We continue to be busy helping an old lady move.
I told LC today that I don't care how cold it is next month, but I need to camp..................
A month or so ago I pulled on mountain bike shorts, donned helmet, gloves, sunglasses, and pulled my mountain bike out of the garage with plans to ride out on BLM land.
It was late in the day - the only time in mid summer when it is not unbearably hot - and agreed to meet Kory and LC a couple of hours later.
With water bottle in hand, and walking carefully through the house so that my bike shoe cleats didn't tear up the floor, I hobbled into the office and kissed LC goodbye.
Got your gun? Yes.
Always the same question and always the same answer when I wander far from town and out onto BLM land.
Just in case.
In case of slithering critters.
In case of four legged critters.
In case of two legged critters.
With his attention on the computer screen I reminded him of where we were going to meet up. The cedar trees across from Cedar Butte where we had wandered early in the spring.
With that I headed out, rode down first one and then a second gravel road, before crossing over a downed fence and picking up a trail that would take me out into the vast and open and endless expanse of public land that is in back of town.
I didn't ride for a long time.
But rode a couple of times this summer just to see what it felt like.
Considering how long it had been, it felt fine. Endurance and leg strength wasn't as lost as I had feared that it might be.
But I had worked out fairly often on an elliptical in the living room.
A huge monstrosity of a machine that sits behind the couch completely messing up the rugged decor of the room.
Ever since I started adventure racing I completely lost interest in machines.
When I worked in Tennessee I used machines almost every lunch hour - grabbing a quick work out and then eating lunch at my desk after the fact.
They were one more workout when all I was doing one, two, sometimes three times a day was working out, but I didn't like them very much even back then.
And so it goes with the elliptical. Moving fast and going nowhere................
I slowly wandered along the trail that Kory and I walk often, only this time I was planning on going much further.
As I pedaled I reminded myself of all the things I used to know, and at the same time wondered how much I had forgotten.
I could work the gears without a problem. OK.
I found myself often looking just in front of the wheel instead of ahead of me, picking lines.
Yeah - that needs work. A rookie mistake.
As I approached small hills I wondered how the legs would do. Wondered how the gearing would go. Wondered just how badly it would all suck.
There was no longer any faith in abilities. No longer faith in the fitness level. No longer faith in climbing ability.
No longer much of anything, but I found that it was going OK anyway..................
The first trail lasted for a few rutted out miles (funny - you don't notice that sort of thing when you're on foot) and then it eventually flattened out before moving into sandy trail with a few small climbs.
Boring. Boring. Boring.
All of it boring and suddenly I missed the gnarly, rutted out, leaf filled, rock filled, tree filled technical single track trails that I had loved for so long back in Tullahoma.
Likely I will never see those trails again
I miss a lot of things about Tullahoma. The trails being one of them. But I didn't miss the 6 million people, the traffic, the noise, the speed.
I had known exactly where I was going on this trip. Knew the terrain. Knew the trails and roads. It was OK.
I was alone with myself, and that was a good thing.
45 minutes after leaving the house I had weaved my way through wide open trails until I eventually hit Big Butte Rd.
If I stayed on this road for another 15 miles or so it would take me all the way out to Big Butte.
But on this day I was only headed just beyond Cedar Butte.
From where I was in this picture I had about 8 miles of gravel riding to go.
Pretty low key ride. Not far. That was all OK................
Surprised to see a truck parked just off the road by the rail road tracks, I looked to my right, scanning the rocks to see if could find the owner.
Two guys were climbing on the rocks.
I knew this area very well.
These rocks were part of a huge and ancient lava field.
I had wandered the entire field with Kory one day last winter, climbing and exploring in the snow.
It has taken us a couple of hours.
It will not be long before Kory and I will again own this desert.
People don't come out here in the winter. They don't four wheel or climb on lava rocks, or explore individual places in a freezing cold and endless desert.
Soon it would all belong to just us again.................
Huge cracks in the top of one lava rock hill....................
I stopped briefly to take a picture of the Cedar Butte sign, before taking a quick drink of water and continuing on.
The ride was going fine. I had only traveled maybe 8 miles in total so far (my bike computer no longer worked, so I didn't know for sure and had never measured the mileage by trail). Regardless, this pitifully short ride (in comparison to mileage I used to do when training in earnest) was going fine.
Stress free. Alone. Quiet. Physically demanding but only a little.
