- Retaining wall work (the contractor quote was way too high so I will attempt to accomplish some/most of this as a DIY with help from friends.
- Maybe a few other DIY projects around the house/yard
- Loess Hills Enduro coming up in May!
- Some mountain bicycling now that I’ve got a pretty good setup in place for the Santa Cruz Superlite I’ve been using lately.
Bike Snot OMA
bicycle commuting in Omaha
Saturday, February 10, 2024
Goodbye Ben, Hello Year of the Wood Dragon
Monday, October 2, 2023
The River Calls! Who dares answer?
October 2, 2023
Hello my fellow beings!
Many molecules of water have flowed under the bridge since I’ve given you an update on some of the events I’ve experienced lately. It’s been a pretty busy summer, what with popcorn growing and harvesting, my first attempt at hard peach cider, and my aunt’s 90th birthday party, among other things. One of those other things was the Middle Loup River Challenge! The Loup River system is in central Nebraska and is a tributary of the Platte River. I was lucky enough to spend some quality time tubing on the Middle Loup River during my last BRAN and it was one of the highlights of that experience. I also have been enjoying some stand-up paddle boarding lately and I figured it would be worth the trip out there to enjoy the peacefulness and also improve my SUPing skills. I have gradually become better at SUPing, and I have developed a preference for river SUPing, although then you’ve got to have a way to get a vehicle down to your take out point. The MLRC provides a shuttle and plenty of other river enthusiasts to commune with. Although I knew I wouldn’t be able to have a beer on the river whilst paddling my SUP, I was still looking forward to a nice casual trip down the river. We got a chance to visit some of the local businesses during the pre-event hours. After a busy day at work and about a 3.5-hour drive, I arrived a bit late, so I didn’t get a chance to kick back at the Sandhill Corral where packet pick-up took place, but I did pay $10 for a breakfast sandwich and some coffee that I could pick up the next morning.
Then I zipped over to the camping area and set up my tent right next to the leisure float division starting point. It was a nice spot, although the cockleburs also seemed to like it. I got my iRocker iSUP inflated with a nice Polotrag electric pump Mrs. Snot had recently gifted me. It is really nice not to have to manually pump after a busy, tiring day of work and driving a few hours out to an adventure location. It took me a few trips with the iSUP before I realized I needed to pump it up to a much higher pressure than I had previously used with our inflatable kayak, Floatie. The electric pump has a digital readout which makes it pretty easy to get to the right pressure. I talked briefly with a few of my fellow campers, many of whom talked about some glorious kayaking adventures to various exotic locales, including the Horseshoe Bend of the Colorado River. We were close to the railroad tracks, so I popped in some earplugs and I was off to sleep.
The next morning I was up at around 6 to get my gear organized, get some food, and head over to the take-out location and catch the 7 o’clock shuttle to the race starting point and then back to the leisure float starting point.
The proprietress at Anthem Coffee was gracious enough to provide me with a delicious egg and cheese vegetarian sandwich. The coffee was very hot and tasty. Once we got to the race starting point we got a nice introductory/inspirational talk from the organizer, Cay (pronounced Kye) Ewoldt.
We got to see racers start out and various heats for the 28 mile competitive event.
I chatted with a few other people, including a fellow camper, Ryan, who had organized a Facebook group called Dirty Oars, to try to encourage some interest in paddling trips near his home in North Platte. I snapped a few photos and then we got shuttled downstream to the leisure float put-in location.
I was honestly a little nervous about the challenge because the current looked faster than either the Platte or Wisconsin Rivers, the only other two rivers I’d SUPed on before. Once I got out there, though, it was great! i had to stay focused to try to stay in the main channel (i.e., the fastest part of the current) and the time went by pretty quickly. Kind of like that Dragon’s Lair video game where you had to move in the right direction at just the right time or meet a entertainingly gruesome demise. After a couple hours on the river I kind of felt like I’d attained my river legs! The river seemed to get progressively shallower as we worked our way downstream. My center fin is maybe 9” long and would frequently scrape the bottom of the river. At first, this was quite disconcerting, and once I even fell forward onto my hands and knees (but still stayed on the board!?). I gradually got better at being able to anticipate when this was likely to happen and stay balanced and even occasionally kind of hop/scoot forward if I thought it was just a short section of shallowness. Towards the end of the course I blundered into some barbed wire that I didn’t scan ahead for well enough. I got a small scratch and a tear on my shirt and, later on, a tetanus booster shot. Also, after the coarse there was a delicious picnic-style lunch provided by Ewoldt Grocery Store and even some ice cream! There was an award ceremony / festive dinner scheduled in Halsey that evening. Unfortunately, the weather forecast called for high winds and chance of thunderstorms that evening, so all of us tent campers packed up and headed out that afternoon.
I had a great time and definitely gained some confidence on this trip! I also found out there are retractable fins and also shorter (4.5-inch) center fins available, which would be nice if I’m on a shallower river like the Middle Loup again.
