The Hoppy Okapi

A 2012 Pacific Crest Trail Adventure

L. A. River Ride June 14, 2011

In the first days of June I cleaned up my bike and added some cute frog stickers…

My bike - now with frogs!

then packed it up in the car and drove to LA.

Clouds over Glendale

A River Running through Concrete

On Sunday morning I woke up very early to participate in the LA River Ride, an event presented by the Los Angeles Bike Coalition. The morning started out cool and overcast – perfect for a long ride!

Ride Registration on a Cloudy Morning

I got my wristband and route sheet – there were a lot of turns listed for the 100 mile ride, so I decided the best course of action would be to stick close enough to other riders to follow a group, and hope they knew where they were going so I didn’t have to!

Route Sheet - 100 miles!

That strategy served me well, as we took off on a loop around Griffith Park, then entered the LA River bike path to head south. I tried to soak in the scenery along the bike path as I was riding, and I was happy to see that the river really is more than just a trickle of water in a concrete channel – there was a variety of plant and bird life taking advantage of the water, rock and sandbars formations along the river’s length. I even saw a crane with its wings spread wide, just like in the River Ride logo.

Of course, I almost paid too much attention to the scenery and not enough to the road – a few yards before the first automated photo setup, I unexpectedly hit a big bump in the pavement while my hands were wrapped casually around the bars, and ended up jamming the handlebars between my pinkie and ring fingers on my left hand – ow! I managed to recover in time to smile for the camera, but it hurt for the rest of the day (actually, it still hurts a little bit a week later…) and for a while I was worried that my hand was broken.

A few miles later, the ride entered the streets of Downtown LA, and headed south for a few more miles before joining back up with the bike path near Maywood Park. With a slight downhill in the first half of the course and calm winds, I was able to pedal along easily at 20 MPH for long stretches, and before long I came to the Dills Park pit stop at 31 miles.

Dills Park Pit Stop

After filling up my water bottle and downing a banana, I headed back to the trail toward Long Beach. After leaving the park, I was surprised to see an equestrian park and trail on the east side of the back path – I had no idea something like that existed along the LA River. Of course, I’d never even been on the bike path before, so the whole ride was very new to me, but it was fun to get glimpses of all the communities we passed through along the way. As I got closer to Long Beach I noticed a budding headwind blowing in from the ocean, but before long I had covered those 10 miles and was passing the Catalina Island ferry station on my way to Shoreline Park – 42 miles done!

Shoreline Park, Long Beach

The Long Beach pit stop was party central – riders from both the 100- and 70-mile routes were resting, refueling, and taking in the view before continuing their journeys. I grabbed a cheese-and-cracker snack, filled up my water bottles, refreshed my sunscreen application, and helped another cyclist get a picture of himself with the Queen Mary in the background, then set off on the next segment – a 24 mile loop through Long Beach and Seal Beach and back to Shoreline Park.

The Queen Mary In Long Beach Harbor

I once again found the wheel of a few other riders to follow, and soon found myself enjoying the bike path along the beach, except for a wicked side-wind blowing in from the water, that is. It was mid-to-late morning by then and the beach goers were starting to turn out, but I was still impressed by the orderly sharing of the path, with bikers and pedestrian generally sticking to their designated sections. After a couple miles we turned inland again, taking city streets for a few blocks before turning onto the San Gabriel River bike path – yet another great river-side bike path in L.A, county! I didn’t realize it until I had reached the turn-around and started heading back, but there was a lovely tailwind that eased my way along the river…and then I reached El Dorado park, turned around to ride back toward the ocean, and – Head Wind! No!!!!! I was having a hard time keeping up a 13mph or so pace on the way back, although after a while I was lucky enough to catch the wheel of some riders from the VeloViet cycling club as they passed; I tried to stay in their slipstream, but kept yo-yo-ing off the back and having to face the wind by myself.

Me by the harbor in Long Beach

On the way back through Long Beach I got to check out the cool new bicycling infrastructure they’ve installed recently – bike boxes and sharrows that are visually connected with green paint to form virtual bike lanes in the right-most traffic lane. We have a few new sharrows in San Diego, which I’m very appreciative of, but the ones in Long Beach were fantastic – the green paint helped tie them together, and made it very obvious that bikes had the right to share the roads with car traffic. After a mellow stretch of a more residential section of 2nd Ave, mixing it up with traffic on Shoreline Drive was a little unpleasant, but soon I was turning into Shoreline Park again for another break, with 64 miles done – almost 2/3 finished!

