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Foggy Morning After Cashmere

After such a clear and gorgeous bike ride to Cashmere the day before, we awoke to fog and what looked like rain that had just stopped.

The mountains take on a different dimension with the fog.

Here you can just make out the mountain in the background.

I had time to take my daily walk this morning before we would be driving home. What is normally a very busy town during the day and evening, is very quiet at this time of morning.

The other day Susan and I had discovered these bikes that were outside of the Icicle brew pub. I asked the early morning worker about them and he said they are free for anyone who wants to use them. It is totally on an honor system and they don’t lock them up. Seeing all the stickers, and the type of bikes the are, I think Icicle is safe that no one will steal one.

During this walk I found a bus stop with very interesting bicycle station that seems such a great idea. I doubt it would work against thieves in a big city, but a small town like Leavenworth would get good use of it

Room for two bikes.

Tools available.

The other side of the covered bus stop has benches for bus riders waiting area.

We are home now with no immediate plans to return to Leavenworth as Susan’s fly tying class has ended after five weeks of instruction and tying. We have a busy couple of months coming up and I hope to blog about some of it. As well, I like to think I might do some catch up blogging from the past few months ;’-).

Happy Spring to all ;’-)

Through Orchards of Eastern WA

I am so very behind in blogging and may try to do some catch up later, but here is our most recent adventure. I am hopeful that this might motivate me to get the oom-pah-pah to do some catch up. For now — here is what we did this week…

I also want to mention that I am trying out my old blog site at blogger: I prefer that format and in the past had to use an app on my IPad to post there, and that app went away. So I changed to this site. I will do both for a while but may change over to the other if it works OK. If you are interested in my blogs, you might want to follow both for now and I will tell you when I decide which to actually use.

Our weekly trip in Leavenworth offered the opportunity for us to extend a day or two, so we took advantage to add a longer ride to Cashmere. There is a busy highway that connects the two towns, but we were able to avoid all but three short stints of that and stayed on back roads.

The roads seemed to be made just for us (or for the farmers I suppose) with little to no traffic, and polite, patient drivers when there was any.

It is early in the season and the tree branches are bare, but there is beauty in that as well. The trees were being tended too and sprayed, and soon the blossoms will be full with another beautiful scene.

We enjoyed all the country-ish things along the way and could not resist a stop for some of them.

Once in Cashmere (home of the infamous Aplets and Cotlets, those horrendous jelly candies), we needed lunch. Susan stopped for a chat with a woman walking her preschooler home and asked for a recommendation. We would NEVER have found this place without those directions. With the somewhat hidden side door entry, and a name like Milepost 111, it seemed like one of those “knock three times and tell ‘em Joe sent you” places.

We had very delicious hamburgers and were very pleased with our meal. And we rather enjoyed the doors to the restrooms.

Our day started with sunshine and mostly blue sky, ended with cloudy sky and heavy headwinds! Next morning showed the rain that had happened during the night and was just beginning to clear. Though we have done this route a few times in the past, it had been long enough to truly enjoy it as if new! Great day.


December — a month of Christmas and Family and Friends

Our month of December was very full as usual and we had the additional joy of having the Smoldon family come up from Sacramento for the family weekend in Leavenworth. For the past several years Mary and Phil have hosted us, as many of the family that could make it, for “Mary’s Little Christmas” at their homes. in addition to tree decorating, cookie decorating contests, Christmas carol singing, and wonderful meals shared together, we had other activities to enjoy.

There is the annual tree lighting event that lights up the entire town.

There is Father Christmas who rides in the horse drawn carriage down Main to greet the children and hand out golden pears.

Some years we have a lot of snow, some we have a little snow, and some we do not have snow. We had just a dusting of it as we were all preparing to drive home on the last day. Four year old Andre wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, but loved it once he started playing in it.

And who needs snow to enjoy a playground?

We took walks around town to enjoy the festive feel of the season.

And my favorite…

As usual we all had a fun and warm time together. The following weekend we would be having fun with friends for our annual Rainbow Rider Christmas Weekend. We have gathered for this weekend for at least 12-15 years, and for the past 6-8 it has been on Whidbey Island at Fort Casey. We rent a few of the military houses and have a grand time together.

This year we took a different route for our ride which involved catching the ferry to Port Townsend. We cycled on the Larry Scott Trail which connects to the Olympic Discovery Trail.

Through town, under tunnels and back to the ferry for our return trip and more Christmas celebrating.

Christmas Eve found us at Jenny’s for the family gathering and gift exchange where I did not take photos this year!

And then there was my December Bicycle Ride & Seek Challenge…

One more ‘celebration’ that I had was our November Ride in the Rain team hosted by Dan and Elaine for dinner.

One more photo for this month is one very dear to my heart. My nephew posted a photo of his PopPop (my Dad) taken on Samso Island, Denmark — my Dad’s birthplace and home as a young man. He was 67 years old when this photo was taken, and I am happy to be carrying on his legacy. I was riding with him that day and I do recall thinking how great it was that he was cycling at his age (funny to me now as I continue biking at 10 years older than he was here). I will miss him every day of my life.

