“The graying of The Bubbas,” is real. Nate said it.
It was humid and the roots were just a bit slimy and slick, but it wasn’t a problem for nineteen Bubbas in The Woods this past Sunday morning. We broke some kind of record for attendance today with the help of additional folks like 73 year old Rhode Island Bruce pushing us along.
Our special guest today was Carol, who came up Massachusetts up to Midcoast Maine to “ride Bubba” again. And here’s Carol herself, front and center as we celebrate her riding with us today.
We’ve been at if for decades, and with the advent of modern bike technology, there’s hardly a frame breaking all season. It’s even a rare event to even have “a mechanical” anymore. Maybe a broken chain, or a flat, but that is about it.
We ride out of habit. We ride to rack up those Strava PR’s (Personal Records).
We ride to commiserate on the climbs. We ride to get our weight down. We ride to sip beers tailgating in the parking lots. We ride to be with other riders.
It’s finally happened. The heat and humidity that have been making me lazy are gone. It was 45 degrees here in Maine this morning, and the sticky wet thickness in the air went vamoose.
I want to move again. Before breakfast, and not yet 6 AM, I am out the door and trekking down through the acreage of newly mowed fields around my house to re-establish an overgrown trail.
I placed myself on a fitness program this year to average an hour a day, walking fast or riding hard, almost exclusively in the woods here on the Maine coast.
The forest in part of town is riddled with ancient roads and snowmobile trails.
In cases when these places are used when there is snow, foot powered passage during the summer and fall seasons is relatively possible.
For the past two weeks, I have been clearing trees and brush from a mountain biking loop that is now up 10 miles long. Just to be clear, that’s 10 miles from rolling our my garage and back in.
It is over superb woodland, granite ledges, through wild blueberry fields, beside ancient spreading oaks and maples, with the chance to hop off the bike at then end and take a dip in one of couple of crystal clear ponds.
We’re half way through 2015. I have the data to prove it. With an ever-present computer not far from our reach, it is relatively easy to get numbers. For me, numbers count.
As of today, 2015s first 182 days, or 6 months and 0 days have passed. At the half-year mark I’ve put in 200 hours of biking, backpacking, walking, or even jogging some 144 times, where I’ve covered 820.4 miles.
What’s up with that?
Strava has been extremely motivating to me just through tracking my exercise. For those of you that don’t know about Strava, it is a social network that allows smartphone and GPS users to map their rides, hikes, walks, and swims and compete against themselves and others.
I have been using the free version but for 2015, I ponied up for to Premium (at $59/year) in order to access the additional perks-like setting time or distance goals, and to be able to track my progress week over week.
Here’s just one of their graphics:
For 2015, I took the suggestion of my son Lincoln, and set myself a goal of moderately exercising, at an average of an hour a day. As useful as this app is, it still has it’s limiting quirks. For example, it took me months to realize that Strava only aggregates cycling or running activities. Walking, or backpacking are not activities that are collected and analyzed (yet). I learned to lump all footwork as runs.
I continue to be surprised to see that even at my age, I continue to improve my fitness. I have been able to reduce the times that travel over “segments”, or sections of trail that other riders or runners have identified as places where they would like to have their own data accumulated, as well as seeing what others have accomplished on those same segments. For example, I’ve set 56 personal records since January 1.
As if all this data weren’t enough, I just ran up another $16 per year to access the benefits of Veloviewer, another program that takes Strava data and adds additional analysis. For example, Veoloviewer reached way back to 2011 and brought in ALL the data from every ride or hike that i’ve ever recorded and analyzed that in ways that I never even imagined, like this 3D graphic of this past Tuesday’s Rockland Bog Ride.
In another hour I’m headed out for a couple of hours with Craig to ride the trails around the Snow Bowl. You can bet that I’ll be bringing along my trusty Garmin eTrex30 GPS unit, and strapping on a heart rate monitor so that I can obtain Strava’s special “ Suffer Score” for this ride.
Did I mention that it’s another beautiful day here in Maine ?
Setting a time goal has resulted in me being active and outside for an hour a day every day.
We depend on freeze thaw cycles in order to ride our bicycles over the snow on the trails here in midcoast Maine. That hasn’t occurred lately. It didn’t happen this weekend either.
Nevertheless, I’m pleased to have put in two rides, back to back, in less than optimal conditions. I’m pumped to start 2015 by getting outside again.
On Saturday I joined 4 other Bubbas in the Woods members for my first ride in 2015 from the Warren Community School parking lot. It was as brutal a cold that I’ve ever rode in. Even at the usual 9:30 am start time, Nate said it was only 1 above zero when he left his house in Union. It might have crept up to single numbers after our two hour ride, but not by much.