The biking’s been pretty good lately, but hoping to get out for some mountain biking soon, since I’ve mostly just been using my 2-wheeled accomplices to commute, complete chores, etc. I hope you’ve been able to get out to enjoy some outdoor fun and, if not, it’s now fall so the weather should be perfect for some great biking, hiking, running, etc.
Bon voyage, mon chéris, bon Loup voyage!
Le BSO
Sunday, July 16, 2023
Go Forth July!
July 16, 2023
Dear Fellow Bicycling Enthusiast,
I hope you are enjoying some excellent summer spinning. Here is a summary of some spinning that I enjoyed on the Fourth of July. I met up with my friend Rod who has recently relocated to the thriving hamlet of Springfield, NE. We were excited to get out to the pedestrian bridge (aka the Lied Bridge across the Platte River), and i was curious about the current status of the MOPAC Trail. I asked him to meet me in the trail parking lot just east of Highway 50 (144th St) and Platteview Road. It was an appropriately patriotic place to start a 4th of July bike ride.
We scooted across the bridge over to the outskirts of South Bend where we found some informative signs. I found out that there is a gravel road route that connects the following two parts of the trail:
- (northern part) the part that goes from at least the Springfield Cemetery to South Bend
- (southern part) the part that goes from Wabash, NE to Lincoln, NE and from there you can get on a few other trails that 99 miles meandering with mazy motion through hill and dale runs to Marysville, KS
This connecting road is called 334th St.
This finding leads me to consider the following: Why do people ride gravel multi-use trails for long distances? I suppose the answers are as varied as the people that ride them. So, if this is something you’ve enjoyed, please provide your viewpoint. The reason I ask is because it seems like it might be similar to the reasons for riding gravel in general: it’s a bit less trafficky and you get to experience a more peaceful ride and take the path less travelled. Also, it’s the journey, not the destination. However, I hope you’re not in a hurry and have a penchant for camping and/or some clever lodging planning.
If a person wanted to undertake a gravelly bicycle trip from Omaha to Marysville, here is a list of trails (from N to S) as I understand it:
- MOPAC (OMA to LIN)
- Jamaica North (LIN to SAL [Saltillo], possibly to include Williamsburg Trail in LIN?)
- Homestead Trail (SAL to BEA [Beatrice])
- Chief Standing Bear Trail (BEA to NE/KS line)
- Blue River Trail (NE/KS line to MRY [Marysville])
I discovered the names of these trails on the TrailLink website, which is also apparently a free app. I may give that app a try and see if it satisfies my appetite for devouring trails! Highdy-ho, mofos!
What I am most curious about are good places to stay along the way. I’ll probably do a little digging before potentially planning this trip. My friend Rich has mentioned riding from Omaha to Marysville in a long day, but that doesn’t sound appealing and I am not in that kind of shape right now. Maybe by Fourth of July 2024?
Here is what I found out about overnight options for a trip starting on the MOPAC from Lincoln, NE to Maryville, KS. It seems a person could do a bike packing-type trip with camping at a few places along the way to make a 4 to 6-day trip out of it.
- near Lincoln:
- Wagon Train State Recreation Area, Hickman Rd, Lincoln, NE 68503, (402) 471-0641: this place looks good, but would require a slight departure from the trail
- Victory Quest, 14401 SW 15th St, Roca, NE 68430, (402) 794-2102 (Not sure if this is a real option since it sounds like it could be a church camp and there's not much info other than address and phone I could find. If this doesn't work out you may want to just find a college party somewhere and crash the party and fall asleep on someone's couch, what could go wrong? Or maybe just power through to Beatrice?)
- Beatrice: Chautauqua Park Campground, (402) 228-5200
- Marysville: Marysville City Park Campground, 10th & Spring St Marysville, KS 66508, (785) 562-3101
So there are a few ideas about the possibility of taking the gravel trails (where available, which is probably at least around 95% of the time) from Omaha to Marysville, KS.
Anyway, we made it back to Springfield in warmer weather. I had begun to feel a bit peckish, probably due to the meager breakfast of a single Clif bar I had eaten. I blame those intermittent fasting plans I've heard a bit about these days.
Although that OMA to Marysville trip seems intriguing, for now, I think I’ll just consider signing up for the Middle Loup River Challenge (Sept) and/or the Beer and Bagel Run (late Oct).
Before I got around to finishing up this post, I also had a chance to get out for a nice out and back ride on the West Papio Trail from the downtown Millard area to the Bellevue Berry Farm, with a pleasant stop at the Kros Strain / Pint 9 breweries on my way back.
A couple things I enjoyed seeing along the way:
- Great blue heron flapping lazily along above the trail
- A woman in shorts and rubber rain boots gathering some of those flowers that have gone to seed and look like huge dandelions. At first I thought they were thistles, but now I don't think so because they seemed poofier.
Bikefully yours,BSO
Sunday, January 22, 2023
Hop - hop - splash! Year of the Water Rabbit!
