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Monday, June 24, 2024

3-3-3: June Racing and the Next Step in Generalist Training (June 2024)

 

Boston 10K medal, B2VT finisher glass, Boston Dragon Boat 2nd place C Division medal

Boston Dragon Boat Festival
Date: June 8-9, 2024
Location: Boston / Cambridge, MA
Distance: 2 x 200m Sat; 3 x 500m Sun

B2VT
Date: June 15, 2024
Location: Massachusetts, NH & VT
Distance: 142 miles
Goal Time: 12:00:00
Actual Time:  12:27:20

Boston 10K
Date: June 23, 2024
Location: Boston / Cambridge, MA
Distance: 6.2 Miles
Goal Time: 52:42
Actual Time: 54:25

“Wisdom hath builded her house, she hath hewn out her seven pillars”

~ Proverbs 9:1

I made the right onto Exeter and then left onto Boylston.  The rain; the heat; the humidity; the lack of running for a week – had clearly taken a toll.  But, I was still within an acceptable pace.  We crossed the Marathon finish line and had a little more than 1 km to go.  The calculations in my head said I would have to average a 7:15 mile for my last kilometer.  (SPOILER ALERT: That wasn’t going to happen).  I sped up a bit over the final stretch but definitely didn’t put myself fulling into the red zone.  Across the finish line, I got my medal from McKenzie and headed to the DM tent for a ceremonial 9:15am Sam Adams.


Living Root getting our awards

The Boston 10k finished up my 3 races in 3 sports in 3 weekends.  I reached my B goal in each of the 3 events: Boston Dragon Boat Festival, B2VT and Boston 10K.  This success was because of generally consistent generalist training over the past 6 months.  Between running, lifting, cycling and paddling, I did the bare minimum to achieve my non-spectacular B Goals.

Where do I go from here? 

I have about 12 weeks until my next big block of events in September 4 events in 3 Weeks:

9/8 - Bike Not Bombs 105 miler, JP

9/14 – Spartan Beast Race, Killington

9/21 – Lake Winni Dragon Boat Race, Alton Bay, NH

9/22 – Lone Gull 10K, Gloucester, MA

Vermont along the B2VT route

With this in mind, I plan to build a training structure around two main goals

Training for life

Some specificity for events I am registered for.  (I need to be able to run 13 trail miles with obstacles, bike 105 and paddle 4 races in a day over 3 weeks – plus Lone Gull.)

Rough Draft of 7 Pillars of Generalist Training

I need to start somewhere.  I will start with a draft using guidelines of health from DHHS while adding two more – accountability and recovery – that are required to achieve the other 5

Accountability – I need to be accountable to myself, my wife and my teammates

Strength – Commit to continued strength training

Cardiovascular Endurance – Continue and increase my running / cycling

Muscular Endurance – add more endurance strength to my workouts

Flexibility – Mobility and malleability are often limited when strength and running are practices.  Need to add to this

Body Composition – cutting fat and gaining muscle.  Exercise is one step of this; calories and quality thereof is another step.

Recovery – sleep better and more. Also commit to hobbies that can help relaxation.

I know many people will find the idea of slowly building a program as the lazy way out.  And maybe that’s true.  Maybe I’m just lying to myself.  Or maybe trying to create a strong foundation, I can do this I like for longer.  We’ll find out which one it is.

And the Celtics had their parade - Tingus Pingus


 

Thursday, August 25, 2022

From River to Shining River: RAGBRAI (7/24-7/31/22)

 

Mississippi River, Lansing, MI

Event: Register Annual Great Bike Ride Across Iowa
Location: Sergeant Bluff to Lansing, IA
Distance: 471 miles

On Sunday July 24th, we rolled out of Sergeant Bluff, Iowa on the Missouri River.  The days prior had tickled triple digits but today the temperatures plummeted.  It was only 69°F as we headed into the corn fields.  And in what was virtually a neutralized start 16,000 cyclists made it down the road toward Ida Grove, the city of castles.

 

What is RAGBRAI?

RAGBRAI (The Register Annual Great Bike Ride Across Iowa) is just that.  It’s a 7-day bike ride across Iowa.  It is West to East from the Missouri River to the Mississippi River (as that is the prevailing winds).  Each day is a set course from one town to another that has a campground for you to set up your tent etc in.  It was first held in 1973 by writers of the Des Moines Register rode with several hundred folks across Iowa and has grown every year.  Each year there is a different route across the state with different starting and ending towns. 