How does one deal with moving through cold like that? I am used to the cold, but my fingers and toes aren’t. With a resting pulse of a turtle, and 6’2” of height, by the time my core heats my blood up and pushes it to my extremities, I don’t retain heat way out at my physical fringes. I had to take off a shirt layer after the first big uphill in Warren, but needed extra help to keep the digits happy.
I needed three sources of protection for my hands today: winter gloves, inside pogies ( oversized handlebar-end covers), with reusable chemical heat packs wedged between my gloves and the pogies.
My feet survived the cold with the help of toe-sized chemical heat packs stuck to the top side of my thin woolen socks, inside some ancient LLBean rubber bottom/leather top hunting boots, with pair of thermal mesh air soles between the bottom of my sock and the boot. I moved to flat pedals last season, after suffering through too many winters with clip on pedals and winter biking shoes. If oversized boots and flat pedals get picked to ride the Alaskan winter trails, I’m down with that.
How was the riding ? It’s hard to be objective. Last winter, this same Warren route was so good. We had an ice highway running through these woods. There was plenty of snow, with numerous snowmobiles packing the track, and a cycle with warmer days , then drops below freezing each night. This snow out here is not solid on top. While most of the trail today was decent, there were sections where the snowmobile track was pitched to the side, with the bikes siding sideways as we churned forward. You also absolutely had to ride within the narrow snowmobile track. When I found my front wheel outside that, onto the ski track of the snowmobile, I went sinky, and often stoppy. It’s more work riding on the snow. It felt like fifteen miles of riding in Warren, but was only eleven.
For very next day, Sunday, the weather pundits prophesied a whole different story: morning rain and temperatures rising to the upper 40’s. The wonder of the imternet and subsequent weather Apps opens a whole new world to us who watch the weather to plan out outdoor adventures. We learned that it would stay freezing until day break, when the temps would rise and the rain begin around noon.
Jason Buck led Blaine and me on a most enjoyable ride around the winter-only riding trails that encircled the little town with the big name: Hope. But to get in on this ride, you had to be ready to leave from Hope Center at 8 am, a time change that left most of the faithful still sleeping.
There was no way I was going to miss this ride. I am currently obsessed with the ideas put forward in Microadventures, an e-book by Alistair Frasier. it will be released as a traditional book in march 2015 in the US. In it, Frasier lays out practical suggestions on having hiking, biking, and even river swimming adventures in one’s own local community.
We had our own genuine microadventures this morning: riding through ancient farmland, exploring frozen bogs and swamps, and even pedaling over the surface of Megunticook Lake, where a view like this opened up glimpses of distant mountain that are not available any other time of year.
For the first hour and a half the Sunday ride was solid, on snowmobile trails that had been well traveled. We zipped along at a good clip, over, up, and down moguls that sometimes pitching us side to side until we eventually descended to the North shore of Megunticook Lake.
I have walked and rode over many frozen lakes. There were tracks from snowmobiles and ATV’s that we followed, but not much was solid on the big water. We hit stretches of slushy ice, due to the recent snow layer insulating the ice below from the deep cold above. We there are springs in the shallows that also result in open water holes that also have to be avoided.
I particularly enjoyed riding up a very narrow frozen stream between Megunticook and Norton Pond where we threaded our bikes between boulders and up and along a shorefront to reach a bridge with this view of the open water between the lake and pond.
The air temperature had warmed up to the 40’s by 10 AM, when the snow began to get too soft. At one point we had to, “ hike-a bike”, including a section over the well built and maintained Earl Pearse snowmobile suspension bridge. We had hoped to ride over Hobbs Pond to check out a couple of camps on Luce Lane, but by this time, I was spent. It takes twice the energy to ride trails in the woods on the snow in winter than it does to do the same routes on drier ground. We exited the snowmobile trails and rode Barnestown Road and then 235 back to our cars.
I got twenty-two miles and four hours of activity outside in the last two days. Screw the gym. On Sunday, I never ventured further than three miles from my house, on new trails that have somehow escaped me for the past 37 years. Adventures are close by. Me and my trusty Pugsley are looking forward to more of them, hopefully tomorrow.
First ride on the first of 2015- 11.5 miles long. Seven Bubbas showed up.
The initial part of the ride saw a great deal of hoar frost, large white ice crystals that are deposited on the ground. They form on cold, clear nights when conditions are such that heat radiates out to the open sky faster than it can be replaced from nearby sources such as wind or warm objects. Clumps of earth and even rocks cool to below the frost point of the surrounding air, well below the freezing point of water.
In he picture below you can see some of the crystals, some up to 5″ long, mixed into frozen earth. Whoever is riding first through these patches has the hardest time, as the wheels sink through the surface of the leaf-covered crust until they reach solid ground. It’s harder pedaling- in a group, the guys at the back benefit from the work the riders up front do as they level the track.
