So it’s Friday the 13th. A full week since we were in Seattle. Sometimes when I get back from a trip I’ve been waiting on, it’s hard to write about it or put photos up. I think I get a tad depressed when it’s all over and I have to go back to work. So I sit on the material for a bit, muse about what went on, and then half-ass a post about the whole thing.
So last Friday Jose, Misia, and I took Marv to Washington. We left on time, and thanks to Marv’s cruising speed, arrived at the Tapeworm around 1pm. (Marv likes to take breaks.) I don’t like getting within 20 miles of the Worm without stopping by, and seeing as how Messman couldn’t make the weekend trip, we felt it was a great compromise. The outer trails are really overgrown, and the majority of the wooden features in the Tapeworm are broken, but the trail was still fun. I think the best thing possible for this trail would be a temporary closure. Close out the trail for a couple months and the vegetation will come back, bringing the twistiness back to the original design. Just sayin.
After a couple laps we headed into Seattle to secure our lodging and prepare for the party. You know, the Dead Baby Downhill? Or as I’m referring to it (sort of) as the “party where I don’t know half these people.” Having left Seattle two years ago, the changes in personnel, styles, and manners are evident. We had a swell time though.
But a visit to Seattle isn’t the same without a stop by the Monorail, and Wa Leg. Being race day, it was a quiet affair. We jetted quickly.
Finally on top of the hill, surrounded by hundreds of like minded people on bikes. And somewhere around 7 we took off. A mad dash down Capitol Hill, through the International District, and finally to Georgetown, on our mountain bikes. We came for the party, but stayed for the dirt riding. I shared a couple beers during the ride and enjoyed a nice pull of scotch as well.
Now if you’re reading this, you probably remember when I broke my foot at the Westside last year. Yeah, that was awesome, and it really served as a wake up call. Not the stop-drinking-in-the-morning kind of wake up call, but more along the you’re-not-21-anymore line. Since then I’ve healed and more importantly I’ve cut down on the drunken showing off. It really does nobody any good. So with that in mind I ate some food upon arrival in Georgetown, and then proceeded to drink the beer out of my bag, as opposed to waterbottles filled with Manny’s. That shit is heavy, for reals. But I still managed to burn the candle at both ends – responsibly.
At some point Ross called me up and told me to join him for some pizza at Stellars, and within a half an hour I was feeling tops. Ready to roll, because I’m not a big fan of large drunken crowds. I must be getting old, or just cranky.
Early the next morning we awoke on the top floor of a beautiful home on the hill. The sky was grey, the wind was cool, and our hangovers gave up after being bullied by coffee, bacon, eggs, potatoes, and toast. Our wonderful hosts took very nice care of us. Such great friends! But they had a camping trip, and we had a camping trip, and well, they were in different places.
So! We went south. It rained. Hard. The driver side windshield wiper fell off on I-5. We fixed it with a ziptie. Yep! And onwards to Enumclaw, a stop for beer, forties, corndogs, and camping food at the Safeway. A stop at the bike shop for a lost disc brake mounting bolt(Misia is a shredder) and we were finally in the woods.
We met up with Todd, Quon, Cory, and Ross, and soon enough we had Mason, Billy, and Lockwood in tow. An “easy” ride came about and we headed out.
A quick ride turned into a race to the end of Skookum Flats. Flat? No. Technical as can be? Yes. Sweet? Yes. Did you bring any food? No. Bummer. But Billy on the rigid Trek with the Ritchey Pro Logic fork killed all of us. Surprised? Nope.
On the way back we bumped into Littel, Meg, and Shu, and due to our low blood sugar induced mental state, didn’t even recognize em. haha. And upon arrival in camp we were greeted by Chuck and Gerg, and Damian. What a great reception. We made chili with bacon and cheese, ala Devlin and the night was amazing.
In the morning we milled about, made breakfast, and prepared the shuttle to the top of Ranger Creek.
Photo by Gerg who was also kind enough to cook all weekend.
A couple thousand feet later, at the tree line, we prepared the bikes for the ride of the weekend. But not until one more group photo.
And finally we rode some bikes on a big trail.
The initial idea of Noble Knob gave way to unbridled speed, and I was the only rider to make the journey. So much for waiting at intersections. Haha. Beautiful views though, even if it was socked in by fog. But that’s always the case on the Knob.
Palisades was ignored on a time-restraint so we went full bore into Ranger Creek. The chase was on, and you wouldn’t believe so many ex messengers could ride so fast. But holy shit, we burned that trail down. Lockwood blowing minds, and Littel off a recent broken thumb. Good stuff!
And eventually we made it back to camp. With the weekend drawing to a close, and a four hour drive in front of us, we packed up Marv and headed home. Over the passes, on the east side of Rainier and finally back to I-5 just in time for Exit 63 chicken. Perfect.
Photo by Misia.
And here I am a week later, remembering the good times. A week has past, but there’s riding on the horizon. Like Sunday. That sounds like a perfect time to get some of that good bacteria in. I’ll take all I can get.
And last but not least, welcome home Cthulhu Seattle!