January 22, 2023
Hello again! I hope you are having a great 2023 so far. It seems like it’s going very quickly to me. In fact, it’s already time for me to consider the Lunar New Year, since we are now living in the Year of the Water Rabbit. It is also an occasion to reflect upon the soon-to-be-departed Year of the Water Tiger. This past YoWT Mrs. Snot went out and got us 2 kittens! It has been a lot of fun having the little terrors around. They are quite spoiled and healthy. Unlike our family cat back when I was a kid, these cats just stay inside all the time. They are adept at disrupting ping pong games, but I don’t mind because their antics amuse me. So far they haven’t expressed any interest in bicycling, possibly because they never go outside.
I also did some bicycling over the YoWT and, as a moderately active individual, I’d like to enjoy some more this upcoming year. I don’t have any major bicycling goals for this year, but I am signed up for one of those “step challenges.” It’s been good so far, and I hear that steps are good for your bone density, whereas bicycling and swimming don’t really help with that, although they are great for almost all other aspects of your life. This a.m. I was out for a walk and I saw a blue jay squawking at a great-horned owl in a tree at the park! So cool! This step thing has been exciting, and I recently even looked up a Year of the Rabbit-related activity that involves steps. It’s a virtual race sponsored by the Moon Joggers. It seems like a good time, and the medal is awesome - I think there’s a t-shirt too.
Enough about my take on YoWT and YoWR, let’s take a look at some of the signs and portends that describe what we might auspiciously aspire to in YoWR. Alright, I’m back and better informed than previously. It appears that the water rabbit is a chill creature that is kind, thoughtful, sociable, and insightful. He might show up at your full moon party and hang out for a long time and enlighten you about your purpose on Earth. The rabbit is associated with the moon goddess - Chang’e. Sailor Moon may also be related to the rabbit as her real name is Usagi Tsukino (or Moon Field Rabbit). So you might want to kick back and reflect a bit, plan out some wise and kind actions and enjoy the process and consider your results.
One wise and kind action you might consider would be to donate your time or money to a worthy organization of some sort. There’s always Team Bike Rescue of Omaha, Community Bike Project Omaha, or Mode Shift Omaha. Or, in light of the tragic mass shooting at Monterrey Park, California, following a Lunar New Year celebration, supporting one of the many organizations working to reduce gun violence like the Johns Hopkins Center for Gun Violence Solutions or Sandy Hook Promise. I think we can all agree that this senseless repetition of something that should be preventable has gone on way too long. Now we just have to work on finding and implementing the best ways to stop it.
Back to less somber musings: one rabbit-related item I can think of is ye olde and long defunct White Rabbit Bar down in Omaha’s Old Market district. It was a fun place to hang out with a hippy vibe. I believe there’s also a Jefferson Airplane song that has something to do with the White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland.
And of course the redoubtable Miyamoto Usagi of Usagi Yojimbo fame.
No matter which end of the carrot you want to start with, I hope this Year of the Water Rabbit is an auspicious one for you and your loved ones.
Love,
BSO
Friday, September 9, 2022
Dakota 50/50
September
69, 2022
Dear Family and Friends,
I hope you had a nice Labor Day weekend. Oh really? Maybe you can draw me a diagram of how that happened and send to me?
Mine was great, thanks for asking! My friend Rich had once again coerced talked me into going up to Spearfish, SD to participate in the Dakota Five-O, which is a mountain bike race/ride/tour, but I’d say mostly a race/ride because on a tour you can kind of meander about and take photos, etc. Although these things are possible on the D-5-O, they would not really work with someone like me (i.e., someone who is slow but appreciates the aid stations and camaraderie). Although I can’t recall for sure, I think my experience this year was even better than my first D-5-O back in 2009, and I’m pretty sure no one’s gonna argue with me about that.
For those who may not be familiar with the D-5-O, let me give you a brief summary:
1. It’s a 50-mile course (and rockier than I remember)
2. More than 6,500 feet of climbing
3. About 90% singletrack
4. Spearfish, SD (it is a beautiful area and quite amenable to experiencing via mountain bike, and this ride in particular)
Here is a photo of Rich and I before our designated 7:40 a.m. start.
So that is the summary, a more detailed report follows for those that are interested. Also, these “details” are as I remember them, which may or may not be quite right since things got a little hazy once in a while out there on the hot, dusty trail.
Rich and I got into Spearfish on Friday evening and set up camp at the Spearfish City Park Campground, which was crowded. We pitched our tent on the ice rink, which was close to Steve and Barb’s campsite. Since there are no fire rings in the ice rink, Steve and Barb shared their fire with us and we visited a while and rocked out with their Bluetooth stereo thing. Then we shuffled off to get some rest.
Saturday a.m. we decided to pre-ride some of the course. We got some general directions for a technical section and drove up to the Big Hill Trailhead. After the actual D-5-O, we discovered that the Tinton Trail downhill from this trailhead is a good technical section, but the stretch from Big Hill Trailhead to Cardiac climb is not technical, but does offer some great bovine viewing opportunities.
We also didn’t really know exactly where we were going so we ended up staying out a bit longer than I was planning (about 2 hours and 14 miles total, which is about twice what I was hoping for, but who’s keeping score?). We did get a taste of the Cardiac Bypass climb, which was a nice workout. Once back at camp, we relaxed and went out to Nonna’s Kitchen for dinner, which was quite good. I had the Crazy Green Spaghetti (pesto sauce) and if I get that next time I think I’ll add the shrimp.
