Trip Log – Day 149 – Yosemite National Park to Midpines, CA

Yosemite to MidpineOctober 1, 2015 – Rain, 60 degrees

Miles Today: 46

Miles to Date: 7,904

States to Date: 25

 IMG_4403Yosemite Valley is perfect to see on a bicycle. After a breakfast among ‘townies’ who cobble together a living as climbing guides, I spent the morning rolling through the valley and stopping at the sights. Perspectives changed as the sky went from rain to clouds to patchy sun. I took the Valley Loop Trail to Yosemite Falls, El Capitan, and Bridal Veil Falls.

Solid clouds formed to the east, so I decided pedal through them before they entered the park. Eight miles of steep downgrade in heavy, windless rain. More water splashed off the rocky cliffs than I saw at the signature falls. At the 8% grades, I stiff legged by right heel on the pavement through streams washing across the pavement. I pulled into El Portal Market to dry off. Their coffee stilled my shakes; their chicken salad filled my belly. Other folks stopped by to chat and recounted that our rain was snow, stranding travelers, on Tioga Pass. With my usual luck, I managed to cross the Sierras one day ahead of winter.

By three the weather cleared and I continued on to Midpines where I had a tent cabin reserved at Yosemite Bug Hostel, a very hospitable place with cozy cabins, great showers and tasty coconut squash soup to kick off a delicious dinner.

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The north wall of the canyon.

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Along the Yosemite Loop Trail

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El Capitan’s long face.

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Looking north up the valley floor

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El Capitan through trees. / Bridal Veil Falls

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Beyond the park, heading towards Midpines

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The oldest rocks in the Yosemite Valley

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Profile Response: Kristin Black, Leavenworth, WA

 

HWWLT Logo on yellow“I’ve got some errands to do. Come with me.” Kirstin Black suggested before I even took my bike helmet off when I arrived at her home on a Saturday evening. “I’ve got to work later, but my housemate will be here. You and I can get to know each other now.” Kristin has a cyclone personality that makes you feel important and included from the start. I stowed my bike and off we went.

“I have to feed the horses I tend before my waitressing job.” Kristin explained as she drove up Icicle Canyon, and pointed out houses she cleaned. “When you choose to live in a place like this, you have to find a way to make a living.” Icicle Canyon on a misty afternoon could be the set of a Tolkien movie; trees and mountains so vertical they must be enhanced by magic. “Besides, Icicle Canyon is the key to my cycling. It all comes back every time I drive this road.”

IMG_3681Kristin didn’t own a bike until three months ago. “There’s this couple, very attractive, who ride their bicycles all over this area. They also do long tours. I saw them one day on Icicle Road and thought, ‘I can never do that.’ But since I found Jesus I’ve been reevaluating what I can do – I can do anything. So I got this idea to get a bike. I looked online and found a used Disc Trucker. When I called, the woman of that couple was selling her bike. Jesus planned it. She gave me a good deal, had it tuned up, everything.”

On July 1 Kristin rode seventy miles, a personal best. She was motivated by the date – the nineteenth anniversary of her son’s birth. He died at three months old. Like many bereaved parents, Kristin speaks of him as if he left only yesterday. And the years between then and now are a blur. “I was so selfish and my life sucked. You can’t buy joy.”

But faith can bring you joy, as Kristin will attest. Kristin wants to combine her faith in Jesus and her newfound love of cycling. She’s planning to ride and proselytize from Washington to Florida next spring. She’s raising money on gofundme,com.

We fed the horses and returned to Kristin’s place. Her housemate came home; her neighbor brought over dinner. After her shift, Kristin returned, as enthusiastic about Jesus and cycling as before. I have met other born again Christians who find Jesus in mid-life. For many, it’s a positive way to channel addictive personality traits. I hope that Kristin continues to cycle and makes that trip to Florida. And if Jesus is her motivator, that’s all good as well.

How will we live tomorrow?

IMG_3682“I think the world is in big trouble. Politically, this country is a mess. We’re in a black hole with droughts, wildfires, and sexual craziness. The world is in a dark place. A lot of people say they’re Christian, but they’re not. I would be afraid to have a child now. How would they grow up, with websites like Ashley Madison out there? Our society is so entitled. I am pretty bummed out about it.”

 

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Trip Log – Day 148 – Bridgeport, CA to Yosemite National Park

Bridgeport to YosemiteSeptember 30, 2015 – Overcast, 75 degrees

Miles Today: 96

Miles to Date: 7,862

States to Date: 25 

At 7:00 a.m. I left my nifty cabin along Virginia Creek. At 7:00 p.m. I was eating dinner in Curry Camp Lodge between a trio of Chinese girls writing post cards and a pair of Austrian climbers who had just scaled El Capitan in six days. In between was a tale of determination overcoming faulty planning.