Highest point of the Ride - day 1

Day One 7/24: Feeling it out day

Route: Sergeant Bluff to Ida Grove
Distance: 56 miles
Time: 4:40:44 moving (7:11:20, elapsed)

The neutralized start down the straight road out of Sergeant Bluff was only broken up by people attempting to slide their way through the groups to go faster than the 11 mph or so we were moving.  The large pack made its way into the first town.  Vince and I stopped to get coffee and breakfast.  Little did we know this be an hour long stop. 

After the first stop, the road opened up a bit.  Vince and I were able to ride faster.  I found that I was not in shape to really keep up. He waited for me in several points.  We made it to the high point of not only Sunday’s ride but of the whole week.  The farmer there set up a stop that he hoped would benefit his church.  It was packed!  It seemed like the whole ride stopped there.

After another long rest, Vince and I pushed on.  That last few miles were flat along a 4-lane highway.  Vince dropped the hammer…. And dropped me.  I got into Ida Grove and regrouped with Vince while we looked for our campground

 

So, you sleep in a tent?

The short answer, yes. 

There is a communal group campground each day at each finishing town.  You can set up your own tent within these grounds.  However, there are also companies called “charters.”  Each of these charters handle their own little campground. I used Central Iowa Charters and I did their “luxury service.”  They not only provided me a tent and air-mattress but they set it up each evening and broke it down each morning for me.  (A random woman at another campground the last day told me: “Then you really aren’t doing RAGBRAI, are you?”  Apparently, I was cheating.)

The charters provided other services, but more on that below.


Bufford - The largest steer in the Midwest

Day Two 7/25: Farm Animal Day
Route: Ida Grove to Pocahontas
Distance: 72.5 miles
Time: 5:13:43 moving (7:13:14, elapsed)

 

After the first day, I determined that I needed to approach these rides differently.  If I went out every day like I rode day 1, I would not finish.

I decided to take the second day as an “adventure” ride rather than a metric century or club ride.  I took it at a moderate speed and decided to let it go as I found it.  What I found was… farm animals. 

Early on – maybe 20 miles in – I found #putyourrearonasteer. The Schaller 4-H club had Buford – purported to be the largest steer in the Midwest.  I stopped, climbed up on Buford and had my picture taken.  I don’t know if Buford really was the biggest steer in the Midwest, but he was certainly the biggest steer I’ve ever sat on.


Nemaha Donkey Show

Later I pulled into Nemaha and rolled into the Nemaha Donkey show.  I waited in line and for $5 I went in to find two donkeys behind a fence.  I got my picture taken with said donkeys.  Finally, between Fonda and Pocahontas, I was able stop and feed some pigs marshmallows. 

Taking it a lot easier on the bike was a good plan.  I didn’t have to push myself to keep up with folks.  I was also able to relax and find the fun things – steers, donkeys and pigs. 

 

Where do you eat?

Food, beer and coffee are all interesting things on RAGBRAI.  Beer is easy to find.  Each town at the beginning and end of the day and many in between seems to have some sort of beer garden.  And, there are stops on the road run by the Iowa Beer Bus and the Iowa Beer Tent.  Beer, beer everywhere.

Coffee is much more difficult.  My charter made a big urn of Folgers every morning.  But, I usually missed it because I left later than many people.  (Some people are getting on the road by 5 or 6.  My average roll out was 6:45 or so I would say.)  The first town always had a food truck called “Coffee & Nosh.”  It was good, but the first day I stopped there, it took us an hour and 18 minutes.  I nixed that plan from there.  I started to buy a Starbucks bottle at the gas station every night and chugging it in the morning. And then I would find coffee either at a coffee shop in the starting town or in the towns further down the road.  I got great coffee and muffins from a Menonite family one day.  Another day kids had set up coffee instead of lemonade – brilliant.

Food.  Everyone talks about how great the food is on RAGBRAI.  What they don’t talk about is how long the lines are for food; how stressful it is to try to find food that hasn’t run out; how you pretty much are just eating carnival food for like a week.

Food trucks follow the ride.  I spoke of Coffee & Nosh above – their waffle bites with chocolate and peanut butter were amazing. Mr. Porkchop is undoubtedly the best pork chop I have ever had.  But I had to wait in line for 45 minutes to get it.  If you do RAGBRAI, you most stop at the pink Mr. Porkchop bus once, but I wouldn’t suggest it every day.  There was a Jamaican food truck that I got great wings and rice one day. And there was another truck that had pork loin sandwiches the size of my head.

