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On September 4, I rode in Will Bike 4 Food once again.  This was my 5th time participating in this fundraiser, and the 4th time I’ve actually done the ride.

I arrived at the event at 6:30am (just as the sun was starting to rise), got checked in, and had some food.  It was very slightly chilly (around 60 degrees), but considerably warmer than the day of last year’s ride.  I got going right at 7:00, and was able to start out in short sleeves, as I got warm enough from pedaling.  The route went north from Hatfield center, up through Whately and Deerfield, following the Connecticut River.  Along the way, a few other 100-mile riders passed me, including one person who was in the Bikefest ride the previous weekend.  He rode with me for a little while and we chatted.

In the north end of Deerfield the route went on the bike trail east to Montague, crossing the river on this bridge (click on pictures to view full size):

Here’s the view that morning, north, then south:
   

I then continued along the trail a couple of miles to downtown Turners Falls.  There I went back across the river into the town of Gill, and started doing some climbing.  Most of the climb was on a side road called “Mountain Road”, which lives up to the name.  That road then has a steep descent, requiring a lot of braking, before it joins back up with the main road.  A few more miles after that, and after curving north, I reached the Northfield Mount Hermon School, where the first water stop was set up, 1/4 of the way through the ride.  The table there was being staffed by some students from the school, and in addition to water, they had various donated food in a cooler, including sandwiches.  I ate an apple, and then put a granola bar and a sandwich in my bike bag to eat later.  The day was starting to get fairly warm, so I took off the long bike pants I was wearing, and put on sunscreen.

From there, the route continued north, with a bit of a jog west, into Northfield.  Just after the jog (which went through corners of Gill and Bernardston), I stopped by this pretty pond on route 142:

From there it was a few miles north to the Vermont border, and then I was riding through the town of Vernon.

I stopped for a rest in Vernon, near a cemetery:

   

I was getting a bit hungry, and ate a granola bar before continuing.  I headed up through the rest of Vernon, almost to the city of Brattleboro before the route turned west, and went on the one dirt road of the ride – Broad Brook Road.

Running along much of the road’s length is what I presume to be Broad Brook:

There was also a small side road that I was glad not to be following, as it looked like it really lives up to its name:

Once the climb was done, the road became paved, and went under I-91 and into Guilford center.  At that point the route started back south.  Shortly before re-entering Massachusetts, there’s a long pond – Weatherhead Hollow Pond – adjacent to the road.  Here’s a picture of its northern end:

I crossed into Leyden, MA, at about the 48-mile mark, and soon I was climbing a steep side road up to Leyden center, at the halfway point of the ride.  There I stopped at the town hall for a break, where I ate the sandwich I had grabbed earlier.  Here’s the town hall itself, as well as the church across the street:

   

A house next to the town hall had this important sign by the road:

As I finished the sandwich, some other WB4F riders emerged from behind town hall, and mentioned that there’s a cafe in the back of the building that was still open, with bathrooms and water and whatnot.  I had seen the cafe sign, and decided to go back there.  Turns out it’s run just on Sundays, and only certain parts of the year, by a few community members in Leyden.  They were happy to let me fill up my water bottles in the kitchen, and I also bought and consumed a blueberry scone.  The people staffing the place were impressed at meeting various people biking 100 miles that day.

After using the bathroom I was on my way again.  The next section of 10 miles or so featured alternating uphill and downhill bits, which went through parts of the towns of Colrain and Shelburne, and then a long downhill section took me into Greenfield, where I headed southward.  By this time it was quite hot outside – the high temperature was an unseasonal 91 Fahrenheit, so it was easy to get really thirsty.  I stopped at the edge of downtown and got a bottle of lemonade at a convenience store.  There had been a good bit of shade in the hilly towns, but I was more in the sun in Greenfield and to the south of there.

Riding south, I entered Deerfield, and rode past the historic preservation section, where there was a water stop just closing up.  They still had cold water to offer, so I accepted a bottle of that (and topped off my bike bottles).  Then a while after that I went through the town center just before passing into Whately.

Halfway down through Whately there was a rest stop by the town offices, as there had been last year.  I got some more cold water there, and ate a piece of watermelon.  After that, the route went more south, a ways into Hatfield, before turning west around mile 75.  I went for another climb (not too steep but a but long) into Williamsburg, then had a little downhill and uphill, followed by some flat riding by the Northampton reservoir, and then went further west (and up the last strenuous climb of the day) toward Williamsburg center.