IMG_4376I’d heard there was a good restaurant in Lee Vining, twenty miles from Virginian Creek Lodge. I decided to ride there, eat, and then tackle Tioga Pass to Yosemite. I was careful to check the grades over Tioga Pass, but failed to check the first part of my route. Eight miles straight up to Conway Pass on an empty stomach makes for an irritable cyclist.

IMG_4378Even so, I could appreciate Mono Lake shimmering in the morning light.

IMG_4379It was eleven a.m., with only twenty miles under my belt, by the time I finally ate and started up Tioga pass. My mind spun with alternate plans – no way would I make it 80 miles to Crane flat Campground on the other side of the Sierras. Other campgrounds existed once I reached the park.

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Tioga Pass from east to west is a long, steady, picturesque climb. I reached the summit, and Yosemite entrance, at 1:30 p.m. Over the next 48 miles I had 3,000 feet of fall; perhaps I could make it to Crane Flat. Tioga Pass is a seasonal road that will close within a month. However, the services along the way were already shuttered. Getting to Crane Flat was an imperative, not an option. Still, I enjoyed Tuolumne Meadows and Olmstead Point, my first view of Half Dome.

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Each decent gave me confidence I would make it before dusk; each climb gave me despair. Finally, at mile 64, the road turned to fresh pavement and a steady downhill. For sixteen miles I coasted at 20 to 25 miles per hour. Crane Flat turned out to be just s deserted as other areas, so I kept on rolling down.

IMG_4399There are three tunnels on Route 140 into Yosemite. I came out of the first one and realized immediately what all the fuss is about. Yosemite is breathtaking; sculptured and muscular. Architecturally, it is Gods masterpiece.

The rest of my ride into Yosemite Valley was a joy, though it was too late to stop at the sites. Leave tomorrow for that.

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Trip Log – Day 146 – Reno, NV to Carson City, NV

Reno to Carson CItySeptember 28, 2015 – Sun, 80 degrees

Miles Today: 49

Miles to Date: 7,638

States to Date: 25

IMG_4324Instead of following an ordinary Google route out of town, my warmshowers host Sherry gave me a scenic route out of Reno, though I didn’t leave town until after noon. Having interviewed a wedding chapel owner this weekend, I followed up with a quickie divorce service this morning. I lose my senses and get married over the weekend; it’s good to know I can get it annulled almost as expeditiously.

I was assured to see peacocks among the 2-5 acres ranchettes scattered across the valley southwest of Reno, but they didn’t strut as I pedaled through enclaves that looked like photo shoots for Sunset Magazine. Sherry guaranteed I’d see wild horses as I climbed Geiger Grade to Virginia City, but my track record on seeing wildlife continues to be lousy; no wild horses showed themselves.

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IMG_4330Nevertheless, the rigorous climb to Virginia City was worth the stark, expansive scenery. The final reward was reaching Virginia City and visiting the remnants of the Comstock Lode. Virginia City manages to be touristy without being sanitized.

 

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The decent towards Carson City is a 15% grade, but trucks and RV’s are prohibited, so I could let the brakes out a bit. I rolled into Carson City well before the sun slid behind the mountains. It’s the least impressive capital city I’ve visited. Perhaps that’s appropriate in a state with a strong libertarian streak.

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Profile Response: Lynne Brougher, Public Affairs Officer Grand Coulee Dam, Grand Coulee, WA

 

HWWLT Logo on yellowI found poetic justice in cycling to Grand Coulee Dam during the worst wildfire smoke of my journey; climbing to one of mankind’s most stupendous feats of conquering nature while nature raged all around me. When I arrived, the air was so thick I could barely see across the largest concrete structure ever built (until the Chinese surpassed it times three with the Three Gorges Dam). Built during the Depression, Grand Coulee brought water and electricity to a huge swath of the Northwest. But it also delivered hope to the entire country. If we could tame the Columbia River to serve our purposes, we could cure all of our ills.

IMG_3610Grand Coulee Dam was hailed as a universal good. Construction employed 8,000 people during the worst economic period in our history. The dam provided irrigation for vast agriculture and gave thousands of households’ cheap power. Newsreels heralded this wonder of the modern world, businesses thrived, Woody Guthrie wrote odes to its wonder. On inauguration day, forty-eight shapely women poured water from their native states to symbolize that although Grand Coulee was located in Washington, it served us all. People flocked from all over to visit. Cars drove the scenic road along the top of the dam. Renowned architect Marcel Breuer built a landmark visitor center. Guides toured citizens into the bowels of electrical generation.