Today there was plenty of black ice- clear and smooth. That’s not water on top. One of the extensions that we rode today had not been cleared of downed trees from our two ice storms. We’re not going back there until the local snowmobile club hauls out chain saws to clear this trail.
In the photo below, notice the faint trace of a line on the ice to the Nate’s right. A couple of us had studded tires. It’s the track from Craig Mac’s Schwalbe studded 29″ tires on his Santa Cruz Tallboy. I was also able to ride straight over the ice with my 45North studded 4″ tires. The crunch of the carbide studs on the ice underneath my Pugsley is a very satisfying sound.
I rode well today, despite having no drinking water with me. I have been experimenting with eating and hydrating less on these relatively short rides the last few months. If I drink a full quart of water before I ride, don’t overdress, and don’t sweat too much I seem to do fine. The actual moving time for even this 11 mile ride was two and a half hours.
Downed spruce trees forced a lot of hike-a-bike, and detouring through the edges of the forest.
Eric was not at his usual position near the front of the ride, but he was working a New Year’s Eve excuse .
Next up in 2 days is a rare Saturday Bubba ride. There’s a big storm coming in Sunday morning ( the usual schedule), so we’re adapting with a schedule change.
There was bit of chatter today about our goals for 2015. For me, I am hoping for 360 hours of combined biking and hiking in 2015. It is a tough goal, but after today, I’ve already banked 90 extra minutes !
The fat tire bike movement is alive and well with the Bubbas in the Woods, with Nate showing up today with a sparkling new Trek Farley, and the price was right.
It was a group of seven today at Bubba church, six of us riding fat- when we finished, it was 20° out, with a steady wind chill.
Nelson had to hike-a-bike to his truck early on after his compression fork blew a seal and all the oil in his fork ran out. Before he left, his bike looked like cartoon vehicle, with a layer of crispy crown leaves encircling the perimeter of his wheels as the protruding sheet metal screw tips skewered those leaves against the rubber.
Buck’s 45North rear tire suffered a couple of tears, and his tubeless set up required a tube to keep him moving. A cold day to have a mess of white goop to deal with.
There was a great deal of water out on this segment of the Georges Highland Path today.
Here’s Rigger and Nate fashioning a makeshift foot bridge to get us across a flowage that had no other way around.
I rode pretty well today. I thought I might have neglected to bring enough food, but my friend Amy Barnett’s two home made cookies got me through 4 hours and 10 miles of hard going today. I’ve been experimenting with the type and amount of food that I take along with me of my rides and hikes. I find i really don’t need too much to keep going right now.
One thing that did not work out so well today was me staying dry. I was alone, at one point, moving pretty well and following Andre, churning my way over the hummocks and splashing the flowages , and came to a large rock protruding over a small stream with a black hole of water between me and the other side. I decide to push across, except the front wheel dropped into the water so deep that it jammed against the bottom and I went right over the handlebars into the black wet. The bike ended up on top of me and my whole lower body was soaked, with the water making it’s way deep into my boots, and it completely filled my pogies ( cordura handlebar covers). I took off my boots, dumped the water out of them, wrung out my socks and soldiered on.
The combo of the constant water and deeply cold temp wreaked havoc on our drive trains. Chains were seizing up, front derailers would not budge, and the water was refreezing so frequently on the pedals that clipping in was difficult, if not at times impossible. Here is a shot of a rim encased in muddy ice.
Check out the mini glacier above the front derailer.
I am hoping to get another Bog ride in Tuesday night, but now it looks like there will be a storm again- more rain.
Last weekend I was down in the southern Appalachians. The first 5 days, I was there, I walked 90 miles of the Appalachian Trail in North Carolina, Tennessee, and Virginia. It was glorious. The wildflowers were in abundance, and were prolific . There were times when I was backpacking, sometimes over 5,000 feet in elevation, while at the same time inhaling the intoxicating fragrance of woodland plants and trees. It was a healing experience.
One of the activities that Mike and I shared was a 14 mile mountain bike ride from the cabin through the Mt. Rogers Wilderness, where we pushed our bikes uphill toward the Grayson Highlands. Our ride then followed an abandoned railroad grade to the top of our ride, where we intersected the Appalachian Trail at a corral known as the Scales.
The other geographical feature of this area are the Balds, which are large mountaintops that are devoid of trees. here’s a panorama of a bald that I visited.
Riding bikes here was a unique experience. My friend Mike owns two Diamondback bikes. He rode a later model with a front suspension fork, and I chose a 1986 vintage Diamondback Apex for the day. I have an 1985 Apex at home, that I have converted to a road bike. On this ride, I was forced to remember why modern bikes often sport front AND rear suspensions. The ride up was not so bad, because it was a steady climb of 1600′. The ride down was a real suffer fest, due to the constant pounding of the front end on the numerous rocks and ruts that littered the trail. My forearm and wrists were toast.