Sunday a.m. – day of the ride! I had been looking forward to this! Prep included the following:
1. Chamois Butt'r: I forgot mine but luckily Rich did not
2. We agreed that we each should probably have an extra bottle for water but we also agreed that we could probably just leave ‘em empty until the first aid station. That way we wouldn’t need to carry the extra water weight on the climb and we figured we wouldn’t need that much water for the first part since the temps wouldn’t be that high (forecast high of 100 degrees WT[F]).
3. I packed up a few expired caffeine/B vitamin capsules I’d received at some other organized bike ride, 3 gel packs (only one expired), and a Clif bar.
4. A Camelbak full of ice water.
5. A lot of sunscreen (50 SPF).
6. Breakfast was a large Rice Krispee bar, a Kind peanut butter breakfast bar and a clementine
7. I knew the climb up to the trail was pretty tough, so I decided to start with 60 psi in my Hutchinson Pythons. I think Rich thought I was joking, but I wasn’t. This may have contributed to flat #1? Anyway, I intended to relieve some of that pressure as soon as it was convenient, but certainly no later than Aid Station 1.
There are waves of riders based on estimated speed. Rich and I were in the last wave, so our start time was 7:40 a.m. The group wasn’t as large as I thought it would be, maybe 60 people or so? We had all estimated our time to complete at more than 8 hours. I think there were 4 or 5 waves before us. We exchanged some genial conversation and then, with a brief pep talk and an air horn, we were led out by a gregarious fellow on a 4-wheeler. They had some intersections blocked off for us as we climbed on a few paved roads, then a few hard-packed gravel, and then onto the singletrack of Tinton Trail– a silty soil with rocks more or less common in various sections. After testing the limits of my modest finesse, I heard a loud pop and realized I’d be fixing a flat. I don’t recall having such a dramatic flat in my bicycling history, so I expected a pretty big hole in the tube, but it really wasn’t too bad. And that was good, because the spare tube I had in my behind-the-saddle bag was recommended for 1.25 – 1.75” and my tyres were 2.0” wide. I am pretty sure this combination would work under most circumstances, but based on the sharp rocks and long trail ahead I didn’t think having the rubber stretched that thin would be prudent. So I patched with ye olde Park Tool patch kit and pumped with my mini-pump up to around 25 psi or so (it’s kind of hard to get a lot of pressure injected with the mini pump) and figured I’d add some more at the first Aid Station. There were some good climbs and plenty of rocky sections to keep me focused for the next 4 miles or so before we made it up to the Big Hill Trailhead where Rich and I had started yesterday. Although the tyre seemed to fold just a bit around tight corners the low pressure otherwise seemed fine, although I did try to pay a little more attention to avoiding jagged rocks when possible. It was only a mile or 2 in from the BHT that we came to the first Aid Station (Big Hill, 10 miles from start). This stop was excellent. They had the following aspects of greatness:
1. a tyre pump
2. loud music that included Beastie Boys and Metallica
3. pickle slices and/or pickle juice in little Dixie cups
4. water and Gatorade (or similar)
5. helpful people with big hair (or possibly wigs, it’s all kind of hard to visualize at this point)
I heard some talk at this stop about a cut off time of 1:30 and I thought they said we had to be at the Ball Field by then, but that didn’t really mean much to me since I’d done a poor job of looking over the course beforehand and the location of the Ball Field to me was a complete mystery to me. The way it was said also seemed like someone might be “pulling my leg” or, since there were multiple listeners, “pulling our legs.” I felt good and there were plenty of other mountainous bicyclers nearby, so I figured we’d be fine. I gulped down my expired caffeine/vitamin tablets, plenty of pickles, and a banana and was on my way.
The next part of the ride started with a relatively smooth, flowy, mostly downhill section to a junction where an unofficial aid station was present. Prior to reaching the unofficial aid station, I hazily recall meeting a gregarious family out for a 4-wheeling venture. They kicked up a lot of dust and were kind of slow and unpassable because we were on a narrow section of trail where they were kind of over-sized for around 4 or 5 minutes (I think, although it felt like 15!). Eventually they must have noticed us because they got off to the side and apologized. I smiled brightly and said, “No problem!” in order to promote harmony amongst all trail users. Once I got to the unofficial aid station it didn’t seem that far from the 1st Official Aid Station so I didn’t get a water refill. I did chat with one of the attendants since he stated, “I think that’s the oldest Schwinn I’ve seen today!” I figured it probably was, since my trusty steed was born back in 1995 and had already experienced one D-5-O back in ’09.
