|Spring or Springs was another item on the Ride & Seek list for April. I took advantage of the world's longest train when Mary and I got stuck downtown after eating at Fighting Burritos.|
It's been a cold, and gloomy cloudy 3 weeks in Iowa and the sun finally decided to come out for this weekend. Forecasted high for Saturday was 71F. Officially in Des Moines it reached 76F. The Sirens Call for a long ride was ringing in my ears worse than my tinnitus. The plan was to ride to Bondurant with Mary but the need to chauffeur our daughter for a band solo competition put an ax in that. So I decided that I ride to Cumming and be back in time to hook up with Mary and do another 20 to 30 to 40 miles with her once Dora was done and safely off to work. A quick 23 miles on the roadie and then possibly tandem with Mary. Then the phone rang.
|Rob on the Troll Bridge|
Rob den Hartog on line one. "Do you want to ride with me and Kevin to Martensdale (44 miles)?" Why not? Could knock this out quickly and still meet Mary by 1230 pm. "Yes, yes I would." Our rendezvous would be at Orlando's at 8 am. This would be the same people I rode with to thwe High Trestle back in October.
DISCLAIMER/APOLOGY Yes, I said I'd do the Capacity Ride. But damn it, it's going to be in the 70s! I'd hate to waste this opportunity by riding a block and standing around in a bar day drinking for a few hours and then riding 7 more miles and stand in a bar day drinking and come home all fouled up. No offense, that's a January ride and I've been doing it for what seems like 5 months. had it been raining, then yes. But I needed to get out.
So it was a little after 8 am when I rolled up to Orlando's. Took my LeMond and tore up the house looking for a spare tube just in case. I noticed that George Flagg is all tore up for expansion and repaving. 20 years too late but at least it should be done in a month. I was grateful for the new rock path from SW 30th to the trailhead on Flagg. Even the entrance to the Ikes is blocked. Rob took to the grass to get to and fro Water Works.
It was a fast ride to Cumming. As usual my commuter speed did not allow me to adjust to riding a fast bike with a fast person so I had to work at it for a lot of the ride. The headwind did not help. At Cumming we called Kevin and he met us at the Tap despite it being closed. Kevin said the magic words, "Anyone want a beer?" Why yes, we would like a beer." He then produced 3 cans of Founder's Dirty Bastard Scottish Ale. "It's not the coldest," he apologized but often quality beer does not need to be at near freezing temperatures to enjoy. Rob and I were grateful. Neither of us had a touring bike and bags like Kevin had, LHT. One and done then off to Martensdale.
|Kevin on the Troll Bridge playing with his phone.|
|A better photo of Kevin playing with his phone on the Troll Bridge. Me apparently speaking Italian (talking with my hands).|
One quick stop at Kevin and Kari's homestead where we got to look at sheep and play with sheep dogs. What a wonderful place to call home!
We noticed that the cracks that had been filled with tar now had a sorta of brown tar on them and that these were very soft and made your bike wobble when you rode over them. Not good. These are all south of Cumming. Avoid if all possible.
|Kari and Kevin's sheep are in the family way! How low will their bellies go? Photo stolen from Kari's FB page. Why on earth did I not think of taking my own photos? I would have had 8 or 9 sheep looking at me.|
|This dog did not like me at first until he discovered that I could throw a ball for him to fetch. Photo stolen from Kari's FB page.|
Of note were all the trail users on this section of trail. Normally, I only see a few bikes south of Cumming. But today quite a few. Walkers too as we approached Martensdale.
Another one and done at the trailhead in Martensdale. We missed the Road Side Inn and are disappointed that a 4 wheeler business took over the building. We did not go down the hill to the gas station.
|Me on the Troll Bridge, Dirty Bastard in hand.|
On the way back we stopped at the Troll Bridge and had 1 or 2 Dirty Bastards. Mary called and said she was ready. I suggested that she meet us. She did after hosing off her bike and lubing the chain. Her last ride on it was wet and filthy. She met us just east of the site formally known as the Lean To.
Once back in Cumming we stopped at Iowa Distillery. I like their Swell Vodka and Prairie Fire cinnamon whiskey. Today we sampled bourbon and rye. I liked the bourbon and plan to purchase a bottle when I am back with a bike with bags. Kevin purchased something but I forgot to ask. Interesting, one of the patrons there was a State Representative from Wisconsin with his wife. Apparently, he met with Iowa's governor the day before. He asked how far we biked and where we were from. We expressed the importance of trails such as the Great Western Trail and it's impact on the communities it goes through and the tourism. Also we noted that the beer, wine and spirits industry should be encouraged to flourish. Keep it civil.
With that we parted ways, Kevin heading home and Rob and I heading north. Soon we found Mary and were a trio again. I had a great surge of speed and left them behind until I reached McKinley Rd and stopped to wait. But what did I see? A GeoCouch! Upside down near Frink's Creek with Busch Light cans underneath. Yes, I had to do this. Mary was the photographer.
|Iowa GeoCouch #42|
|Just off of SW McKinley next to the trail and the dead end. This cannot be seen from the trail. Mary did not see the dead weed between the camera and me until after we got home and looked at the photos!|
Back on the trail we said good bye to Rob who was off to make a big lunch for Brenda and himself (grilled burgers). Mary sensing I had the munchies, my corn beef on rye sandwich at 730 am long since gone, and asked if I needed to eat. We rode the western Gateway and ate at the Fighting Burrito. Then rode to the sculpture park for a photo. I needed a rabbit for this month's Ride & Seek hunt. Lacking a kickstand and respecting the art work (DO NOT TOUCH THE ART) I managed to prop my bike up with my water bottle under one of the pedals or stays and I tip toed around the bike for the photo a gust of wind knocked the bike down. One moment I looked like an absolute genius for parking the bike with the bottle and then the next a fool. pride before the fall... Off to home.
|Yes, Virginia, I need a real camera.|
Switch horses and rode to the store and then home for dinner. After dinner we rode to Gray's Lake and sat on a bench looking at the night skyline of downtown Des Moines while sharing a bottle of Moscato. Gray's Lake was busy. Such a beautiful day and night. Incredible views of our city. It was a shame we had to go home and call it a night. Home by 1030 pm full filled with fresh air and vitamin D. Until the next wonderful Saturday....
|Blurry night shot of Mary and my bike.|