A couple of miles before the town center was the last water stop of the day, staffed by a local troop of Frontier Girls (troop 210 from Florence, I think).  They also had drinks on ice, as had been the case at previous stops, so I enjoyed more cold water (and also had some crackers).

This was at mile 84, so I just had 16 miles left.  The remaining route took me to Williamsburg center, then went back southeast into Northampton, through Florence center there, and on the Noho rail trail for a bit before heading northeast into Hatfield.  I had hoped to get to the end of the ride at 4:00 or so, but by the time I got there it was 4:45 – the same time I finished last year.  The heat had made it necessary to take more shade and water breaks than I otherwise might have needed, so if it hadn’t been so hot, I possibly could have done better on time.

Nonetheless, it felt good to make it.  As mentioned in one of my live posts, I also hit my fundraising goal during the ride, and that evening, after getting home, I made my matching donation.  Thanks to everyone who gave!

 

Posted by seaking on 10-02-2017 at 11:10 pm
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Fest o’ Bikes 17

The weekend before I rode in Will Bike 4 Food, I rode a shorter route in the NCC Bikefest, as I have in several past years.  I again did the “metric century” ride (i.e. 100 kilometers, though this was longer – it was 73 miles, or about 117 km).

The route was slightly different than it was last year.  They had removed the really tough climb that was in the middle previously (at Bardwell’s Ferry), for which I was grateful.  They also made a change this year in that they no longer try to have all the riders on a given route begin at the same time.  There were suggested start times, but once a rider was checked in, the rider could leave whenever ready.  I ended up starting at 8:40, 5 minutes before the suggested time.

The ride headed west for a ways in Northampton, then headed northwest to Williamsburg center.  From there it climbed a long way up into Ashfield.  On the way there is this nice view in Conway (click for larger versions of photos):

   

Once we went through Ashfield center, it was almost all downhill to Shelburne Falls.  The first rest stop was at the Glacial Potholes again.

       

The rest stops on this ride were well stocked with donated baked goods (e.g. little muffins, apple and raspberry bars), as well as the typical packaged energy and granola bars.

From there the ride meandered through the town of Shelburne – a bunch of rural, hilly area.  On one road, there were some goats grazing just off to the side:

The took some interest in me, but I was not as interesting as the tall grass all around them.

There was more hill climbing here, including the steepest climb of the day, before a fast descent into Greenfield.  The second stop was in Greenfield by the entrance to the Franklin County fairgrounds.  Food there was similar to the first stop.

From there we climbed over a hill near downtown Greenfield, then headed into Turners Falls and along the bike path there.  At the end of the path, I stopped to photograph some swans hanging out in the Connecticut River:

   

There was another climb after that point, then the ride headed south through Montague and into Sunderland, where the third and final rest stop was located.  This one had more baked goods, but also a few different kinds of fresh fruit, including peaches.  I was excited to have a peach, as they are very refreshing when one is hot and sweaty (there had been bananas available at the other stops – they’re a staple of cycling events – but I don’t like them, myself).

After that, it was a fairly flat 17 miles through Whately and Hatfield to get back to the event beginning in Northampton.  I got there at 3:15, so my total time for 73 miles was 6 hours, 35 minutes.

Next: a full summary of the big century ride.

Posted by seaking on 09-27-2017 at 10:09 pm
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Traversing Massachusetts, Bicycling Gaily

I not only went on a bike trip for my birthday this year, I also went on another, longer one over Labor Day weekend.  I had already been thinking about doing a ride that weekend when it was announced that They Might Be Giants were going to be playing at a festival in the town of Newburyport, MA.  It seemed like going to see that concert would be a great plan, so that’s what I set out to do.

The trip was 4 days long.  Newburyport is in the northeastern corner of the state, about 125 miles from Holyoke, so it was too far for me to bike in one day.  The festival was scheduled to run all afternoon on that Saturday, with TMBG going on stage at 5:00pm.  I needed to cover most of the distance on the Friday, and then could just cover the last quarter of it on Saturday, getting to town in the early afternoon.

I headed out on that Friday morning around 9:30, traveling along US 202 to Belchertown.  I was technically riding on 202 North, but that section of it travels much more east than north.  Once in Belchertown center, I picked up route 9 and rode east into Ware.