It was all such an unalloyed good, but nothing is that simple anymore. After 911 security ratcheted down. No more cars cruise the dam. The tour is a token exercise; most of it takes place on a bus. The only interior space we visited was the irrigation pump room – impressive but hardly as relevant as the turbines.

IMG_3614Grand Coulee could never be built today in this country. We do not embrace public works with the enthusiasm this dam received eighty years ago. Whether you consider that a failure of progress or a success in acknowledging complexity depends on your perspective.

Lynne Brougher is the Public Affairs Officer for Grand Coulee Dam. She coordinates media, oversees the Visitor Center, orchestrates the nightly laser show, and addresses environmental issues. We didn’t meet the day I visited the dam; Lynne was at an offsite conference. However, she was kind enough to talk by phone the next week.

“Our mission is to manage water for irrigation and power generation and flood control. When Grand Coulee was conceived, irrigation was the key. By the time the dam was completed and World War II came, hydropower became the priority focus In 1948, the huge flood on the Columbia added our focus on flood control. Its relevance hasn’t changed in over 75 years.”

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I asked Lynne why Grand Coulee has celebrity status among dams. “Grand Coulee Dam had cutting edge technology. When it was completed in 1941 it was the largest concrete structure in the world, the largest hydropower facility – sheer size captures people’s imagination. When you think about the size and how it was designed and put together, by slide rule and methods we would consider crude today, the work is so fine.”

IMG_3617Discussion arises from time to time about the fact that salmon cannot swim beyond Grand Coulee Dam. In fact, Chief Joseph Dam, the next one downstream, has no salmon ladders either. I asked Lynne how staff might make upstream salmon access possible. “That is not for us to decide. If Congress decides that salmon will be able to swim upstream, we will make it happen, by whatever means they determine. But we don’t make that decision.”

How will we live tomorrow?

Screen Shot 2015-09-28 at 10.47.59 AM“New technologies will be incorporated here at the dam to make our three main focuses more efficient. Demand for power is not going to go away. In the public sector, people are going to embrace smart technologies, and that will continue to increase the need for hydropower. We are always looking for ways to increase efficiencies in the plant itself. We will use power more efficiently, but we will need more.”

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As I rode away from Grand Coulee Dam, past Chief Joseph and on to Brewster on desolate roads through a smudgy sky, I had plenty of time to consider the key issue Grand Coulee symbolizes. What is our proper balance between controlling nature and accepting its vagaries? We have the ingenuity and strength to provide shelter, dig wells, grow crops, pave roads, build bridges, harness electricity, fly planes, build dams. Where do we draw the line between a proper intervention on our planet and an excessive one? Do the benefits of the Grand Coulee Dam outweigh its negative impacts? Not according to the prerogatives of the 1930’s when it was built. Not even by the prerogatives of today, as we continue to keep and use the dam. But we have removed some dams in the Pacific Northwest, and we’re not building new ones. The line between domination and stewardship is a fine one, ever changing.

 

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Trip Log – Day 145 – Reno, NV

Susanville to RenoSeptember 27, 2015 – Sun, 90 degrees

Miles Today: 13

Miles to Date: 7,589

States to Date: 25

Today was a rest day, a day to explore Reno away from casinos. I rode up Windy Hill to see the city from up high in daylight, attended a Unitarian-Universalist Forum on income inequality with my Saturday night host, spent several hours preparing the logistics for my trip through Yosemite – a place that calls for strategic cycling, enjoyed a buffet lunch where I met a gang of medical residents from India, took a writing break at the classic 1960’s Reno Library, and then climbed Skyline Blvd for an engaging evening with my warmshowers hosts. We watched the lunar eclipse from their patio overlooking a canyon.

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Reading area of Reno Public Library

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Profile Response: Sharon Wiggins Self-Storage Spokane, Spokane WA

HWWLT Logo on yellowWhen I began this journey I anticipated having an intimate connection to people and places. Within a few weeks I added a third component to my up-close survey of the United States: stuff. It’s everywhere. Raw materials, manufactured components, assembled objects, wholesale, retail, resale, auction, trash recycling, landfill. We devote much of our lives to transforming one form of this planet into another. We define economic growth by making as much as we can, as opposed to producing only what we need. As a result we have more stuff than ever. American’s houses are twice the size they were fifty years ago, and we have fewer people in each house. Still, we don’t have enough room for our stuff. So we invented the self-storage park. Every town I’ve been through, no matter how small, has one. It let’s us keep the stuff that’s close to our heart, even when it’s not close at hand.