Since then, not much had changed on ol’ Shifty, I got a new-to-me Rock Shox suspension seatpost a while back to replace my old U.S.E. seatpost and I, unwisely, replaced the chain (Shimano) and cassette (Sram) and the two weren’t getting along as well as I had hoped they would. I should have believed the guy at the Bike Rack (aka Trek Store-Omaha West) who stated that the 2 brands didn’t always play well together. The Cardiac Climb was rather long, but actually kind of fun, featuring winding trails with a few flatter areas for resting. I got behind a guy going about my speed and he kept picking good lines for easy climbing, so I expressed my appreciation by stating, “I like the lines you’re picking.” To which he chuckled. In this way I was able to reserve my limited quantities of mental acuity for moments when it might be needed in the future. Do you know what else would be needed in the future? Water! I was dry at 10:50 a.m.! At Aid Station 1 I’d refilled with Gatorade and I hadn’t taken the bladder all the way out of the pack. In hindsight, I think I may not have had the bladder fully expanded (i.e., slightly pinched/squeezed in some area) such that I didn’t get a full refill. Whatever the cause, I wasn’t thrilled with this development, but I felt well hydrated at the time. I asked a fellow rider how long he thought it was until the next aid station and he estimated about 4 miles. It started getting warmer as we reached higher terrain with some nice overlooks and some breeze along sections of trail known as Recovery Ridge and Rimrock Trail. I was, hot, thirsty, and grateful as I rolled into the Old Baldy Aid Station (Aid Station 2, 22 miles from start) at high noon. “I love you!” I told the kindly fellow who refilled my water. I even got a nice misting from another fellow with a different hose attachment! Although I vowed to drink all 70 ounces of my Camelbak, I did not. However, I did laze around in the shade for at least ½ hour, enjoyed some music by a couple of guys that included Phish's classic "Waste", drink about ½ of the Camelbak, and enjoy a nice pasta salad provided by a kindly North Dakotan. Although it seemed daunting to eat real food at first, I had a nice bag of popcorn appetizer and the pasta was perfect! She also had a great mantra that she offered after we joked about calling it a day due to the heat, something along the lines of “Everyone must deal with pain. Pick your pain: the pain of discipline or the pain of regret.” Now that’s a good mantra. However, it’s also a bit stark, so I didn’t dwell on it much as I continued on the ride. I mostly had a Taj Mahal song stuck in my head. It was this one:
When I finally left Aid Station 2 it was approximately 12:35 and I had been informed that I had made the cut off time. I was happy to hear it and I was also not feeling any urge to hurry. From here on out any climb that looked even a little iffy would be one that I walked up. This stemmed from a few factors, including the following:
1. I had previously noticed that attempting to do seated climbs for steep sections could cause some lower back strain as I kind of hunched over in an effort to keep my weight on the front tyre. I think that is why one of the main things I remember about the D-5-O of ’09 was my sore back for several days after the event.
2. The effort of dismounting suddenly was something that could be a bit taxing physically and mentally and I didn’t need that noise.
3. It was just nice to use some different muscle groups from time to time.
To be honest, this part of the ride went by pretty fast. I may have been in a bit of a daze, but I believe things were often fast and flowy with rocks here and there. I was in the zone and loving it. I had left Shifty out in the sun and it seemed to improve my shifting, leading me to believe that perhaps my cable tension had been a bit too taut and the heat of the sun had stretched them to just the right amount of tension. I helped a fellow Omahan tighten up his cleat because he had back issues and couldn’t easily remove his shoe. Tightening the shit out of bolts makes me feel pretty damn good for some reason.
Eventually I made it to Sheep Flats where another much welcomed informal aid station was set up. There wasn’t any water left, but there was a whole lot of ice and it felt fantastic in ye olde Camelbak. I rode jauntily onward and experienced a feeling of rightness that is hard to relate yet most enjoyable to feel. I felt fast and smooth without undue effort. Before I knew it I zipped through a downhill into the Ball Field (Aid Station 3, mile 35). I don’t know why it’s called that and I don’t even have a theory. One thing about this place was that it was f-ing hot! I found some shade, ate something (maybe a banana?) got some water and grabbed a pack of these:
People at the Ball Field were deciding their fate. Yes, it was hot. Yes, there was a big-ass, 2-mile-long hill between us and the Bacon and PBR Aid Station. Yes, there was a road nearby that led back towards the many comforts of the civilized world in the form of Spearfish, SD. But the glory? Ah, the glory lay above, as did the PBR and bacon! So I set out for a short ride and then a quick dismount followed by a long walk. I settled into a comfortable pace, sipping my water and occasionally enjoying a margarita-flavored gummy. It wasn’t until a few days later after I got home that I noticed these had caffeine in addition to salts. In any case, I felt great as I arrived at the wonderful PBR and bacon stop (Aid Station 4, mile 38). The bacon was crispy, salty perfection! The PBR would have been anathema, so I avoided its siren call. There would be time enough for that type of brewhaha if and when I was back at the Spearfish City Park. I briefly chatted with a few of the members of the Hay Camp cycling team and offered the following “encouragement”: “Is it really even voluntary at this point?” Next up was the Dakota Ridge, which I had heard was “the most technical part” of the ride, but also “not too bad.” I think I can agree with both of those statements. I switched from my sunglasses to some clear safety glasses to make sure I didn’t miss the right line through the rocks. It did take some concentration and commitment to navigate a pretty challenging gauntlet of short rocky ascents and descents with some curves and some nice views that I didn’t look at very much because I had to keep my eyes on the trail. This was the new-to-me part of the route that had replaced the old Cathedral Slides – a steep sandy trail that I recall as being more like skiing than biking down some very steep descents. Apparently there had been enough crashes in the CS that the route had been altered and I’d say the Dakota Ridge was a more satisfying option anyway.
