Pictures of the Year 2019

Well, once again I wasted untold hours posting this inane blog. In for a penny, in for a pound. So here goes with the pictures of 2019. With one, regrettably from a few years ago.

I finally made it to the Kenwood neighborhood in Bethesda. Cherry blossoms are one of the best things about DC in the spring.
The bike valet at Nationals Park is the best. My bikes spent a lot of time here this year
Nothing says bike touring fun quite like two weeks of thunderstorms.
Springfield, Illinois just around the corner from the grave of the Corn Dog King
Mark, Corey, and me taking shelter from a storm in a church in Kansas
Kansas was an ordeal. Little did we know that the Rockies would be brutal. The sign was pretty neat though.
Electrically equipped apartments in Pueblo, CO
Flooding in western Missouri and eastern Kansas on the way west
Part of a farm building that was obliterated by a tornado near Golden City, Missouri. Three people died here.
I rode to the top of this beast. The ride down was epic.
Indomitable French sisters in Boulder, Utah
Rocks out west
Stupidest sign of the year
More rocks near Bryce Canyon
Hoodoos in the Amphitheater at Bryce Canyon
The Mule poses next to the Cedar Break National Monument snow bank in late June
Survival indeed
Gio and Christina from Italy in Eureka, Nevada
I thought these climbs would never end
Downhill through California wineries
Salt flats in Nevada
Morning view from my motel room – Caples Lake, California in the Sierras
Sugarloaf with sticks
Hiking Sugarloaf, Maryland
Lotus blossoms at the Anacostia Botanical Gardens
Apollo 50 on the National Mall
The Mule comes home
Dinner view
They won the whole damned thing. Unreal.
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Tired? Not me. Emilia at the Great Pumpkin Ride
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Autumn in Fort Hunt Park near home


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A stellar human being killed by an out-of-control driver. Still hard to believe Miss you Dave.

No Name Tour: Day 37 – That’s a Clown Hoodoo, Bro

After the aptly priced free motel breakfast I began my ride northward into a cold headwind. Along hill provided warmth. I nearly made it to the top before adopting a WTF attitude and walking for a bit.

Back to pedaling, I came upon a trail to Mossy Cave. After a visit to a waterfall I managed to find the cave (the sign to which I had ignored.) The waterfall, views, and flowers were much more interesting than the cave.

A few miles later I came upon the Bryce Canyon National Parks entrance sign, located three miles from the entrance.

I rode down the hill and turned left onto a bike trail straight to the shuttle bus parking area. The trail continues many miles into the park but climbs over 1,000 feet in the process.

I paid my $0 entrance fee (Senior Pass!) and jumped on the free shuttle to Bryce Point, way up on the rim of what’s called Bryce Amphitheater. There I caught my first view of this.

Greetings from planet Hoodoo.

I probably spent 30 minutes just trying to process it all.

After another shuttle ride, I did a short hike on the rim trail from Inspiration Point to Sunset Point.

It’s pretty clear that with water, food, decent footwear, and fresh legs, I could hike in this place for days.

My legs had bigger things in mind (like tomorrow’s ride over a 10,000 foot mountain).

(Note for tourists: the canyon shuttle is free. Use it. You don’t need your car unless you are transporting an invalid. Personally, I think cars should be banned from the park.)

So I shuttled and biked out of the park to grab lunch. The Subway literally had a line out the door so I went to a restaurant/bar next store where I came upon Bill Miles. Bill is doing a figure 8 tour of the area, we had much to discuss. So lunch lasted over and hour.

We parted ways. Bill headed east. I headed west and jumped on the Red Canyon Trail, a paved bike trail along the two lane highway.

The trail was filled with junior high (maybe older) girls on a supervised bike outing. They were softer than the SUVs on the highway so I stayed in the trail.

Although the trail had annoying expansion joints, it had the benefit of not being half closed for storm repairs as the highway was.

Red Canyon is mighty beautiful in its own right. At two points the highway runs through rock formations.

Ten miles of rocks. Then in the blink of an eye everything was green.

A vast valley presented itself. Now on the highway I descended only to see two bike tourists riding toward me. Mike and Dawn were coming from California on my route. They gave me loads of valuable info about what look for and avoid.

After reaching the valley floor the route turned north toward Panguitch. With the prospect of a three hour climb and the possibility of camping in near freezing temperatures, I called it a day, 30 miles short of my planned destination. (The mountain too campground was closed anyway.)

Dinner was a bowl of potato soup and a chicken quesadilla that three people couldn’t finish. I took half of it for the ride tomorrow.

Miles today: 32.5

Tour miles: 2,123.5

Top speed: 26.8 mph