IMG_3578Sharon Wiggins manages Self-Storage Spokane, one of the nicest parks I’ve seen. She described the variety of people who rent storage space.

First, there are people who need temporary storage between permanent residences. They rent a unit, fill it, and don’t return until they empty it. They usually rent for two to three months between houses, although that can stretch to years for people deployed overseas.

Small business owners run their companies out of a unit. “We see them everyday, tradespeople and landscapers, who get their equipment in the morning and return it at night. Basing their business out of here is much cheaper than renting a storefront.”

IMG_3576Others rent units on an ongoing basis and swap out their seasonal belongings. “We have the snowblower and skis in the summer, the lawnmower and canoe in the winter. You can have a more organized life by decluttering your house. It’s a cost effective way to upsize.”

Then there are apartment dwellers that can’t put extra stuff in basements or garages. “It’s cheaper to rent a unit than buy a house with a yard.”

Just as some people upsize via a storage unit, “Downsizing is a lot of our business. People going into nursing homes or assisted living rent large units. Parents have the satisfaction that their possessions are still intact while the children can delay having to decide what to do with it.” If they sell it all when the parents die, no feelings are bruised.

IMG_3577The self-storage business began in the 1970’s and has maintained steady growth ever since. Self Storage Spokane is above average in their pricing structure as well as amenities. They offer climate-controlled units and twenty-four hour security with individual unit alarms. “We also have very good curb appeal, which factors into people’s choice.” Self Storage Spokane projects permanence and stability with its manicured lawns, iron rail fences, and stone reception building.

However, the items in self-storage are not insured by Self Storage Spokane. “This is just like any other rental space. Renters are responsible for insuring their contents.”

As I pedaled away I realized why self-storage is a win-win business model. Storage facility owners have fewer hassles than landlords of occupied buildings and get good return on their investment. Yet renters also benefit. Renting a storage building is cheaper than leasing habitable space.

How will we live tomorrow?

IMG_3575“Storage is a want rather than a need. People have the choice of keeping their stuff. It’s a luxury, not a necessity.”

 

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Trip Log – Day 144 – Reno, NV

Susanville to RenoSeptember 26, 2015 – Sun, 90 degrees

Miles Today: 11

Miles to Date: 7,576

States to Date: 25

If I blasted into Nevada in a Maserati I would go to Las Vegas. But since I’m on a bicycle I’m drawn to more intimate places. A local told me, “Reno is Sin City; Las Vegas is beyond sin.” Reno fits my desire to explore the state that invented the economy of vice at a cycle friendly scale.

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I spent the day downtown. The main streets were blocked off for Street Vibrations, an annual motorcycle rally. I interviewed a couple that run a Wedding Chapel and a dealer in a casino. I stuffed myself at the Eldorado Buffet and strolled among so much leather the scent permeated the dry desert air. The crowd was 80% barrel bellied, 20% string bean thin, and 100% weathered. Festival booths sold all sorts of paraphernalia; much of it unprintable in this family blog, but it struck me that a moisturizer vendor could make a killing. The music was great, and motorcyclists give bicyclists a different kind of respect. We have a two-wheel bond but the commonalities pretty much end there.

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I’ve been to Reno once before, in 1978. The changes to the city reflect changes seen in other cities over that time. The city has expanded out while downtown has shrunk. The economy is more diversified – only 30% of Nevada’s revenue comes from gaming these days – but casinos still define the culture. Reno was hit hard when Indian gaming moved into California in the early 2000’s, and hit again by the 2008 recession. More than half of the casinos went out of business, and newer ones are not locating downtown. The Atlantis and the Peppermill are standalone enclaves on the outskirts of town – fully enclosed destinations with huge parking lots. But what remains downtown turns out to be a great size for an single event to dominate the entire area. Street Vibrations owned center city.

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In the late afternoon I rode along the river; Reno has some cool large scale sculptures. I took Surly to the Reno Bike Project for a new chain, where I met kindred spirit two-wheelers keen to share adventures. Then I pedaled out to my host for the evening. Bob is a member of Servas, not warmshowers, and it was interesting to learn about a different program for inviting travelers into private homes. After dinner Bob drove me around town. Up to Windy Hill for the nighttime view, and over to Atlantis where we enjoyed gelato amid casino whistles and lights.

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Responses: How will we live tomorrow?

HWWLT Logo on yellowHow will we live tomorrow?

“The future ain’t what it used to be.”

Yogi Berra (1925 – 2015), Catcher for the New York Yankees, New York, NY – Suggested by Jean Beaulieu, Fort Smith, AK

How will we live tomorrow?