Shoreline Park, part two.

The pit stop was a little less crowded the second time, and the riders were all a little bit more tired, but the pit stop volunteers were still as cheerful and welcoming as before. I grabbed some snacks and water, popped some ibuprofen to keep down the swelling in my not-quite broken hand, stretched out a bit, and started back up the river.

Bike Path, heading north from Shoreline Park

I was still feeling pretty good as I left Shoreline Park for the second time, but by the time I got back to the Dills Park pit stop I was starting to feel the miles. It was right around 75 miles, which matched my previous longest-ever ride distance. My legs were starting to feel just a little tired, and I was definitely getting tired of my saddle (note to self: adjust saddle position or try out other saddles for long rides). Event though Dills Park was only 10 miles from Long Beach, I was very glad for the chance to stop!

LA River, looking south from Dills Park

At the park I overheard some other riders talking about the samples of coconut water and decided to give it a try: I am now officially hooked on chilled coconut water as a refreshing sports drink! Thanks Zico!

LA River Bike path, looking north from Dills Park

After I left the park, I soon passed a group of kids taking a ride on the path with escorts from the LA Sheriff’s department. I’m not sure if that was related to the LA River Ride festivities or just a concurrent event, but it was great to see the kids out learning how to ride on the path. From Dills Park on, I was still had a decent amount of energy, but was getting very uncomfortable from sitting on the bike so long and was basically counting down the miles until each successive pit stop. I stopped briefly at the Maywood Park pit stop, then was soon back onto city streets with less than 20 miles to go! There was still a steady trickle of riders heading back toward Griffith Park, and I once again caught the wheel of the VeloViet team and enjoyed the slipstream for a while.

Happy to be at the finish!

I made a quick stop at Hollenbeck Park, I noticed that the mileage on my bike computer was no longer tracking the route sheet exactly – it had been pretty close through my first stop in Long Beach, but from there the trip computer was showing fewer miles – so either the pit stop mileage was a little off on the route sheets, or my Cateye was going to clock the ride at under 100 miles – oh no! I continued on through the city streets, thankful to see another rider ahead of me make a left turn (probably from Main St to S. Ave 20) where I had missed the route markers and was about to miss the turn and go off course. Shortly thereafter I joined the bike path along the river again – almost done! By this time I was seeing just as many recreational riders on the course as River Ride participants, and I rode along trying to enjoy the sunshine and scenery while willing myself to keep up the pace so I could get off the bike!

After the River Ride

Finally I made the turn off of the River Path and back to Zoo Drive, only to confirm that I was about .1 miles from the finish line and my bike computer was reading 98.2 miles – Arrrrrgh! I was tempted to just trust the route sheet and called it a successful century, but for the sake of my mileage spreadsheet I had to turn right instead of left onto Zoo Drive and bike out another .9 miles to ensure that I would see “100″ on my Cateye when I finally turned around and rode back to the finish. The nice part was that I knew exactly how long I had left to go AND I could coast back part of the way. Fittingly, I came through the finishing chute just after the VeloViet guys, so I was able to grab one more mini-draft :)

100 Miles - if the Cateye says so, it must be true.

I was pretty happy to finish with total moving time just under 6.5 hours (total time was about 7.5 hours including pit stops and stop lights), for an average of 15.4 MPH. I was able to sustain my energy pretty well over the whole ride, and my legs were only a little tired since there wasn’t any climbing of note. The LABC did a great job organizing the ride, and the volunteers were all friendly and helpful. Best of all, I got to ride on some fantastic bike paths that I wouldn’t have otherwise been exposed to – the route was truly a great showcase for the bike paths and communities along the LA River.

 

A Day at the Fair – Part Two: Camel Dairy! July 4, 2010

Getting the camel ready for milking

Yes, the camel dairy demonstration gets its own post! I had seen the camel dairy ranch from the road when we drove to Palomar Mountain for backpacking in May, and so was very excited to learn more about it.

Gil and Nancy, the owners of the camel dairy, had three camels with them at the fair -  a mother and baby, as well as another female to keep the mama camel company. Their dog was also there to keep them company and help with the camel handling.

mother and baby camels

The adult camels were in the middle of their shedding season, so we got to pass around some soft camel fur. We also learned that running a camel dairy is tough! A female camel will only give milk when her baby is nearby, so you have to have plenty of baby camels to keep the dairy going! Gil told us that nomads in the desert  have sometimes resorted to stuffing baby camels that die in the desert and carrying them along with the caravan to trick the mother camel into providing milk – that’s pretty hardcore!

