Before I went out to Estacada to start a lovely ride, I had a lovely time riding with Cheryl on her route to work. (see photo).
About 2 minutes later, I ran into Mat Coffey, on his way to work. What fun to live in such a small city.
So, the ride from Estacada along the Clackamas River is one of the only rides I know that feels as though you’re riding downhill both ways. Honest. This is my fourth time riding it, and all 4 have started out soggy. Lots of mist. OK, well, there are a couple of hills, at both ends of the ride (it’s an out-and-back.) The one closest to Estacada is about 2-3 miles long, and just a slog, but otherwise, it feels like downhill all the way, baby. And then, there’s the river the whole way. Then, there are osprey and eagles. Occasionally there are people cheering you on. Living in Oregon we’re thick in beauty.
Around mile 17 the clouds lifted, and the river sizzled. Of course, the clouds were still there when I turned around at Ripplebrook ranger station, and that made for a cool ride back, especially with a headwind. But I had my tunes, my speakers for my iPod. The Police (oh, take me back to the 80s!) helped me up the 8%-grade hill at the end.
It was an ideal ride. I’d highly recommend it. Onward…