“Students equate what we are doing here to smoking. The last generation all smoked, but now that is on the wane. Local farming will become a standard of living.

“Being a social worker with a social justice background, it is important to talk across class. Every day I see kids try to communicate across boundaries and fail. The result is violence.

“I live in a mixed neighborhood. It is exciting but also tragic. The middle class people are doing what they think they ought to do, not engaging with their neighbors.”

Laurie, Youth Program Director, Garden City Harvest, Missoula, MT

How will we live tomorrow?

“I think the only way to get through what we’re doing is to open up our heart chakras, to work from a place of love rather than fear.”

Denise, psychotherapist from Los Angeles who relocated to Ashland, OR

How will we live tomorrow?

“I want to listen more. I am a student and a teacher whether I want to be or not.”

Robert, devotee of A Course in Miracles, Ashland, OR

How will we live tomorrow?

“I don’t use the computer. I just sit and watch the clouds.”

Eris, 90 year old motel clerk, Susanville, CA

How will we live tomorrow?

“Hopefully efficiently.”

Jessie, PEAS Farm, Missoula, MT

How will we live tomorrow?

“We are going to work toward health. We have people in our community with Type 2 diabetes and obesity who get a ‘prescription’ for fresh vegetables at our market.”

Juan, PEAS Farm, Missoula, MT

How will we live tomorrow?

“I’d like to do what you’re doing, but I can’t. My back is a mess. Picked up too many heavy loads for such a small guy.”

Dan, former construction worker, McArthur, CA

How will we live tomorrow?

“Let life show us.”

Johnny, free spirit, Florence, OR

How will we live tomorrow?

“I am going to live my life like it’s my 28th birthday – which it is!”

Spencer, Bicycle Tour Guide, Missoula, MT

How will we live tomorrow?

“I’m 71. I’m glad to just get up in the morning. I don’t know how we’ll live tomorrow, but I’m glad to be at this end of life. The world I grew up in doesn’t exist anymore. I moved here in 1981 from San Jose to be in a place where my teenage son would have eyes on him. I always knew where he was. There aren’t many places like this left. They’re going to have to cart me out of here.”

Katie Berkowitz, Chamber of Commerce Ambassador, Crescent City, CA

How will we live tomorrow?

“I was stunned when I turned sixty. I don’t know how that happened. Maybe that’s why I decided to jump out of an airplane on my birthday. I forget that I am an old man. I still think I’m forty. I’ll still think tomorrow.”

Kirk Koenig, skydiver, Eugene OR

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Trip Log – Day 143 – Susanville, CA to Reno, NV

Susanville to RenoSeptember 25, 2015 – Sun, 90 degrees

Miles Today: 88

Miles to Date: 7,565

States to Date: 25

I had been warmed that US 395 to Reno had gyrating, variable winds, so I rolled out of Susanville at first light when winds are light. The warnings were supported by big yellow danger signs along the road, but my strategy proved sound. I logged fifty miles along a generous shoulder through stark desert landscape before noon.

IMG_4268I encountered two cyclists on the road. The first blew by me in his black spandex without a word. The second was a grey haired guy in work shorts and a dirty T-shirt, walking his bike along the gravel. I stopped and asked if all was okay. JR is a homeless person from west of Redding en route to Reno and a warmer winter. “I got another flat, a slow leak. That’s five so far this trip.” One look at his lightweight bike, burdened by all of his possessions, explained the problem. “Don’t worry, guy, I’ve had seven flats.” I didn’t mention mine were over 7,000 miles instead of 200. JR let me give him a Presta valve adaptor so we could pump his tire up, but he wouldn’t take any food or water even though I knew he had less than I carried. I respected his pride and wished him well.

Although my legs keep moving to propel me forward, the journeys in my mind often cover greater range. I couldn’t decide who was the greater challenge in our world: the man who whisked by without notice or the one who couldn’t possibly cope. I mulled that one over, then solved the world’s problems and discovered eternal love at least three times before lunch. My musings lent meaning to the message tucked into the guardrail that I leaned my bike against for lunch:

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IMG_4271No shade today; I snacked with sagebrush for companions and then shouldered on. True to form, the wind was much stronger after lunch, which just gave me more opportunity to upright our planet – in my mind at least. This was my fourth consecutive long distance day, and I was much more patient than earlier days.

I arrived in Reno along with several thousand motorcycles for a rally. Since it’s a city that never sleeps, I decided to do some sleeping and checked into a local place for an early night. Tomorrow is time enough to explore The Biggest Little City in the World.

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