Baby camel searching for some milk

Fortunately no such deception was necessary at the fair, and we got to see the super-cute baby camel up close as he waited for milk and had a feeding.

Milking the camel

Gil was able to get about a quart of camel milk fairly quickly during the demo; he and Nancy were stocking up for their Camel Milk challenge – living on nothing but camel milk, dates, and water for two weeks as a rehearsal for spending a month trekking through the desert next year with similarly limited provisions.

Cuddly baby camel!

We were disappointed to learn that it’s not possible to obtain camel’s milk form the dairy due to pesky laws concerning the sale of raw milk, but I’m hopeful that the ranch will eventually be able to get permits to sell the camel’s milk (and then we can make it into cheese! and cheesecake! and ice cream!). The camel demonstration was really fun, and I’m looking forward to heading out to Ramona on one of the weekends that they’re offering tours!

 

Yosemite Hike: Clouds Rest September 20, 2009

Yosemite Flashback #5: Clouds Rest, September 20, 2008:

Half Dome and beyond, from Clouds Rest summit

Half Dome and beyond, from Clouds Rest summit

Clouds Rest was the final long hike (and final overall hike!) of our Yosemite trip. Because our hiking guide claims that it is 14 miles rounds trip and over 3200 feet of elevation gain, I was really kind of dreading the hike, but the sheer joy of climbing the final ascent of Clouds Rest and the incredible views from the top, where it feels like you’re looking down on the whole world, made it all worthwhile.

Scenery near the beginning of Clouds Rest hike

Scenery near the beginning of Clouds Rest hike

This was another hike that started near Tuolumne Meadows, so we woke up early and left the lodge around 7am to arrive at the trailhead around 8:15. The trailhead was already crowded when we arrived, a mix of day-hikers getting an early Saturday start and people camping in the wilderness and even in the parking lot.

Scenery near the trailhead

Scenery near the trailhead

We started from the Sunrise trailhead, as our hiking book seemed to suggest a phantom “Tenaya Lake” trailhead that we were simply unable to find. We started our hike, with the initial sign promising us 7.1 miles to Clouds Rest, starting off in a pine forest as so many of these hikes do. We passed a mini-meadow, traipsed along a flat trail, then descended a little bit after about half a mile.

A pretty pond along the Clouds Rest Trail

A pretty pond along the Clouds Rest Trail

the other end of the alpine pond

the other end of the alpine pond

After some minor undulations, we began the first of two eeevil uphill sections that I had been dreading based on the trail profiles in our book – this ascent was shown as a mile and a half of steep climbing. It started out on a mild ascent, a sandy pine-covered trail climbing slowly onto a rockier ridge. After some climbing on the rocks, we soon came to…steps! I do really dislike steps on trails, but I was already in ultra-slow mode, prepared for the mile-and-a-half long slog I believed this to be. We made our way ever so slowly along the rocky trail, stairs intermingled with rocky inclines, upward and onward until finally the ascent started to lessen, rocks and stairs fading into another shady wooded trail. Right about then, when I had hope of reaching the top soon, the top of the ridge in sight, Chuck said that we still had almost half the climb to go, and I fell into despair at the thought. Alas it was a false panic, created by the ridiculous exaggeration of our hiking book, and we truly were only about a tenth of a mile short of the ridge.

Our first view of Clouds Rest from the trail

Our first view of Clouds Rest from the trail

We reached the junction at the top at 2.5 miles from the trailhead, instead of the 2.9 miles the book would have us believe, and took a break for a snack on top of the hill. Shortly after the junction, we descended steeply for about 300 feet of elevation – it wasn’t nearly as steep as the descent to the base of North Dome, but we could tell it would hurt a little on the way back! From there the trail had a few more undulations, past a peaceful looking pond (well below its high water mark so late in the season) and a few “creeklets” that actually did still have water; we then climbed steeply up again for a few minutes before settling into a more gentle slope for our final long ascent to the base of Clouds Rest.