On the way to ware, I stopped off at the Quabbin Reservoir, as I often have before.  Here’s what the water looked like that day:

(click on pictures to see larger versions)

In the area of mowed grass to the left of that photo, I saw what appeared to be a dog or coyote:

It was not moving at all.  It seemed to be a statue or a taxidermied animal.  I suspect that it’s there to try and scare off geese from that area.

I’m not sure how well this works, as I then rode across the Winsor Dam, and in another grassy area below the dam, I saw a flock of geese at rest, with another coyote statue a few dozen feet away from them.  They did not appear to be intimidated.

 

Once I passed through downtown Ware, I rode north through Gilbertville on route 32, then turned onto a side road to pick up the East Quabbin Land Trust’s section of the Mass Central Rail Trail.  I was a bit surprised by the nature of the trail at its southwest end, as it was basically an overgrown dirt trail through the woods.

After close to a mile, I reached a bridge over a creek, and the trail was a smoother, weed-free surface beyond that.  Here’s the bridge and the view from it:

   

There were 2 more similar bridges by the time I got to the end of the trail section (which altogether is about 3 miles long).  I got back on route 32 and headed up into the town of Barre, where I picked up route 122 and started east.  Shortly after that, I came to the western end of the Wachusett Greenway.  I’d been at that end of the trail once before, in 2013, and the westernmost piece of that trail had still been under development.  Back then the surface was a lot of gravel and loose rock, but this time it had the same smooth stone dust surface as the rest of the greenway.

Here is the bridge that begins the greenway in Barre, the Ware river, which it crosses, and the incline heading up from the bridge.

       

I was on this trail section for about 7 miles, then got off it near Rutland Center, to stop and have lunch.  I had a sandwich at a deli/store and spent about an hour off the bike.

From there, I rode east on 122A into Holden, then off on side streets to the West Boylston section of the Mass Central trail.  Beyond that I headed north into Sterling, and rode the section of trail there for the first time.  It’s not super long, but passes through some pretty areas, like this:

     

From Sterling, I went east into Clinton, where I picked up route 110.  I then followed 110 for most of the rest of the day of riding.

Shortly after leaving Clinton, I saw 2 different signs in 2 different towns (Lancaster and Bolton) that communicated the same warning:

   

The turtle in the first one looks kind of sad, but I’m not sure that’s intentional.

A ways later, I went through the little town of Harvard (nowhere near the university).  There’s a church there that looks like many New England churches:

but what I found interesting were these signs in front of the place:

After Harvard came the towns of Acton and Littleton.  Near the center of Littleton I saw a house being guarded by a huge chicken (plus a small sheep):

At this point it was starting to get dark.  I put my lights on, and rode through the towns of Westford and Chelmsford, into the city of Lowell, where I stayed the night at an AirBnB rental.  I got there at 8:30pm, and the total distance for the day was 95 miles.

 

On Saturday, I rode through downtown Lowell and across the Merrimack River, and then was able to ride a ways on a bike path that runs along the north bank.  Here is the trail, with a view of the river:

   

Once the trail ended, I was back on 110 to ride through Dracut and Methuen, and then I followed the river (no longer on 110) into Lawrence.  I crossed back to the south side of the river, and saw this interesting building:

I then headed east out of the city through North Andover, then passed through Boxford, and into Georgetown.  The route I picked was partly just what google maps had suggested, and it was interesting to pass through towns (such as the 2 just listed) that I had not heard of before.

From Georgetown, I headed northeast through Newbury and into Newburyport.  It was just before 1:30pm when I arrived there.  I headed downtown and found where the festival was taking place, by the river.  I got some lunch at one of the food tents, and ate while looking out at the river.

There were a lot of boats.

I was not especially interested in the bands playing in the middle of the afternoon, so I took a ride a few miles to the east to Plum Island.  On the way there, one passes a bunch of salt marshland by the river/estuary:

and there are a few houses along the road, including this one with a freestanding door in front of it:

The island itself (which one crosses a drawbridge to get to) is long in the north-south direction, but very narrow west-east, so I crossed in a few blocks to the far side, where there is a beach right on the Atlantic.