Another option on the ride is charity.  The Knights of Columbus or the local fire department in towns are often selling basic backyard cookout food.  I had a chicken patty sandwich from a local fire department in an airconditioned VFW hall on a real chair and washed it down with a glass bottle of Coke – it was heaven.  Often, at the daily finishing town, a church or two will sell meals.  In West Union I had a grilled chicken breast, green beans and a baked potato from a church; and, I ate it on the courthouse lawn watching an AC/DC tribute band.

Finally, there are gas stations, grocery stores and restaurants.  I had a great brisket sandwich in Emmetsburg at a local BBQ place.  In the end I tried to frequent the local place or charity rather than the food truck that followed the ride.

Pie. A big part of the ride is pie.  There is pie at every rest town and ever start and finish town. I made the goal of eating a slice of pie every day.  I had apple, cherry, peach, rhubarb and then cherry twice more.  If one counts the quiche, I ate the last day as savory egg pie, I had a slice every day.

Gravel Farm Roads of Iowa

Day Three 7/26: Gravel Day
Route: Pocahontas to Emmetsburg
Distance: 60 miles
Time: 4:30:48 moving (5:43:46, elapsed)

Tuesday brought the gravel.  There was a planned main route on roads and all; but there was also an alternate 48 mile “gravel” route. Many people appeared incredulous that I could or would want to do the gravel route.  Somehow, I knew it wouldn’t be too hard and would be the dirt farm roads.

Leaving Pocahontas, I couldn’t find the gravel route.  I spent the first 20 miles of the regular road route.  After the second town, I found signs for “Gravel.”  I thought maybe that’s when it started; but later conversations showed two things a) It wasn’t where it started and b) I wasn’t the only one who was confused.

But as soon as I hit the gravel, I knew I made the right choice.  While the paved routes had taken us through farmland – these were the real farm roads.  Undulating dirty, dusty, rocky roads carried us through quiet farms and would weave in and out and across the paved route. 

There is something about gravel.  These roads were very quiet.  It was the only time I was riding virtually alone. (It was the only time I took a wrong turn – or rather, missed a right turn).  I still kept the 13 mph pace because I love dirt roads.

Grotto of Redemption

The halfway town was West Bend and it had the most fascinating stops on the route… the Grotto of the Redemption.  This is a shrine built by hand by the local priest.  It used local limestone and semi-precious gems from all over the world.  It had caves of bible stories and a series of stations of the cross.  It has that same fantastical feel of the Watts Towers.

Finishing up, Emmetsburg was the only town that had some sort of finish line.  There was a banner with “Biking the Burg” and a person dressed as a leprechaun met me.  I had a great brisket sandwich at the local BBQ place whose smokers had drawn me in.

What happens if I have a flat or mechanical or if I cannot continue?

There are SAG (support and gear) vehicles that travel the route.  Plus this year the Air Force Cycling Team was riding.  They were everywhere stopping to help people with mechanical issues (and more importantly, military trained in first aid, which I saw come in handy at least once). 

The SAG vehicles can do general repairs or get you and your bike to the next town where you can get a repair.  Also, if you need to call it a day, these vehicles can get you to the finishing town.  There was a woman in our charter who was doing her 41st RAGBRAI(!).  She had hip replacement the earlier in the year.  So, her goal was just to ride as far as she could and then get the SAG vehicle to get her to the next town.


At the River City Ice Cream store in Music Man Square, Mason City

Day Four 7/27: Century Day
Route: Emmetsburg to Mason City
Distance: 105 miles
Time: 6:18:56 moving (7:34:19, elapsed)

For the first time in 37 years, RAGBRAI had a “forced century.”  Most other years they would a 80 miler with an optional 20 or so mile loop at the end for the choice of century.  This year however it was 105 miles for everyone.

I made sure to get rolling early.  I latched onto a group that was churning out 17-18 mph.  This amorphous group gained and dropped riders through to the first town. Figuring there was a long hard day ahead of me, I clung onto to the back trying to keep myself as easy as possible. 

After the first town, I ventured out on my own.  By the town of Wesley at about half way, I was hungry for real food.  Fortunately, the fire department was raising money by serving burgers and chicken sandwiches in the VFW post.  I sat in the AC and cooled down to gird myself with poultry for the next 57 miles.