Chuck and I at the beginning of the final ascent

Chuck and I at the beginning of the final ascent

As we passed the final trail junction, we noticed something peculiar – according to the trail signs, the distance to Clouds Rest from the trailhead kept increasing! First it was 7.1 miles, then 2.5 to the trailhead and 4.7 to the summit (for a total of 7.2 miles), then finally it was 5.3 miles to the trailhead and 2.5 to Clouds Rest – a total of 7.8 miles! Either someone is bad at math, or the Clouds Rest trail exists in some sort of space warp. That was both odd and somewhat discouraging, but we kept trekking onward.

Me climbing to the top of Clouds Rest

Me climbing to the top of Clouds Rest

Before too long, we got our first glimpse of Clouds Rest from the trail, and it certainly appeared to be close enough to inspire us to keep moving!

Chuck ascending to Clouds Rest summit

Chuck ascending to Clouds Rest summit

We rounded the ridge and started approaching the east shoulder of Clouds Rest, ascending up the rocky shoulder then dropping a little to the side until we came to a spot just below the summit trail, where some hikers waited for their companions to return from the top. From the summit trail sign location it was perfectly clear that reaching the summit would be ultra-fun, and much less scary than Half Dome.

Ascending Clouds Rest summit

Ascending Clouds Rest summit

The ascent stretched out before us, a series of ever higher granite pillows flattening each other as they led up to the top. We set off on the summit path gleefully, each slowly finding our path up the final ridge. For a while I stuck to a lower path on the right, but as I became more comfortable I started to walk along the highest part of the ridge. That was quite exhilarating, as the cliff edge seemed to fall away rapidly on either side.

View from top of CLouds Rest I

View from top of CLouds Rest I

I was still enjoying the top-of-the-world feeling as we reached the summit, where we again had amazing views of Half Dome (to our west this time) plus the Sierras and the previously unseen Merced River valley.

View from top of Clouds Rest II

View from top of Clouds Rest II

View from the top of CLouds Rest III

View from the top of Clouds Rest III

We fought off some bees as we ate our sandwiches at the summit, and enjoyed the windy views for a while before heading back down.

Me at the top of Clouds rest

Me at the top of Clouds Rest

Chuck at the top of Clouds Rest

Chuck at the top of Clouds Rest

As we descended, we passed a few more people making the trek out to Cloud’s Rest, and tried to give them encouragement to reach the top. (The summit, by the way, was only 6.1 miles from the trailhead according to our GPS, nearly a mile shorter then the most conservative sign claimed – bizarre!).

The pine-flanked trail on the way back...

The pine-flanked trail on the way back...

On our way down, I almost stepped on a chipmunk that Chuck spotted – it was upside down with hind legs sticking our of a hole on the trail, then it suddenly broke free and darted right past me to hide in a tree.

Gooey sap on tree trunk

Gooey sap on tree trunk

We made sure to stop for lots of pictures of the high sierra scenery on the return trip – topping out at over 9900 feet, this was our highest hike by about 500 feet over Lembert Dome.

High-Sierra scenery

High-Sierra scenery

We fortified ourselves with some beef jerky before the big ascent back to the trail junctions, and only stopped to let descending hikers pass as we trudged up our last big hill.

an alpine meadow

an alpine meadow

Moments later on the perilous (to my ankles) mile-long descent, I was actually surprised that I made it up that ascent with so few stops along the way. Certainly descending was faster than the steep climb up, but picking our way safely through the rocky switchbacks was still tiring going downhill.

A few wildflowers still blooming in the meadow

A few wildflowers still blooming in the meadow

Once we reached the bottom, we had only a few minor undulations and a tricky trail junction (I almost went the wrong way! GPS to the rescue) left, and we found our was back to the car triumphantly, happy with the twelve mile trek and our cloudless trip to Clouds Rest.

Rocky terrain and bendy trees

Rocky terrain and bendy trees

 

Yosemite Hike: Sentinel Dome and Taft Point September 14, 2009

Filed under: hiking,outdoors,Uncategorized,vacation — Amanda @ 12:44

Yosemite Flashback #4: Sentinel Dome, Taft Point, Glacier Point, September 19, 2008:

Yosemite Valley from Glacier Point

Yosemite Valley from Glacier Point

On our “rest day” between big hikes, we headed out to Glacier Point Road on the south side of Yosemite Valley to tackle Sentinel Dome and Taft Point, two small hikes starting at the same trailhead just a few miles away from Glacier Point. Since I was feeling kind of lazy and Sentinel Dome sounded like the harder of the two from our books, we did that one first.