   

On the way to the island, I saw a number of other cyclists, and clearly some folks were visiting the beach by bike:

I was just at the beach for a few minutes, then biked back into town.  I was going to be staying in Newburyport that night, at another AirBnB place, and the check-in time was 3:00.  It was just 3 as I headed back, and so I went to the house to check-in, dump off my stuff, and get cleaned up.

Once everything was settled there, I walked the few blocks back to the festival, and started looking for a good spot to view the stage.  Unfortunately, the big grassy area in front of the stage was full of people who had put down lawn chairs and blankets and had been there all day.  I thought at first I would need to stand off to the side on one of the park sidewalks.  After a bit of looking, I found a spot among the blankets where there was a little space in front of a tree, so I could stand there without blocking people’s view.

Here is some of the crowd in the park:

      

In my tree location, I was still a bit of the way from the stage, but when TMBG actually came out at 5, John Flansburgh started urging the crowd to stand up and come forward toward the stage, and for people to pack up their chairs.  So, I was able to get a good deal closer to the stage.

The concert was fun, as TMBG usually are.  In addition to the usual 5 members of the group, they had trumpet player Curt Ramm there providing a small horn section on a handful of the songs.

Here’s Flans on stage, as well as a shot of John Linnell and drummer Marty Beller:

   

At one point, the band gathered at one corner of the stage, and Flans urged each person in the audience to take a selfie with the band.  Here’s how they stood:

and here’s my selfie:

Here are the songs they played, for the curious:

  • Damn Good Times
  • Birdhouse in Your Soul
  • The Guitar
  • When Will You Die
  • Can’t Keep Johnny Down
  • Everything Right Is Wrong Again
  • Ana Ng
  • Music Jail
  • James K. Polk
  • Older
  • Meet the Elements
  • Particle Man
  • Answer
  • Number Three
  • Letterbox
  • Let Me Tell You about My Operation
  • Fingertips
  • Dead
  • Dr. Worm
  • No One Knows My Plan
  • Istanbul (Not Constantinople)

Their set ended at 6:30, and I then walked around the downtown a bit to check things out and look for a place to eat.

Here are boats in the river as the sun went down:

   

I saw a large number of seagulls on a roof:

The place I ended up getting dinner was called Starboard Galley, and had this figure in their entryway:

The food was good – I had swordfish skewers (the fish was grilled with lemon pepper).

After dinner I headed back to my rented room and spent a while online and reading before bed.  Including the trip to Plum Island, I’d ridden 37 miles that day.

On Sunday morning, I was obsessively checking the weather, because rain was predicted for various parts of the state.  It looked like the rain might hold off until mid-afternoon, so I set out in cloudy, but dry, conditions a little after 9am feeling like most of the day would be without rain.

That turned out to be wrong.  It started to rain 90 minutes after I got going, when I was passing back through N. Andover.  I put my rain cover on the bike luggage, and put on a rain jacket, and got moving in the wet conditions.  The rain sometimes got lighter, and sometimes got heavy, but it remained rainy throughout the day.

My route took me back the way I had come on Saturday, until I got to Lowell.  I stopped for lunch there, which was a nice chance to be in a dry place, and then I headed southwest out of Lowell on the Bruce Freeman Rail Trail.  That trail runs mostly north-south, and will eventually connect a bunch of communities.  The section I was on is only complete through 3 municipalities, but it did carry me almost 7 miles.  While on the trail, I saw some deer ahead of me at one point.  I slowed down as I approached – one of them got off the trail but the other stood motionless on the trail edge until I was within 20 feet of it, and then it sprinted off into the woods.  Unfortunately, because of rain I don’t have any pictures from that day.

After the trail ended, I made my way through parts of Acton, Stow, and Bolton, heading toward Clinton.  It was a little ways after I got off route 117 in Bolton that I was unsure of where I needed to turn to go to downtown Clinton, and ended up taking a wrong turn (I was reticent to check the route on my phone because it was still raining).  I did end up in Clinton where I wanted to be, but only after going a few miles out of my way.

From there, I went south through West Boylston, and headed down into Worcester.  I was later than expected, but I got to my destination, a friend’s house, shortly before dark. Distance for Sunday was 72 wet miles.

As it turned out, even though the rain cover kept a lot of the falling water off of my baggage, water splashing up from the wheels had gotten into portions of the bags (the rain cover is from a past set of bags, so does not quite fit these snugly).  Most of my clothing ended up wet.  In this case, it was really good that I was staying with a friend, as I was able to put the clothes in his dryer.  After I got a shower, we had a nice relaxing evening.