In Barney Fife's car, Britt, IA

In Britt, I got into Barney Fife’s car.

Leaving Britt, I only had only 35 miles left.  So far so good. We had had a tail wind most of the way.  I decided to see if I could crush it the rest of the way to Mason City.  (spoiler alert – I could not.)  I put in about 22 miles before the road turned North into the headwinds again.  I limped into Mason City and stopped for a beer at a new craft brew pub that is opening there. It still ended up being the easiest century I’ve ever ridden.

Mason City was the setting for the Music Man.  They have a whole mall thing dedicated to the movie.  I went there and checked it out.


Trombone Car used in the Red Bull Soap Box Race

What do you do about showers and such?

There are basically three options for showers:

1) My charter service provided camp showers.  You brought your own solar shower bag that you heated up in the sun.  And when it was your turn, you brought it into a camp shower and hung it through a complicated pully system.  This definitely got you clean but was not ideal.  I did it three of the days.

2) There was a shower truck that followed the ride and each night for $8 with your own towel (or $10 with theirs) you got a shower.  I didn’t do this.

3) The towns would provide one.   Usually the football/soccer/softball team would be the sponsor and for $10 you would shower in the high school locker room.  This was the best option.  You got a shower, I shaved and brushed my teeth in a real sink.  It was great and supported the local team.  In West Union, the municipal pool had a deal for $15, I got a shower and use of the pool.  That was a great way to finish a hard ridden metric century – shower and pool complete with water slide.


Drinking beer in the Corn

Day Five 7/28: Reco and Pivo Day
Route: Mason City to Charles City
Distance: 50 miles
Time: 3:44:50 moving (7:22:06, elapsed)
Pivo Index: 4

One of the parts of RAGBRAI is the party aspect.  To some degree I had partaken with a beer or two after the ride.  But through out the ride, there a beer gardens and good food places.  But it’s tough to balance riding a bike and heavy food.

Well, the day after the Century I decided to partake of the rolling party and stop for fair food and good beer.

At 9:30 am, I stopped at a beer garden next to a cornfield and had a Swift Hazy Pale Ale from SingleSpeedBrewing – 4 mugs.

At 10:15, I was next to a soybean field and with a Brazilian Steak Sandwich I had a Peanut Butter Porter fromLake Time Brewery – 4.25 mugs.

Noontime there was now a pork chop involved and a Victory Dance from SingleSpeed Brewing; pork chop was amazing, Victory Dance was mediocre (Also had an A&W root beer float at the Malt shop here which was better than the beer) – 3.5 mugs

1:30 rolled around and I rolled into another beer garden for Get Off My Lawn IPA from Crawford Brew Works – 4 mugs

In between the Peanut Butter Porter and the Victory Dance, I stopped at the Floyd County Fossil and Prairie Park.  The local brickworks had used this area to get clay for the bricks.  And they had quarried out a big pit.  This pit was filled with Devonian Period (430-360 million years ago) fossils from the sea that used to cover Iowa.  Additionally they had returned an area about the size of four football fields to original prairie.


Prairie Grass at Floyd County Fossil and Prairie Park -
before the corn revolution, the Great Plains were this for as far as the eye can see
Aldo Leopold's A Sand County Almanac is a great read on the subject

But, how do my bags get to the next town?

With the luxury camping option I bought, every morning I would pack my bags and leave them outside my tent. The charter service that broke down my tent would then load my bags onto their truck. They took them to the next town and then put them into my tent.

If I had taken a charter and gotten normal camping option, I would have had to take my bags to their truck every morning by 8am. And then when I got to the next town taken the bags to my own tent.

If you do not get a charter, RAGBRAI provides a centrally located truck and pickup/dropoff point in each town.  You take your bags there and give them to the movers who take it to the next town. 

I was thankful to be on a charter and to have the luxury service.  Almost everything was a hassle of lines and some argy-bargy of those people who are more important than everyone else.  I’m sure going to the centrally located bag service would be more of that.  It was a relief to not have that.


Corn Gates of Hawkeye, IA

Day Six 7/29: Metric Century
Route: Charles City to West Union
Distance: 63 Miles
Time: 4:05:03 moving (4:38:33, elapsed)

Day Six brought a Metric Century. With my mini down day the day before, I decided to just blast this one.  My elapsed time record on a Metric Century is 4:05:13; so I decided to go try to beat that.  While I came no where near doing this, I did enjoy just riding hard. 

