Saturday's Ride

Saturday's ride was one that certainly should go on record. I set out with no agenda. My wife banned me from the house for a couple hours so I could recover from my lack of bike time in the last couple weeks (I have the best wife in the world). So with no destination in mind, I just started pedaling.

My first random stop was a machine shop pictured above. It has some cool, old architecture and busted out windows that allowed for a peek inside.

It was like a journey back in time in there. Lots of old tools, manuals and furniture. I bet there's a million untold stories of what was made here. Enlarge the photos to see some of the detailed whatnots on the shelves.

After a short break at the machine shop, I hit the saddle again. I recalled a great fishing spot nearby that I'd been to a couple times by car. My aim was to just head straight there and sit for a thermos of coffee for a while.
As I pedaled toward the ol' fishing hole, I got distracted by the sound of falling water. I was on some tiny, one lane country roads with zero traffic. So I could clearly hear the rumble of water down an unknown road. The intrigue pulled me in until I had wandered down a new route to find the water feature pictured above.

Since I was on a new road, I decided I'd take it as far as I could. Little did I know that I'd be climbing... a lot... a whole lot.
Up, up, up I went for a good part of a 45 minutes. Lots of the road was still covered in snow. Some of the super-steep climbs were tough to stay upright with no studs on the tires. When I took this shot, I was about to give up and walk the bike up on the side of the road. But I slip-slided my way all the way up.
The trees were so thick that it is hard to tell how high I was with photography. But I couldn't believe that this much of a view was so close to my house. If you could see through the trees, it would be a jaw-dropping view. There were a couple lookouts along the way that were heavily marked with "No Trespassing"  signs. I was bummed to not be able to walk out and take some shots. But I'm a wimpy rule follower. So I pedaled on.

Eventually, I turned back. Checking the map on my phone showed me that I would be climbing for another 45 minutes and getting a tough route home if I kept going. It's a route that I eventually want to do. But this ride needed to come to an end. So I coasted down the hill (fingers on the brakes and anticipating a wipeout in the snow) and busted out the coffee near the creek.
Since all of this is private property, I appreciated the stealthy colors of the LHT for my restful coffee stop. It allowed me to sit near the road and break for a while until the coffee ran out.

From there it was a straight shot, boring ride home. The end of an exploratory trip like this is always a buzz-kill. But that's what it takes to get there, I guess. I will be back for more of this route, for sure. Other than the fact that it's a 5(ish) mile ride to get to anything interesting, it was awesome. I want to see where that road ends up and what it shows me along the way. Next time I'll bring a fishing pole.

Get out there.


  1. A bike, a road and a camera. Life is good. Even better with a thermos from 1955 8>)

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  3. Great post! I loved the machine shop, the LHT, the winter sights, the creek, and (of course) the coffee. Well done.

  4. Eventually we always have to come home.
    But that's not so bad, eh?

    1. Home is my favorite place in the world. I'm a hard core homebody.