The next day, Labor Day, was nice and sunny.  I got on the road at 10am, and headed west through the town of Holden, then into Paxton, which I had not been in before.

In Paxton is this pond called Browning Pond:

   

 

From there I went through Oakham and New Braintree, back into Gilbertville.  The road I took down into Gilbertville has this nice river view:

I headed back south on route 32 into Ware, and stopped for lunch (a lobster roll and sweet potato fries).  This sign greets one at Ware’s western town line:

Back to the valley where I live.  From Ware, my ride was exactly the reverse of Friday morning.  I got home just after 4:30pm.  Monday’s distance was 55 miles, so my total riding for the weekend was about 260 miles.  Easily the longest bike trip I’ve done.

Posted by seaking on 09-23-2017 at 08:09 pm
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A Bear in Connecticut

In mid-July I went for a ride down to Connecticut, riding on the Farmington Canal Heritage trail.  I’d done the ride twice before, and mostly saw the same sights I photographed the first time.  Hence, I didn’t take many pictures this time.  Like the last time I did it, I rode all the way from our house in Holyoke to Westfield, where the trail begins, and then followed it all the way to Farmington.

I ate lunch there (at this place again), and then headed back.  Overall the ride had been pretty uneventful, but when I was passing back north through the town of Simsbury, a cyclist ahead of me came to a stop, and then I noticed something on the trail quite a ways ahead.  At first I thought it was a large dog, but then realized it was something else:

   

It was a black bear.  As you can see, it was holding up bike traffic in both directions.  I moved forward slowly, and the bear started to move away (that far cyclist backed off to give it room).  After a bit of this, the bear turned off and headed into the woods, and I was able to continue toward home.

When I had just gotten back into the Holyoke city limit, I was climbing a hill, and found a snake lying on the side of the road.  It did not move at all as I took pictures of it, so I suspect it was dead, though there was no obvious trauma to it (and it was far enough to the side of the road that I’m not sure a car would have run over it).

   

I got home without incident, completing what was then my longest riding day of the year (88 miles, just a bit longer than the day I rode up to NH).

Posted by seaking on 09-20-2017 at 11:09 pm
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On Top of Monadnock

I turned 45 in June, and, as I had done when I turned 40, I celebrated with a long weekend bike trip.  In this case, I headed north (and a bit east) into New Hampshire, where I intended to hike Mt. Monadnock, which I’d been meaning to do for several years.

I started the trip on Friday, biking through South Hadley, Hadley, Amherst, and Leverett, and then stopped for lunch in Montague (at the cafe at the Book Mill).  From Montague Center I rode up to Turner’s Falls and then into the town of Gill, and just as I passed into Northfield, Mass, it began to rain lightly.  Fortunately, I’d brought a rain cover for my bike luggage, so I was able to keep the stuff dry while I rode through Northfield.  When it started to rain a little harder, I took shelter briefly at a bank drive-through lane.  I only had to wait 10 minutes, and then it lightened up.  Soon, as I was about to cross the state line into NH, the rain stopped completely.

What was interesting was that, in NH, the ground was much wetter than in MA.  It had clearly rained more there, but by the time I got up there the sun was out and the moisture had started steaming off of the road surface.  I rode on (along route 10) through the town of Winchester, and eventually the ground dried up.

At one point I stopped to rest by this pond/wide piece of river (click on pictures to enlarge):

    

I continued north through West Swanzey, and on into Keene.  I had intended to pick up a bike trail in W. Swanzey, but did not find it (turned out later that I had incorrectly remembered which direction it lay from the main road).  I eventually found the trail just after getting in to Keene, and followed it to downtown, where I had dinner.

After dinner, I headed southeast, toward the town of Rindge, where I would be staying the night.  It took a bit longer than I’d expected, and I was feeling fairly tired.  I did cross a few nice looking streams/rivers, or perhaps the same one multiple times, as I rode down route 12.  They all looked similar to this:

It was after dark by the time I reached Rindge, but I’d brought lights, and so was prepared.  I had booked to stay 2 nights at an AirBnB place, which had the advantage of having a couple of cats.  The long-haired one was more friendly and approachable, while the other one only showed up after I’d been there a while, and he crept very cautiously into my room:

   

When I went to bed, I left the door cracked open in case a cat would want to visit during the night.  As far as I’m aware, that did not happen.

