Curtis Corlew blogs on bike commuting, retirement, buying new bikes, maintaining his bicycles and other bike and bicycle related stuff. Complete with lots of photos of Tricia.
Monday, August 11, 2014
Washington Cascades bike tour, Day 4 and 5, Randle to Paradise and Mt. Rainer
Read all the posts about this trip in backwards order (or better yet, start at the bottom and work up) here.
Executive summary: Forty nine miles, 5,446 feet of climbing, temperatures that peaked at 106 on the road, waterfalls, snow, cliffs, and a cool toilet seat. Oh, and marmots.
We left Randle knowing we had a big day in front of us. But it was a beautiful morning with mist hanging above the ground, it wasn't too cold, and we were on vacation, so all was right with the world.
Knowing that our climb would get serious soon enough, and more importantly realizing that we'd have no services for a long, long time, we stopped in Packwood for a shot of espresso. We've noticed in our travels that in small communities there is often a coffee shop that acts as a magnet for the cool and creative. This one was no exception. Even the rest room was a lot more fun the the average commode. And how could we not love a place where our barista was very impressed that we'd ridden a whole 15 miles to get there?
In not too much time, we left the main highway and started into the park along a quiet tree-lined road. Like the tonal quality in the park entrance photo? It turns out that stuffing a camera in a jersey pocket is a good way to accidentally rotate the control dial to the retro-hip, faux-art setting.
We were concerned about water, having been told there was none between Packwood and our ride finish. The toll-taker at the pay gate entrance agreed we wouldn't see any. Only later did we find out there was a water fountain 100 yards past her that she didn't tell us about. Fortunately there was also a surprise water fountain about half way up, at Box Canyon. What with the heat, every ounce made a difference. Tricia and I were both grateful when a motorist where we had stopped for a photo shared a bottle of cold water with us. Heather said she'd kept cool by stopping and sitting in the small, cool waterfalls that popped up regularly along the road.
As we climbed and the day got hotter, the views became increasingly dramatic. I like to think I'm a pretty adequate photographer, and some of my photos are pretty darn swell. But as I go over them they just can't convey the grandness of the views we witnessed. I'm reasonably sure the word "majestic" was made up for this area.
Of course, it would be even better if, way up high, there were a lake. Wait, there it is.
We did eventually reach our goal, appropriately named Paradise, and got our first glimpse of where we'd be staying. We'd have been happy with "not a tent again" but this was even better. Our room window is the second from the bottom on the left. When we woke the next morning we could see deer looking for breakfast.
Indoors, with our own room, and bed, and space for the bikes. Ahhhhh.
We all got to eat in the restaurant, like grownups. Our friends Bob and Catherine had to drop out of the ride earlier in the week, but as they live within driving distance, they came up to have dinner with the group. As if seeing them wasn't treat enough, Bob brought another bag of yummy coffee for us. Dinner and drugs, what could be better.
The day after was a layover day. Some of our group went down the mountain for a hike. I was exhausted. My big plan for the day was to power lounge in and around the beautiful lodge, which I did, napping and reading "Into Thick Air," a bicycle touring book. Tricia, not so wimpy, was ready to hike and even dragged me out for a bit. I say "hike" but really I mean short stroll on easy to navigate nearby paths. She'd have actually hiked. I made photos and marveled.
That tiny person in the photo is Tricia.
I'm doing it again. Flower photos. I have no excuse beyond the fact I was in a land of amazement.
I promised marmots, didn't I? I'd never seen one, but there they were scampering around just like they were regular ol' animals and not the magical beasts they are.
I shot a panorama with my iPhone. The problem with this blog is that it makes it look like a tiny wide photo. Try clicking it and see if it looks any better bigger.
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Curtis and Tricia,
ReplyDeleteI can't tell you how much I'm vicariously enjoying your trip! I have done this ride but always enjoy hearing others' experiences. Your weather is great weather and the photos are fabulous! (Thanks for all those flower pics Curtis!! :)) Stay safe and have a great time!!
Alison (the pink pannier one....)
Thanks! I feel important. Someone that I don't force to is rreading my blog. Amazing. And, did you know you are in it? http://ccorlew.blogspot.com/2009/04/100-miles-solo.html
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