I made a more scientific plan on stops, just hitting short lines for food and drink rather than food I wanted.  After, Vince and I hit the public pool in West Union.  The cool down was a good way end a hard day.

How did you get your bike to Iowa?

RAGBRAI has a connection with BikeFlights.  I was able to send by bike via them; have the bike assembled by a bike shop on behalf of RAGBRAI/Pork Ventures; pick it up at the start.  This worked out perfectly I had no problems getting my bike to Iowa.

Regrettably, the opposite happened the other way.  It was a hassle to drop it off with Pork Ventures.  At one point I’m dragging a bike box, a bike and carrying my paperwork in my teeth.  But, they took it apart and mailed it back to me in Boston. But, two weeks later when my bike arrived – only one pedal was there and the thing that connects the seat post to the frame… gone.  Blerg. 


Tire Dip in the Mississippi River, Lansing IA

Day Seven 7/30: Dip Day
Route: West Union to Lansing
Distance: 66.5 miles
Time: 4:31:10 moving (5:43:38, elapsed)

I must admit, by Day 7 I was done with this ride.  I just wanted to get through the last bit; get to the end; see Urvi; and leave.

But that’s not what was in store.  Instead it was a challenging and absolutely beautiful day ahead.  This part of Iowa is hilly like Southern New Hampshire with long slow hills that suddenly top off at 8% right at the end.  There were so many trees and so much water – ponds and pools throughout. 

I am so happy that I removed my grumpiness for a few hours and let myself enjoy one last day in the saddle.

Then we got into Lansing on the Mississippi and my grumpiness returned.  It was a hassle to get to the river and do the tire dip; it was a hassle to drop off my bike; it was a hassle to get my bags and it was a hassle to drive out of town. 

But it was also wonderful.  Here, 471 miles later I had ridden across Iowa, my 16th State with an athletic event in it.  I had done one of those bucket list items.  It was awesome that I got to spend the end with Urvi.

We drove back to Milwaukee after and had a great 18 hours in the Cream City before flying home.

What were the best parts of RAGBRAI?

I loved the actual riding.  This mass event had something for everyone.  Each day brought new countryside to explore and new fun quirky things to do by the side of the road.  I loved getting into the little towns and seeing the cub scouts selling water and the women selling pie for the local charities.

The mileage was probably perfect.  I never felt that I was complete toast (a few days of 100 miles in a row might be different).  Every day was enough of a challenge that it was great to finish.

What were the worst parts of RAGBRAI?

I had two things that I hated:

1)      Everything off the bike is a giant hassle!  Standing in line for an hour for coffee, trying to find something to eat at the overnight towns, standing in line for a port-o-potty at 6:00am, the supposed shuttle system. In one town I spent two and a half hours trying to take the shuttle bus to the grocery store and back. 

2)      A small noticeable minority of the riders.  Flat out some of the rudest and most selfish human beings on the planet ride this ride.  Long before we even started, I was on my charter bus out of Des Moines and a group of riders got on and demanded that we all move seats so that they could sit together.  I was shoved out of the way in almost every single line I stood in during the rides.  At our campsite, I saw a woman just take someone else’s solar shower because hers wasn’t warm yet.  These are just a few examples, but two or three times a day, there would be some rude person in their 50s or 60s who was more important than me and thus felt they should get special places in line.  I found that many of these people had done this ride again and again.  Perhaps they felt those of us who would only do it once were interlopers.  Most of their conversations involved discussions of charter services and overnight towns from different years. Perhaps there can be two RAGBRAIs, one for people who want to do the ride with everyone and one who want to do it with their small groups.

Would you do it again?

No.  I’m definitely glad I did it.  And if I had never done it and know what I know now – I would still do it.  But, there are too many things to do and too many places to see and too few days ahead for me to just want to take another 7 days of vacation to ride across Iowa again.  

