Friday, February 24, 2017

Round Prairie Park: First Bike Camping Trip of 2017

Once again, I was off on my bike for a camping trip, but this time in February in SE Iowa!

The fields were faded tans and browns and the trees were leafless skeletons, but the sky was blue and the temperatures in the high 60's. The next morning would be around 50, and the extended forecast predicted a return to more normal (lower) temperatures soon. One day for a quick overnighter.

This trip made the third year in a row that I started my bike camping season with an overnighter to Round Prairie Park in Jefferson County, Iowa. It's fourteen miles from my front door, and even the moderate headwind didn't faze me. The hills on Glasgow Road, the gravel on Tamarack Road, and the utter isolation of the empty campground in February were expected, almost old friends. The rookery of crows in the distant trees with their cacophony of raucous cries also brought back memories.

I remembered my first trip to Round Prairie Park, coming off a spring cold and still weak, struggling to get home the next day, having over-packed to "see how the bike handled with a load." Well, it handled like an over-packed bike! Lesson learned.

This year, my ultra-light tent set up quickly after my 3:30 P.M. arrival, and I even had time for some stretching asanas and meditation before dark and dinner. The sun sets early in February, but the fresh air and the glowing sky gave promise to an easy night's sleep. We'd see what the morning brought because a fifty percent possibility of rain and then later thunderstorms were forecast. I knew that when I was heading out, but the chance to enjoy an early trip balanced out the possibility of a few miles of riding in the rain. And I did bring my rain gear!

I woke at 2:30 A.M., having slept six hours. The soft glow of the campground's streetlight lit my camp spot, and I had the thought: "I'm awake, slept well and feel great. Why not pack up and head home now, before the rain?" Well, somehow I just didn't roll over and go back to sleep. Part of the surge of energy I experienced was the thought of my new bike's dynamo and lighting system. I'd get to use that!

So pack I did and took off, my light illuminating my way down the two miles of gravel road, the ten miles of Glasgow Road, and the two miles through town to my home. It was a pleasant temperature, the bike handled well, and one side perk of the early ride was having only three cars pass me on my twelve miles to town. I pretty much had the road to myself--and a tailwind. It was a much faster trip home than out, and I felt strong. I like to start my riding season with shorter rides, though, to give myself a chance to get in shape without excessive fatigue.

My one concern was that I was showing up home at around 5:15 A.M., and I didn't want to startle my wife with my unexpected arrival. I texted her when I got to the garage, but she didn't respond. I phoned our landline from the front door, left a message, and I could see her through the window coming to the door. She was sleepy but at least not scared awake by noises in the garage and house. In other words, she forgave me my perky, early morning sojourn.

It is now a week later--cooler, rain expected, but I've managed to spend a couple of days in the yard, working in the garden setting up some cold frames. Kale is sprouting, I've spent some good time outside with my wife and grandson, and in addition to that, I've headed off once again to start a new year of bicycle adventures. Bless our state, county, and local communities that maintain our local parks and campgrounds. They really add to the quality of life available for us to experience just outside our back door.

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Riding the Rails on Amtrak Again



My latest trip to California from Iowa was a success and a learning lesson. It was my first experience with a roomette rather than a coach seat--three times more expensive but a definite easier experience with more privacy and a fold-down bed for the nights. My costs at senior rate for the round trip are this: $290, coach; $914, sleeper. At three times the cost, my frugal nature pegs the roomette an indulgence, but sometimes there's nothing wrong with indulging ourselves.

My bike once again had a safe trip, although I came home with a flat, so I’ll have to fix that and discover the reason why, pinch flat, puncture vine, or wire? As usual, the Montague Navigator is a cumbersome transport, but once I arrived in Oroville, it was fun to get some exercise, even though it was raining almost every day.

Everyone was glad to see me. My brother took a two-day vacation to the local resort casino to get some good meals and downtime. Good for him! I told Mom’s care-provider to take the day off for one of those days (she usually works some all week long), and Mom and I just had at least one nice, quiet day to ourselves.

My plan while staying with my mother and brother for eight days was to stay three nights on the sofa (about a year now of accumulated time with the piece of furniture!), four nights in a motel, and then one night on the sofa again before catching the bus out of town. Usually I just sleep on the sofa, but this time I was celebrating my 65th birthday with a little more privacy. Also, I’d get in about fifteen miles of commuting a day for those four nights in a motel.



I set it all up but didn’t figure on the rains. After two days of dodging rains and changing my visiting schedule (not good for my 92-year-old mother), I canceled my last two days and returned to the sofa. However, I did get in one hour’s ride a couple of days later in the area, which was great.

The trip home ended up being seven and a half hours late. That changed the daytime scenery of the usual ride back. I missed seeing the scenic canyons of the Rockies and got to enjoy much of Nebraska . Oh, joy! All the rain and snow really slowed the train down, but it was still a smooth trip home, just longer. I found out later that the mountains have also experienced road closings.


I left on a Tuesday morning, and the next Sunday early evening (around 5pm), the Oroville area and towns south were evacuated because of fear of spillway failure at the Oroville Dam. My mom and brother chose not to leave because of my mom’s frailty, her heart, and her occasional need for her oxygen machine. The evacuation announcement went something like this: “We are monitoring the spillways, and all is OK. . . . Oh, my god, the spillway may erode out within the hour. Flee!!!” Massive panic and traffic jams ensued, some people stuck on roads for over four hours. My mom and brother live on higher ground, and so they decided to avoid the traffic and living in a shelter for several days. They took a risk and survived, and I feel I have to respect their right to make a decision. I hope when I’m 92 that I am still lively enough to be allowed that freedom also.

Every trip I learn more about Amtrak bike travel. Amtrak is getting better and more experienced with bicycle travelers aboard, and for this I am grateful. It’s a great way to get to a new place to ride a bike!