton crew at work beats me to the punch in getting vacation approved months before I ask. My June requests fell on deaf ears since everyone asked for those weeks off. I got Ragbrai approved, thankfully. But I did not use all my PTO last year and rolled it over for this year. I do not recall taking significant time since Ragbrai last year except for a few days here in there for medical reasons. I needed a break. I needed to do some riding. Then I saw the first full week of May was available. Mary was not able to get the entire week off but had Wednesday through Friday off. So a few days of solo and a few days with Wifey. Do it.
Originally I wanted to take off on Saturday and ride to the High Trestle Trail, camp out at The Bridge on a picnic table and then ride to Slater and ride the entire Heart of Iowa Trail and camp in Melbourne. The third day would be to ride home via the Chichaqua Valley Nature Trail. Colin Lamb was going to be my partner in crime for this. My Gravity Vanquish single speed would be the steed. It's wide tires would be needed on the unpaved HoIT. But the rain and cold and my desire to have a few more days of healing told me otherwise. My other idea would have me get up with Mary and ride her to work and then break off for a century on the Raccoon River Valley Trail. While people would be working I'd be at the office of my LeMond Versailles cranking out miles. Back to back centuries.
|That moment, on the Clive Greenbelt|
Monday came and I was an hour late leaving. Not organized but I did manage to roll out by 530 am. Breakfast consisted of two egg & cheese tacos which started the food theme of tacos everyday. Had to take Ingersoll Ave instead of the Bill Riley Trail because of a correct suspicion that the trail would be flooded. I was right. I did a clockwise loop of the RRVT. Felt great to be on the old friend.
Other sights included a fox running across the trail west of Jamaica and two pheasants at an intersection near Dawson.
|Not a lake but a corn field. What water was not standing was flowing south toward Des Moines.|
The one mistake I made was not recovering properly once home. I had time to shower and consume a drink and take my daughter to her band concert. No feeding, no real replacement of fluids. This probably would not have been an issue except that the only food I consumed for the 111 miles was two egg and cheese tacos before leaving, two PowerBars and 1 bag of PowerBar gels. No road food. Lesson learned--EAT!
Tuesday was a recovery day. I knew that I failed to recover properly. Take it easy. 14 miles on the Trek Soho to view flood damage and then ride the Vanquish to Cumming for Taco Night with Colin. I stayed in my pajamas all day for all 44 miles. I recovered. Steak and Ramen for lunch.
|Steak and Ramen|
|Causal Tuesday. I rode 44 miles dressed like this|
|The Soho was the hack bike of the week. Grocery runs through flooded trails ect. It got over 25 miles this week.|
|Colin and Randy at the Cumming Tap.|
|Sam at the Lean To. He helped me drink the bottle of Sangria since Colin was too chickenshit.|
|Tacopocalypse on Tuesday at Cumming. Day Two of the Taco Theme.|
Wednesday Mary was able to ride all day. To our displeasure it was windy. Since the LeMond was still filthy from Monday's century and her roadie nearly as dirty we opted for the Cannondale RT3000 tandem. La Machine. Light and fast. No racks, no bags, not even one of those frame bags, built for untamed speed. Breakfast was at Fuzzy Tacos in tradition of the Taco Theme.
We rode to Bondurant, Iowa. Our route was the new trail extension from Berwick. but to get there we took MLK all the way to E 30th and one block north to Scott Ave and then a right to the Gay Lea Wilson trailhead in Pleasant Hill. Wunderbar!! Ja!! MLK is not completed BUT it has a side path all the way except for the last 50 yards. This eliminates the industrial zones we used to take and most of the railroad crossings and traffic. Now the jaunt on E 30th may involve some trucks but it only lasts about 2 minutes. Once on the trail we turned toward Copper Creek to catch the 4 Mile Creek Trail to catch the Chichaqua Nature Valley Trail near Berwick. NOTE none of these trails were flooded.
|Reclaimed Rails Brewery. Opens at 4 pm. It is 11 am in this photo.|
Bondurant was as far as we went. Mingo would have been nice, Baxter an ultimate goal but we were not in the mood to fight the wind anymore. We both were disappointed that the new brewery, Reclaimed Rails, does not open its taproom until 4 pm. It was 11 when we got there.