An Historical Ride …. and SNOW

The 50 year old Seattle Viaduct will be destroyed. A new tunnel into town will take its place. It is a HUGE deal around here. The tunnel opens today (2/4) for auto traffic. This weekend there were 30,000 walkers/runners allowed for part of it on Saturday, and 12,000 cylists to ride the entire tunnel and the viaduct on Sunday. We did the bike ride.


I didn’t take many photos, or very good ones, as I was attending to other riders, many of whom were NOT attentive. It was an ‘adventure’ that I am glad to have done, but riding with that many cyclists (some quite inexperienced) is a risk!!

Our intent was to ride to Seattle on Saturday and stay at a hotel for two nights and ride home the day after the Tunnel Ride. WELL!!! SNOW had us change our plans, and fortunately so. Halfway home the snow started.

Here we are on our way to the city on Saturday.

A little blue sky when we got there.  

The next day (Sunday) we left our hotel which was located right at the start of the ride (good planning).

After the ride (no snow, no rain — YAY!), we returned to our hotel and watched the impending snow news. It kept getting worse so we started packing for our departure. We were a little disappointed to have to shorten our adventure in town, but knew better than to stay another night.

We were fortunate for the first half of our return trip, but soon the wet frozen water starting hitting us. It was not that nice, soft, fluffy stuff. No, it was more like pinging needles hitting your face.

We got home in some accumulated snow and felt fortunate to have made it! Near home it did become soft and fluffy and since we were now only blocks from home, we started to enjoy it!

It is still snowing this morning with expected 5-6 inches by the end, and SeaTac Airport has canceled flights!! This is our first snow of the season and it is a good one.

Good to be home safe and warm! Had we not ridden when we did, we would be stuck in Seattle for a few more nights with low temps turning the streets into sheets of ice!

Here it is at our house with about 4 inches and more still falling …

A ride in some rain

Believing the forecast for ‘overcast with some sun breaks and little to no chance of rain’, Cindy and I met up for a ride on the Burke Gilman Trail. In that anticipated weather we would ride across the new 520 bridge across Lake Washington, or ride to Lake Union in Seattle, or at the least ride to and around UW campus. Depending on our destination we would amass anywhere from 20-30 miles for the day. HA!

On the trail for about ten minutes, neither of us wanted to say the ‘R’ word as we separately felt the first few misty drops. This was bound to change right? They said! We staunchly continued on for yet another ten minutes before deciding we would stop for tea at the nearby Starbucks. Approaching our tea stop, the rain seemed to be stopping, so on we went once again.

But alas, we were getting wetter and colder as we went. Time to abort our original idea and return to our cars.

All was not lost however as we had a decent adventure for a cold and rainy day.

I found a couple of walls for my ‘Walls Challenge’. The walls of the bike tunnel are whimsically painted for our enjoyment.

A bit further along, in the now actual rain, I stopped to catch this wall.

We had made a stop at the very beginning of our ride and learned some history about the Red Brick Road that we visited.

Note the writing at the bottom on this next poster about the high school students creations,

Here are those sculptures..

We learned quite a bit of history here at the preserved little piece of the Red Brick Road.

By the time we got back to our cars, as Cindy had predicted, the sun was peeking out from the clouds and the rain had totally stopped! Oh well, so be it. We had a good day together and got in a lot in a ten mile ride ;’-)

First Bike

I have not been able to find exactly what I wanted for this post, but I think you will get the idea.

I grew up in a rural part of Baltimore County, and I don’t ever remember having or riding a trike. I remember having a four wheeled something. Not exactly a car, and not exactly a cart. This photo is the closest I could come up with though it is much bigger than the one I had. I know mine did not have a hand brake either. But it did have four wheels ;’-)

Most children seem to learn to ride a bicycle at around the age of 5 or 6. When I was just under 9 years old and still not riding a bike, my Dad said if I learned to ride he would buy me a new bike. Me being born a bit late in their lives, mine were older parents and less likely to be out in a field teaching a child to ride a bike. At least in that ancient day!

My only siblings were two sisters who were much older than I. Several (at least 5) of my cousins lived very close by and I had a favorite one who at the time was my best friend. John. When he learned of my Dad’s ‘deal’, John put me on his bike and, running along side of me, taught me to ride.

This photo is not the same as his bike, but as close as I could come up with.

John’s bike was older and not in nearly as good shape as this one. I was soon riding John’s bike and rode past my house to wave to Dad who was sitting on the porch. He was probably as proud as I was.

The next day, true to his word, my Dad arrived home with my new bike in the trunk (trunks were big back then!) of his car. A JC Higgins.

Again, this is not the exact bike I had, but comes fairly close to that one with horn in the down tube and a light on the front fender. And mine was blue. I don’t really recall my first solo ride, but more than likely it was to ride up to the store to get something my Mom needed. Long before anything like ‘panniers’ were even known about, my Dad bought me a ‘saddle bag’ so I could carry things with me. I felt pretty cool on this bike with saddle bag (I loved horses at that age and would often pretend this was my horse).

I have said, though I was late in learning to ride, I am probably riding much later in life than anyone I knew back then in my childhood. Thanks John, you were my hero. Well, you and my Dad! There are those who think they had the best dad in the world. Mine WAS the best dad in the world.