Tellurian Brewery, Charles City, IA




Friday, September 20, 2019

City Ride: Hub on Wheels (9/15/19)


Start line of Hub on Wheels

Event: Hub on Wheels
Distance: 43 Miles
Time: 2:32 moving (3:10 elapsed - including tube collapse)
Route: From Downtown, up and down on a closed off Storrow Drive, Emerald Necklace, Stony Brook Reservation, Franklin Park, Neponset Valley Trail, Columbia Point 
Pivo Index: 2

Me and 5000 of my closest Friends await the start

Yankee Publishing Building, Haymarket

Storrow Drive

Emerald Necklace Trail, Brookline

Bridge, Neponsett Valley Trail, Mattapan

Neponsett Estuary, Quincy

Keytar Bear!, Finish Line, Government Center

Found the Beer Tent, Voodoo Ranger IPA

Wednesday, July 3, 2019

Biking Among Unknown Men: The Rock to P-Town (6/22/19)

Cape Cod National Seashore, Wellfleet

Ride: Plymouth to Provincetown
Distance: 90 miles (98 for the day)
Sights: Plymouth Rock, Cape Cod Canal, Cape Cod National Seashore
Pivo Index: 4

I biked among unknown men, 
In lands beside the sea; 
New England! did I know till then 
What love I bore to thee. 


Originally, my goal had been to join CRW for the Cape In a Day Ride.  But, alas, I could ne’er get my shit together.  Instead, I chose to take the train from South Station down to Plymouth.  Then I would ride the 90-ish miles to Provincetown to catch the 7:30 ferry. Doing arithmetic on the train, I calculated I could average 10 mph with stops and still have plenty of time to make the ferry.  This need not to a speeding 6 hour century nor a long hard 10 hour brevets.  Instead it was much more a ramble.  I was leaving on a journey of which William Wordsworth would have been proud.

Wordsworth’s Romantism, born of the Enlightenment, praised being alone on journeys through nature and through the ruins of England’s non-Enlightened past.  The ruins of abbeys and castles were not symbols of gods and heroes, but wreckage of a different era to be reinterpreted by its current status as a piece of art here and now.   

Pulling into Plymouth’s platform-amidst a-parking-lot type station, I bid farewell to another cyclist who was doing some miles through Miles Standish State Park.  Like all trips to Plymouth, my first stop was Plymouth Rock at mile 2.5. Per the park ranger, Plymouth Rock is the smallest Massachusetts State Park (20’ x 20’) and the most visited (1.3 MILLION people a year).

Plymouth Rock, Plymouth
I left the Rock and started heading South toward the Sagamore Bridge.  Only 17 miles in, I found the Sagamore, in all its horrifying glory.  A Depression era infrastructure project, the Sagamore Bridge at 200 feet above the Cape Cod Canal.  There is no place to ride your bike except the sidewalk.  But that isn’t divided from the road by anything.  So, it’s a gentle reminder of either plummeting hundreds of feet to your death in the Canal or falling only 2 feet into the roadway to get your cranium smashed by traffic going 50mph.

Sagamore Bridge, Cape Cod
Lines Composed High Above the Cape Cod Canal
One year has passed; one summer, with the length

Of one long winter! And again I hear
These waters, canal streaming from bay to sea.
With the loud roadway clamor, once again
Do I behold the steep and lofty spans,
That does on this PWA scene impress.
The scaffolding of cantilevers braces taut
To hold the cars and trucks escaping
The rat race and ride to coasts of summer idylls.


One year ago I joined the crew as we rode from Union Station, Providence to Macmillan Wharf, Provincetown.  The lovely #beattheferry ride took us 135 miles through two states and the length of the Cape.  Here I was again, crossing the Canal.  In pure fear and riding by myself, I walked over the canal.  Both the CRW route and Bike Route 1, ride away from Route 6 to state 6A. But eventually you are carried back under the big road and onto the 6A “Service Road”.  The Service Road is a quiet and rolly bit of road whilst everyone else drives as quickly as they can toward the outer cape.  The motorcycles sharing the same desire for open carless road were the only companions.



Into Hyannis, I made my first stop at Cape Cod Beer for a flight-ish thing and a lobster roll.


First four-ounce pour was Cranberry Harvest
Refreshing and fruity but not too sweet,
Followed next by tasting Cape Cod Porter
A balanced dark as e’er you should meet.

A black again, R&R Tropical
New take upon someone’s isle extra stout,
Ahead on now to Cape Cod Red, of which
Was not there best – by this I do not doubt.

An imperial IPA was next
And the Bitter End of the beery stroll
Matched perfectly with my ride’s only meal -
A delicious buttery lobster roll

Lobster Roll, Cape Cod Beer, Hyannis
The next section took me off CRW’s route.  In Yarmouth, I headed south to hop upon the Cape Cod Rail Trail.  Rail Trails are both a wonderful and dreadful thing for cyclists.  The provide off road transportation where you don’t have to fight with cars and lights, etc.  However, for many cyclists looking to ride fast, they can be horrible.  They are narrow and congested and everyone from kids to dogs to adults on rented bikes swing and swerve about.  I personally love them and ride them whenever and wherever I can.  But, I get that most times it’s faster to ride on the road.