After D Ridge I was feeling very good, but also a little knackered so I found some shade along a fire road and enjoyed the rest of my Clif bar and rang my bell at the Hay Camp fellows that cycled past.
The rest of the way back on the Tinton Trail was at least as much fun on the way out. It was cooling off a bit and it felt like a downhill glide even though it is really kind of a series of rolling hills with some rocky sections. I conversed for a while with an older fellow from North Dakota who was riding at about the same pace as I. Then I heard a subtle hissing that I knew signaled another flat. It was at approximately the same spot as on the way out! What the hell!? Anyway, I sat down and patched it. There was a pretty good gash in the tyre this time so I included a paper-reinforced patch for the tyre as well as the tube.
It was actually a nice break and things cooled down even more. I got the tyre pumped back up to maybe 30 psi and proceeded onwards. Once I reached the gravel roads I felt like it was smooth sailing and I felt like a hawkman as I dove speedily back towards town. After arriving in Spearfish I climbed a short residential hill where a friendly couple clapped as I climbed and offered words of encouragement. A woman offered me a cold Gatorade and then ran alongside my bike and smilingly shoved it into my bottle holder when I tried to politely refuse since I still had quite a bit of water left. Spearfishers are awesome! It wasn’t much later before I was back at City Park. A cheering crowd was still lining the finish and I rang my bell at them in appreciation as I cycled in. Soon I was enjoying a delicious Crow Peak Pile O' Dirt Porter in addition to the ice-cold Gatorade Zero.
It was a little more than 11 hours after the start.
Although the festivities were winding down before I arrived,
it felt great to be there and I really appreciate all the people that were in any way involved in the event and Rich for talking me into getting back out there again. I felt very welcomed and at home with everyone I met and I will always remember the experience with gratitude.
Rich and I compared our dustiness.
A few takeaways/notes to self:
- Be sure to bend water bottle cage in so that it tightly holds water bottle. I lost one this time and one in 2009.
- Get some tougher tyres (and consider lower tyre pressure) to help withstand the rocks.
We had a nice dinner at Killian's and the next day we were homeward bound with plenty of good memories and some sore muscles.
D-5-O forever!
Saturday, July 9, 2022
BRANimalistic Tendencies
July 9 June 17, 2022
In politically divisive times, I hope we can all at least agree about a few bicycle-related things. For example:
- · bicycles can take you to some interesting new places
- · sitting on a bicycle saddle isn’t always comfortable
- · let’s ride a bike across a state!
- · no? maybe across the park to the bar, at least?
Well, my dear ol’ da and I have accomplished these bullet points! Now we are sitting around a lot and I have decided to sit in an actual chair to relay to you these events
As you are possibly aware, I enjoyed a BRANtastic voyage with Dad back in 2012, before I became the dad of former Baby Snot (now Snot Jr. 2). Well, my dad’s been on four or five other BRANs since then, but I did not make it to another one until this year, 10 years after my maiden voyage! I was looking forward to some moderate bicycling followed by some daily intensive hammock and mandolin time. “Ah, this will be some good living!” I thought. Well, it certainly started out that way. Even before we boarded the Love Bus I was happy when Dad informed me that I didn’t need to box up my bike this time because there was a truck with hooks that would be transporting our bikes! So cool!
I believe this is the first year that the event has been organized by the Omaha Pedalers, having formerly been piloted by the Rotary Club of Omaha Northwest. Dad and I enjoyed a nice bus ride out to Alliance, NE, the home of Carhenge. We set up my tent, a Kelty Gunnison 4.1 that had been sitting around in an unopened box in the basement since 2012. There was a great spot for the hammock too.
After that we headed over to Carhenge, a place of interest in Nebraska that I hadn’t experienced previously. It was wondrous!
In addition to the cars possibly used as some form of calendar or for some druidic rituals, there are some fantastic sculptures, you can walk around, the birds like it, great place for photos, hi-jinks, etc.
I normally would have stopped to check out the gift shop, but Dad wanted to get back to town for mass. I had a nice relaxing time with the hammock and, once Dad got back, we enjoyed a wonderful meal over at Mi Ranchito. I was very hungry and the food was abundant and the margaritas were refreshing and $1.99! We made it back to the high school in time for most of the pre-ride meeting. There we spoke of many things, including some reminders to use good bicycling etiquette, remembering the passing of a BRAN stalwart (Frank Perrone), welcoming a first-time BRANer (Scott Ussery), and celebrating the continuing presence of Al “The BRAN Man” Roeder on what was to be his last BRAN. Unfortunately, Al experienced some medical issues and was forced to withdraw from this year’s BRAN. It was great to have him on the bus with us from Wahoo, however, and he joked with me during our lunch stop in North Platte about how he used to have a red beard like mine and that I should appreciate it while it lasts. Other in-memorium honorees were Ted Roche and Don Van Driest. Ted was the long-time treasurer of the Omaha Pedalers and the support and gear (SAG) director for BRAN. Don, although not a BRAN person, was an advocate for establishing multi-use trails, including the Cowboy Trail up around Highway 20 in the northern part of the state and the Field Club Trail corridor in the 36th& Center area.