First view of Sentinel Dome from the trail

First view of Sentinel Dome from the trail

From the trailhead, we followed the Sentinel Dome trail east through a lightly-forested ridge, the trail mostly flat or gently ascending. After about half a mile, we scampered across an exposed granite bank, then up through the pine-covered base as we walked around to the east of the dome.

Peek-a-boo! View fo Half Dome through the pine trees

Peek-a-boo! View fo Half Dome through the pine trees

Already enjoying good views of Half Dome to our right, we walked up to the Dome itself, finding spectacular views and a lot of wind at the summit.

The Sentinel Dome summit "trail"

The Sentinel Dome summit "trail"

Me climbing to the top of Sentinel Dome

Me climbing to the top of Sentinel Dome

From the top of Sentinel Dome, you get a 360 degree view of Yosemite and the Sierras; since the day was fairly clear, we got incredible glimpses of high peaks in the distance, and we had fun identifying the, using the circular brass plaque erected on the top of the dome. This was a great hike, probably with the biggest view-vs-effort payoff of any hike we did. We took lots of pictures (with Pandora!) at the top, then headed back down the trail to start on our other hike.

View from Sentinel Dome I

View from Sentinel Dome I

View from Sentinel Dome II

View from Sentinel Dome II

View from Sentinel Dome III

View from Sentinel Dome III

View from Sentinel Dome IV

View from Sentinel Dome IV

Me on Sentinel Dome

Me on Sentinel Dome

Pandora points the way to Taft Point

Pandora points the way to Taft Point

The trail to Taft Point was more forested than the one to Sentinel Dome, and it headed generally downhill until descending more sharply down a ridge to an exposed rocky outcrop.

Trail to Taft Point

Trail to Taft Point

Walking along the edge of the outcrop, we came to The Fissures, a set of cracks in the cliff that were large enough to climb (or fall!) into if we had been feeling especially brave or crazy. For all that our book describes them as “five vertical, parallel fractures”, I was somehow expecting them to be far more numerous or grand than they actually were.

View from near the Fissures

View from near the Fissures

Me on an outcropping near Taft Point

Me on an outcropping near Taft Point

We headed out to the little railed overlook (it seemed much scarier looking down, as the rock seemed to fall away underneath), then around to another outcropping just below the point, where we got to screech “Nevermore” at some ravens.

Nevermore!

Nevermore!

The view from Taft Point and and thereabout was nice, but compared to the spectacular panorama of Sentinel Dome it didn’t quite generate the same lelvel of excitement. After walking back to the car, we drove over to Glacier Point, stopping along the way for pictures at an overlook with views to the east and south.

Pandora peers to the southeast

Pandora peers to the southeast

Chuck takes in the view

Chuck takes in the view

Glacier Point was a Grand Canyon-like viewpoint with a mini-geology center, amphitheater and gift shop. The main destination is a railed-in section of cliff where you can gaze down all the features of the valley below.

View fo Yosemite Valley from Glacier Point

View of Yosemite Valley from Glacier Point

View of Clouds Rest from Glacier Point

View of Clouds Rest from Glacier Point

 

Little Italy Festa! October 19, 2008

Last weekend, we noticed that the street a block south of us was closed down on Saturday morning, and it looked like there were some chalk artists working there. Starting on Sunday morning, we noticed an ever-increasing stream of people walking down toward the drawings, and discovered that it was time for yet another Little Italy street festival – Festa!

Pre-Festa, we started out the morning well, with a delicious brunch of corned beef hash. We had already enjoyed three days of Reubens using our home-corned beef, and on Sunday we combined them with homemade hash browns for a super-easy and super-yummy corned beef hash.

By the time we made it to Festa in mid-afternoon, it seemed like every single person from the greater San Diego area was there – it was crowded! There were gigantic lines at all of the food booths, so even though the Philly CheeseSteak booth smelled really really good, we opted to save ourselves half an hour and skip it. The coolest thing we saw at Festa was a cooking demonstration by Nick Stellino, whose Mediterranean Flavors was one of the first cookbooks I owned (and is the source of my favorite baklava recipe!).

My other favorite part was the chalk drawings – all of the artists created images that were trying to capture the spirit of Italy:

After walking around for a little bit, we decided to escape the crowds and grab some gelato at Pappalecco before heading back home – yummy!

 

 
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