We took the old way home. First we rode to the trailhead of the Chichaqua Trail and then county roads all the way to Altoona where we caught the eastern start of the GLW Trail. Scott Ave to E 30th then MLK. We were flying on the way back. Sustained 30+ mph on the flat until that damn stop sign north of the graveyard. Felt great to work well together and get the C-dale up to speed.
|Best water station I have ever seen. Bondurant, Iowa.|
|Thursday's preride meal was at Margarita's Mexican Restaurant. I had the Two Tacos lunch.|
Thursday was more ambitious. Ride to the High Trestle and stop at Snus Winery. Because of the delayed Neal Smith Trail closure for repavement of a certain section that is most likely flooded, we essentially took 6th Ave all the way to Ankeny. Normally we turn at the Italian restaurant in Saylorville, fly down the hill and intercept the connection of the NST to Oralabor Rd. This time we continued north and ended up exactly where we wanted to be: The Git n Go on the corner of Oralabor Rd and Irvindale Ave. It was a pleasant road with a nice fast hill and residential. This cut off maybe 2 miles. Once on Irvindale Ave head north to the High Trestle Trail. Straight shot, no bullshit or hills and sidepath available. 5 miles from the Oasis and Julie Hugos bench.
A quick respite at the Oasis and then straight to The Bridge. The tandem was once again traveling fast. There was one quick stop at the git n Go in Madrid for Gatorade. Said sports drink was needed to was out the airplane bottle of tequilla we each did on the Bridge. It was Cinco de Mayo and we needed to rehydrate.
Snus Winery was a wonderful stop. I wish we had time to split a bottle but we did not. However, since we were on bicycles we were given a free glass. Mary chose Kitten which is their sangria and I picked the Marechal Foch, the only variety that grows in Iowa that truly competes with Napa Valley in terms of a dry red. We sat on on the big white rocking chairs and relaxed until it was time to go home. I want to return and perhaps witht eh other tandem or a bagger bike. Spinna, their moscato take wa delish and I also like Blushing Clair, their rose. Another ride. As it was we were able to take 2 bottles, Marechal Foch and the Kitten home plus two glasses to add to our collection.
|Relaxing at Snus Winery.|
|One of these rides I plan to split a bottle while resting on Snus' rocking chairs.|
|We scored two bottles and two glasses.|
Unfortunately, we forgot about the construction on NW 66th at Sycamore Access. There were signs, we ignored them, too busy of a sign to read. There was a detour but we got on it late having to walk the bike across 66th. The rest of the way was good. Despite the flooding the river only came within a few yards of the trail and we had no issues.
Two days on tandem, 44 and 75 miles, gave way to our singles which were cleaned and lubed and aired up and ready to roll. It was Friday and time to roll south. Head to Carlisle and take the Summerset Trail to Indianola. The McVay Trail would take us to highway 92 and then about a mile to Annelise Winery. On the way back we hit Summerset Winery. Honestly, I think the glass of Summerset's Marshal Foch wine was the best glass of wine I had in my entire life. True, I purchased two bottles back in February but something about today's glass was outstanding. The only downer was that I only had room to carry back one bottle today.
|In Carlisle stop at Fiss's for their giant tacos. I had two. 12" tortilla.|
|Annelise Winery. The owner is putting a lot of money into this place. in expanding parking and festivity rooms.|
Back on the trail we rode hard to get back to Des Moines to join the cycling community at Confluence Brewery for the Bike Month Kickoff. Delayed by a train in Avon Lake and then gambling that Hartford Rd would not be busy since the Des Moines River Trail, our normal route, was flooded, we managed to get to the brewery by 7 pm and enjoy a beer with our bicycle friends. We stayed until dark. I was glad I put a light on my bike but thought it was dim until I remembered I was still wearing my prescription sunglasses. Made it home alive a little more baked from the sun but just as good as I was when I left. 60 miles.
Essentially this was a Ragbrai tune up. I put in 340 miles from Monday through Friday. Discovered that I really should eat on the road but eat light. Despite all the opportunities I kept my alcohol consumption light as well. Zero mechanical issues. greater appreciation for the tandem and the road bike and most of all my loving wife Mary.