I am not sure how Al is doing now, but of course we all wish him a quick recovery from whatever caused his withdrawl.
Day 1 (Sunday, 6/5), Alliance to Hyannis: After awakening and heading outside to get a sense of what this BRAN held in store I noted a woman creepily clowning to her partner inside the tent with the evocative line "Gimme your fingernails!" I made it over to a table for a breakfast burrito and felt ready to ride!
This was a delightful ride through some tranquil sandhill scenery. The wetlands along Highway 2 were filled with many colorful birds. Interestingly to me, there were many yellow-headed blackbirds interspersed with the red-winged variety. Also some lesser scaups (or similar waterfowl). We rode near the former town of Antioch (a potash boom town), which is often described as a Nebraska ghost town. Ellsworth provided a comfortable lunch stop at the bowling alley and grounds.
There were many homemade foods that I scarfed down greedily. I also met a few different people, including John – a guy with a tuxedo jersey (like those tuxedo t-shirts)! Way to make a great first impression! There’s also a mega-weapons and leather gear shop at Ellsworth that was impressive in its size and scope. I tried a packet of Beyond Meat Jerky that my wife, Mrs. Snot, had thoughtfully purchased.
It was a bit on the rubbery side and not highly recommended, although the nutritional content seemed pretty good. It was sunny, and this woman wisely applied some sunscreen before hopping on the highway.
I noted 3 dead turtles in the road – ornate box turtles.
Day 2 (Monday, 6/6) Hyannis to Thedford: This day was similar to the first day. I was excited to get to Thedford because I’d received a few emails that mentioned that you could go tubing on the Middle Loup River as long as you get there by the time the last trip left (3:00 p.m.) for the reasonable cost of $15! So I tried to keep a good pace, and eventually succeeded in arriving in time for some very enjoyable, refreshing tubing. But along the way I also read a few historical markers, including a fascinating account of Hecla, Nebraska – a town named after an Icelandic volcano. We were also getting out into some serious windmill country, as evidenced by this awesome sculptural sign for Seven Pines Ranch. The turtle mortality rate along this stretch of Highway 2 wasn’t quite as high, as I only noted a single dead ornate box turtle.
Just enough excitement to make the experience more memorable. I also made the acquaintance of a nice couple from Wayne. I’ll call them Max and Lianna. They were fun and conversational and even offered me a beer once my supply was depeleted.
When I got back to the old campsite, I got showered off and made it out to the Sandhills Correl where they had plenty of food and $5 margaritas. I also met up with Max and Lianna and their friends. They are an awesome group of people and it was really nice to spend some time with them. We discussed why there weren’t too many younger riders. I think the relatively serious nature of the event might be one reason – there are some days with a lot of miles and there’s no party atmosphere associated with BRAN (as opposed to RAGBRAI). That’s probably why, at 50, I felt like I was a bit younger than the average BRANimal.
We got a smattering of rain that night and we found out that the rain fly leaked. In the morning a quick inspection revealed that the clear plastic “window” was becoming detached from the rest of the nylon rain fly. This is apparently fairly common as Kelty’s website includes the following information in the FAQs:
My window is falling out of my rainfly is that something you can repair / replace? Print
Modified on: Fri, 19 Mar, 2021 at 12:36 PM
Our repair team is able to replace windows in your rainfly. If your window is too damaged our repair team may have to replace it with non see through fabric.
Day 3 (Tuesday, 6/7) Thedford to Callaway: This day seemed to me to be a little more off-the-beaten path as we turned south off of Highway 2 and onto Arnold Road at Dunning. The morning started with a nice conversation with a fellow BRANimal who happened to be 10 years my senior. We talked a bit about how the rain got inside both of our tents. Then he helped me compress my large Bigfoot tote so I could zip it. It turned out he was not going to ride that day due to some serious pain in his knee. Pain that he hadn’t experienced before. This was understandably bumming him out a bit. But, fortunately, he had a few things to look forward to. It turned out that he’s planning on attending a motorcycle rally with his son in Missouri. It just so happened that it is a BMW rally and that it is the 50thanniversary of the R75/5, which is a type of motorbike that I owned for a couple years back before the turn of the century!
Anyway, he seemed like a great guy and I appreciated his willingness to lend me a helping hand even though he was undergoing some frustration. It later occurred to me that this is probably one of the best ways to deal with pain and frustration. Take your mind off it by helping someone else or making a connection with someone.
Another thing that I learned about during this BRAN was that I need to make sure the top of my head is covered during outdoor events (i.e., no more visors) unless I want a sunburned pate!
The ride itself was a pleasant, pastoral experience. Ten miles or so down the road I came across a painted turtle basking in the middle of the road – right on the faded painted yellow line!