Cape Cod Rail Trail
The Rail-to-Trail movement is similar to the Romantic movement.  What if we took away the previous eras subjugation to the Surburban Robert Moses driven gods of gasoline and let people move about their community without having to create emissions?  And what if we did it upon the ruins of the first Industrial Revolution, the now rejected and forgotten railroads?  Indeed, upon my bike I can start like Whitman walking the city streets and bathing the in theurban mists; but then escape like Wordsworth to “come among these hills.”

Devil's Purse, Dennis

My first stop along the Cape Cod Rail Trail was Devil’s Purse in Dennis.  I had hoped to get another snack, but there was little to be had.  Yet, they did have a very good Stonehorse Citra IPA – hazy and Grapefruity. 

The next stop was at mile 57, the Hog Island Brewery.  The plan was to have a nice relaxed lunch while I tried a flight of their beers.  Well, between the crappy beer, the rude staff and the fact that the kitchen apparently closes at 3:12 in the afternoon, it was great! 

The bartender at the brewery bar was not rude.  She was actually very nice; she made sure that I got the Far Out Stout because it was the “best” one they had.  (And by “best” she meant only thing of the beers that anyone should actually pay for.)


Hog Island Brewery, Orleans
I took my paddle of middling pale ales to a table and sat down.  The people across from me had a little pager thing and it soon buzzed and lit up.  They went to the full bar that wasn’t the brewery and picked up food.  It smelled delicious.  The people handed me their menu and I perused it.  I figured some fatty fries and chicken tenders would be a good meal here.  So I went up to the full bar, menu in hand.

I got the bartender and looking at the menu I said: “Hey could I get…”

She cut me off angrily with, “THE KITCHEN’S CLOSED!”

Of course, it’s 3:12 on a Saturday and the lawn area is packed.  Why would you want to sell all those people food, or be nice to people who might buy more beverages from you? I always forget how weird the Cape is: a tourism based economy where they make sure to let the tourist know they are unwanted. 

Having no food at mile 57 is bad; but, what’s worse is people, who had managed to order food before that magic 3:12 cutoff time, were still getting food and I was getting hungrier and hungrier.


100 Miles from Boston

I left there in a fantastic mood and so happy I had given them my money…. My next stop was a deli after the trail at mile 68.  It apparently didn’t take cards – cash or check only (check?). Fortunately they had an ATM; unfortunately said ATM had no cash in it. Awesome…


“Miles to go before I eat…”

Estuaries
But it’s now just past 4:30 and I only had about 20 something miles left.  I figured I could average around 14 mph and then pull into P-Town by 6, then get a burger at the Post Office. But alas, this was not to be.  With limited energy from limited food, the hills of Wellfleet and Truro were just too much.*  I could never get up any speed. 

But I had to remove myself from such worries as food and carry on enjoying the seascapes.  The ride weaves in and out of the National Seashore.  The salty smell of the breeze is that thing that carries people to water.  The roads had the windswept sands encroaching upon the edges of the black top.  I made sure to stop and enjoy the view and the dunes.  If I wasn’t going to refresh with food, I would with the sea.

Address to the Ocean
'How long will ye round me be roaring', 
Once terrible waves of the sea? 
While I on my bike ride exploring 
The sweet smells of ocean spray on me. 

By Mile 85, the hills had been made low and the rough places plain.  I was riding the long stretch that strands like a necklace along the bayside of Truro.  Little cabins and private beaches carry touch each other one after the other.  It was now 6:00.  I had no chance to get a burger.  I stopped at a convenience store that did take cards.  I got gummy bears, Cape Cod chips and a Dr. Pepper. Sitting on the bench outside, I refueled enough to carry me into town.  


Truro


I pulled in at 6:45. I still stopped at the Post Office and got a Cape Cod IPA, before hoping the Boston Ferry, left to “enjoy the sunset, the pouring-in of the flood-tide, the falling-back to the sea of the ebb-tide.”




I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
~ William Wordsworth


*- I later (two days later) determined that I also had a slow leak in my back tire.  I’m certain this was also sapping energy but I just didn’t know it.