The next day Mike, his wife Susan and I went uphill again, walking a new route. The real treat of the walk was encountering two black bears. Mike’s Blue Heeler Jackson had run ahead of us and treed them. The dog came right back to us when Mike called it, when we were able to watch this giant fat black bear drop like a stone down a tall tree with it’s little cub doing likewise on an adjacent tree.
I joke about attending the Church of Two Wheels on Sunday mornings. But it’s no joke.
Riding with my long-time friends from the Midcoast Maine never ceases to amaze me. Week after week, the bikes don’t break, we don’t crash (much), and we experience the pure joy of playing around in the woods, challenging ourselves on repeated sections of terrain. This has been going on close to 20 years, all year round! This past winter was a great one for riding these same trails when they are covered with packed snow and ice. Today, my fat-tire Pugsley stayed home and my full suspension Santa Cruz Tallboy was resurrected back into action. The bumpy ledges and long downhill from the top was kinder to my deteriorating shoulders than the rigid framed Pugs.
A bunch of The Bubbas have downloaded the Strava app on our phones or via our GPS devices. We encourage each other and share rides that we’ve completed with the rest of the the guys (and gals now) ! We now have maps!
We get elevation profiles, like this one from Sunday’s ride on Mt. Pleasant !
Here’s me jumping on the Tallboy, and following Rigger’s line for the ride down from ” the Blueberry field” to the ” Three way”.
3 minute video of me descending Mt. Pleasant <<– Click to view three minutes of pure joy, complete with me chuckling as The Hawk and I jockey for the right side into the singletrack. Thanks to The Hawk for sending me his clip, and The Bubbas for being there for me, week after week.
There’s still a small pile of snow on the north side of my house but I’m declaring “Winter is over!” No where is that more apparent than on today’s mountain bike ride on Mt. Pleasant, here in Midcoast Maine. Just last week, a skeleton crew of Bubbas , labored our way up the 800 foot climb to the top of the mountain, where conditions forced an early bail back to the parking lot. Deep mud, ice, sleet, freezing rain , and then cold rain wore us down.
That was then, this was now. Nine of us went double the distance this week. There is still mud and water to churn through , but it’s not so deep. And not so cold, and the sun was shining. There was one big tree that had to be cleared out in order to to make the ledge challenge possible today. It was a very long and heavy tree.
Once we cleared the fallen timber, the challenge began and just a few of us made it up the ledge challenge. Here’s a video clip of The Hawk and Rigger clearing it:
On the way up, I had what we call “a mechanical”. I had a chain suck, which is a dislodged chain jammed into the drive train somewhere, but not exactly. Then I saw a broken part situation like I’ve never seen before. One of the bigger rings on the rear cassette was bent sideways.
I hiked-a-bike up the last short portion to the top, where Ian launched into action, and went into the woods with a saw, cut a hardwood chisel, sharpened a point on it, grabbed a rock, and made it right. Then he adjusted the rear derailleur and I was able to complete the ride. The guy is an exceptional mechanical problem solver. Thanks, buddy!
The rest of the ride was much better, with the climbing over, well most of it. Ian even made it up the super-challenging Abyss today, a feat that no one else was able to accomplish. It’s astounding that four-wheeled drive vehicles get in here right now, when it is so soft and muddy, and totally churn up these old forest roads. We see parts of cars, lenses, headlight, grills , and undercarriage parts strewn all over the place.
It’s doesn’t get dark now until almost 7:45 PM. Next up will be my first Rockland Bog ride of the season in two days, now that winter is over. I hope to have my Pugsley’s rear cassette replaced by then, where I’ll join my Bubba pals in another wild ride through the forest and streams.
The days are sunny and cold, the nights in single numbers to below zero and I’m not complaining. Cracked car engines and splitting thumbs are part of this time of late winter in Maine.
Aided by the persistent polar cold, the snowmobile trails here in Lincolnville are primo for riding bikes right now. I saddled up the Pugsley early yesterday afternoon and had a fast, 11 mile ride from Steven’s Corner at the edge of Camden Hills State Park. I took the snowmobile trail out to Pitcher Pond. It’s a direct route with one turn at a T- a right that takes you over through Tanglewood 4 -H camp. I ran past the parking lot there, and took a left over the suspension bridge spanning the Ducktrap River where I eventually reached the Pond. This ride is perfect this week. A few bare spots of brown undergrowth were spotted on the trail. It’s coming -Spring !
I do enjoy the unique thrill of riding on a large body of frozen water. Ponds are of the canoe world- not biking routes.
More riding, maybe today? The Lincolnville Mountain Goats snowmobile riders have a town map with the snowmobile trails on it. Where next, before the freezing cold leaves us for a while?