I was concerned for turtle’s safety. So I picked him up and moved him slowly off to the side of the road in the direction he was facing.
This day also featured a lovely climb and overlook into some lovely valleys. This location is also just a bit northwest of an area known as the seven valleys. Here is a map:
Descending into Arnold, we seemed to be temporarily exiting the Sandhills as we entered the Middle Loup River Valley. Arnold was nice and the people were quite friendly and talkative. Some of the volunteers at the community center attempted to prevent Snot Sr. from leaving since Arnold is in need of a school band teacher. There is an old one-room schoolhouse that has been renovated into a bed and breakfast. I attempted to find the famous Rialto Theater, mentioned in our BRAN 40.2 Tour Guide, but I apparently did not understand the directions I received, so here’s a photo from the internet:
I can see why I missed it, because it doesn’t really have the standard theater-front marquis. This turned out to be the highest mileage day as we had to take a detour around Highway 92 between Arnold and Callaway because part of that road had apparently gotten flooded and was now impassable. So we took Highway 40 and, after our arrival in Callaway, Strava congratulated me on 90.15 miles of pedaling! Turtle tally: 1 live painted turtle in road, 1 dead ornate box turtle on the road.
and on to Ord. Prior to Broken Bow, we ascended Democrat Hill, a scenic and pleasant climb with quite a few mellow grades on the way up. Along the way there was a large wind farm - Broken Bow 2 and this scenic SAG stop where Sandy (the pickle lady) and Denny seemed to be in good spirits as always.
Sandy always maintained a good supply of pickles, pickle juice, and peanut butter. I am a fan of all of these, but I determined that I don't really like to mix them (an opinion that is certainly not for everyone).
I was feeling pretty tired and hot as I rolled in to Ord. I relaxed in the shade for a while and eventually ambled over to the campground area where I found Snot Sr. having some mild difficulties with the tent poles.
We teamed up to construct our shelter after I taped our rain fly more thoroughly (more duct tape along pretty much the entire seam and tape on inside as well as outside).
Then we rode our bikes a short distance to the downtown area where we enjoyed some food at Carl’s (very nice, comfortable place with friendly people and good food and drinks) and a quick stop over at Scratchtown Brewing Co. for a satisfying beer, a hat to try to help protect my balding pate, and some live music on the patio. It was there I met Dan who told me about his experience with the Windmill Fest over the years. He said he’d helped out with the festival a few times. There had been some crazy times. I think the festival used to be much bigger and there used to be a couple rock days and a couple country days (vs. the current event just featured young country artists). He told me that during the rock show days at one of the campground he saw his first streaker – a naked guy went running by being chased by four girls! There was apparently also a wet t-shirt contest as part of the festivities back in those hedonistic days! Things back at the BRAN campground were quite a bit more sedate: wet clothing was relegated to some temporarily strung clotheslines.
They also discussed classic rock from time to time – On Day 1 I happened to hear Ryan mention that “God Only Knows” was Paul McCartney's favorite song and is Brian Wilson’s magnum opus (I’d argue it was “Good Vibrations,” but I’m certainly no subject-matter expert). I was certainly experiencing some good vibrations as I departed the enjoyable oasis of Ord. Here is a fascinating and creative landscaping sculpture I enjoyed whilst rolling out on Highway 11.
Dad’s 16-year-old Pearl Izumi shoes were not faring well at this point, so we duct taped the front part of the shoes back together before we left.
It was on this day that I first tried a mixture that I had overheard someone talking about at Phil’s SAG stop (the 2ndone each day). It was referred to, in reverent tones, as “jet fuel” and consisted of one Styrofoam cup filled with hot water, one instant oatmeal packet, and a generous scoop of instant vanilla espresso (I think there was a non-vanilla option too) mix. It tastes really good and the effect was a long-lasting energy that also made me feel happier and satisfied my caffeine addiction.
I stopped at Scotia to mail a postcard and take a picture of the chalk building.
I stopped at a convenience store at Cedar Rapids to avoid a sudden moderate rain and to purchase a red wine called “Work Horse” that was bottled at a vineyard in nearby St. Paul.
My stay at St. Edwards was delightful! Everything we needed was at the 1-year-old community center that was spacious and filled with kind people, delicious food, and beer. There was a photographic presentation about the local area, with prints for sale. For dinner, I enjoyed a fantastic falafel wrap and a delicious pie with ice cream for dessert. There was a band playing some old-timey country/bluegrass-flavored tunes out on the bandstand at City Park– the Root Marm Chicken Farm Jug Band.
And the next morning they had a delicious pancake breakfast!
BRANimalistically yours,
BSO
Afterwards
The Kelty team has been easy to work with. I sent the rain fly in and requested the “non see through” (opaque) fabric, as I wasn’t entirely convinced that these windows formed a structurally-sound, durable part of the rain fly. Also, if I’ve got the rain fly on, then I generally don’t really feel interested in gazing up out of the rain fly window at the rain pelting the rain fly.
7/1: I already got the rain fly back and, although it still has windows, the clear plastic seems to be stitched onto the rest of the rain fly so I am hopeful that it will hold together for a few more years.