A mile or so beyond Cedar Butte there is a road intersection. The road straight ahead narrows down into double track. The road to the left is the continuation of Big Butte Rd, and that is the road I took.
One more mile down the road and I arrived at the start of the cedar trees.
Pulling over to the side of the road I climbed off my bike, looked around me, laid my bike down on the side of the road, and then found a large stump to sit on while I waited for LC to meet me.
The plan was to park the Suburban and explore in the cedar trees.
Much of the desert is simply sage brush and lave rock. But Cedar Butte and a huge swatch of land across from the butte are filled with beautiful cedar trees.
We had explored them a number of times - enjoying the simple desert pleasure of wandering through trees, while at the same time enjoying (from our higher perch) the site of endless square miles of desert floor in front of us, and the endless wall of mountain chains to our north and west.
And so I sipped water, looked at my watch, and realized that LC would likely be along any time.............
At 6:55 he called me.
OK, I'm at the intersection. Do I go straight or go left?
Go left and just stay on the road..............
As I continued to sip water from my plastic water bottle I was slightly surprised that he had called me.
He knew where the cedar tree section was.
We had stopped and wandered through here a few times, and had agreed that it was quickly becoming one of our favorite places.............
By 7:10 LC was still nowhere in sight.
He should have been here by now.
Something must be wrong.
I tried to call him. The call went straight to voice mail.
Tried again. Voice mail.
Tried one more time. Voice mail.
By this time it was 7:15 and I stood beside my bike for another few minutes, momentarily indecisive about what to do.
He must have misunderstood where we were going to meet. If that was the case it wasn't a good idea for me to go wandering around the desert trying to catch up with him.
Digging my phone out of my shorts pocket one more time, I speed dialed his number. Voice mail.
I had no idea where he was, but decided that I would ride back the way I had come. Maybe I could get through on the phone at the top of one of the rises on the road...................
A few minutes later LC finally picked up the phone.
He tried to tell me where he was but I couldn't make sense of his directions.
At my suggestion, we agreed to meet back at the Cedar Butte sign.
By the time I got back to the sign there was still no sign of LC.
Looking at my watching again it was a little past 7:30.
Standing my bike up against the sign, I wandered around on foot, feeling restless and wondering where my guy and my dog were.
At 7:45 I looked up and was pleased (but also surprised) to see the Suburban coming down the trail from the back side of Cedar Butte.
He has driven half way around the butte before getting my last phone call.
Talk about getting our signals crossed...................
Wild fires dominated the west throughout the summer, and for many months we were surrounded by wild fires in California, northern Idaho, western Idaho, Montana.
For a long time the south eastern portion of our state was untouched by fire or smoke.
And then one day we woke up to a hazy landscape filled with the smoke of seemingly endless fires.
We had it for weeks, and the west continued to burn.
Some days the smoke was little more than a haze.
Some days it was so thick that we could barely see across the road.
The mountains in the distance, and even the buttes close to us, completely disappeared for weeks.
Lost in the smoke.
Many people experienced breathing problems, and for a few weeks daily air quality warnings were issued.
But we were hundreds of miles removed from the nearest fire (and the destruction they caused to wild life, public lands, homes and towns was devastating) so there was no complaining.
Plenty of people had it much worse than we did..
Pictures of the sun taken through the smoky haze on a couple of different evenings...................
A few weeks ago we were on the way home from Pocatello when we stopped for gas right around sunset.
Kory had been stuck in the truck for a long while at the point, so while LC pumped gas I grabbed her leash and together we walked across the parking lot.
I wanted to get some pictures of the setting sun.................
Crossing over the lot we reached a short rise, and together we climbed to the top of it.
As we reached the top I looked down and was surprised to see that we had found an irrigation canal.
Instantly my pup decided that she wanted to drink.
As I stayed at the top of the rise I watched as Kory carefully climbed down the hill.
I think that she had intended to stay onshore to take her drink, but instead she unexpectedly slipped into the water and immediately began to swim....................
The look on Korys face told me that she had not intended to slide into the water.
Watching her carefully (and still hanging on to her leash), I waited for her to understand that she was in moving water and that she needed to climb out.
In truth, I was ready to climb down there at any moment if it looked like she was in over her head, but thankfully she took a couple of drinks of water while swimming, turned towards shore and easily climbed back out................
One more Random Pictures blog and I think I may just be able to clean up the last of my random pictures.................
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky..............Rabindranath Tagore