The next day, I biked down to a nearby diner for breakfast.  The house where I was staying was right on a trail through the woods, so I did not have to ride on the road.

The trail was a bit rough in spots – it’s an old railroad line, and there as a section that still had ties in place (I walked the bike over those).

After breakfast, I biked up to Monadnock State Park and met up with my friend David.  We started up the mountain, as he told me that it’s a very popular hike, despite being pretty strenuous.  I had not realized how strenuous, but it does go upward more than it goes laterally (i.e. the slope is greater than 1).

The mountain is very forested, so it was quite a while before we had any kind of view.  Once we did, it was pretty cool.

   

We were about 2/3 of the way to the summit at that point, I believe.  The summit itself is mostly devoid of vegetation.  Here’s a view from the top:

And then standing a little lower, looking up at the summit:

As mentioned, it’s a popular spot.  We hung out up there for about half an hour, then went down by a slightly different trail.  I had not brought quite enough water for the hike, as it turned out, so I was rationing myself as we went back down.  Once we got back to the bottom I drank a whole bunch from a faucet by the bathrooms.

After recovering a bit, we parted ways, and I biked back into Rindge.  I took a shower and then got some dinner, and ended up going to sleep somewhat early (funny how doing a 5+ hour mountain hike the day after 85 miles of cycling will wear you out).

The next day I had breakfast at the same diner, then packed up and started heading for home.  I went by a different route, traveling west from Rindge into Fitzwilliam, then south into Royalston, MA.  Unfortunately, what was not included in the route I’d mapped was a bridge under construction soon after getting into MA, which necessitated taking a 4 or 5 mile detour which had a bunch of up and down riding.  At least it was still morning, and so not too hot yet (though that day ended up getting into the mid-nineties).

From Royalston I kept going south until I reached Athol, then I rode on Mass Routes 2A and 2 west through several towns (Orange, Erving, Northfield, Gill), until I got to Turner’s Falls, and I then mostly retraced my path from Friday (though passing through Sunderland instead of Leverett).

On the way through Montague Center, I stopped to check e-mail, and while stopped, I noticed something familiar looking at the front of a residential property:

I went closer to see if this was actually what I thought it was.  It was, indeed, a facsimile of a certain British Police Call box.

It lacks a bunch of details, but maybe it’s trying to look unassuming…

 

The rest of the ride was fairly uneventful, but much of the day I’d had to stop for shade breaks because it was so hot.  So the riding took longer than I’d expected, even though I was only traveling about 65 miles.  I met up with others in Hadley for ice cream (at Flayvors of Cook Farm), as part of a joint birthday celebration for 2 of us, and because of the late hour and the heat, my bike and I got a car ride home.

Posted by seaking on 09-19-2017 at 10:09 pm
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Forest in the City

The first weekend in June this year, I went on my first 50-mile ride of the year.  Much of the route was roads I’d ridden on before.  I rode from Holyoke east into Chicopee, then south through Ludlow and a bit of Springfield into Wilbraham.  I then went southwest to East Longmeadow, rode the Redstone Trail again, and then made my way due west into the town of Longmeadow.

I had not biked through Longmeadow this way before, but my objective was to head to a part of Springfield that I hadn’t previously visited.  Heading north into Springfield, I rode into Forest Park.  I’ve known about this large park in the city for years, but only finally got around to visiting.

I didn’t ride through all of the park – mostly the western section.  There I found a large pond:

   

The pond, as you might expect, attracts waterfowl:

   

Apparently that one goose prefers the company of ducks to that of its own species.  Birds, like humans, have different orientations, it would seem.

I passed by the old carriage house that is now used as an event space, and walked up a little hill to view the fancy mausoleum of the Barney family.

   

It’s fenced in, so the general public can’t climb all over it (or to keep people from defacing it, I suppose).

I exited the north side of the park and went to have a burrito for lunch.  I then, as a couple times in the past, rode up Springfield’s riverside bikeway, though that path currently has a discontinuity.  The portion of it that traveled on a bridge over railroad tracks is closed and under construction – part of the larger reconstruction being done on Interstate 91.  So I had to ride on downtown streets for a ways, then go back to the path.

After reaching the northern end of the bikeway, I headed through Chicopee and back to home.

Next: a weekend bike trip to another state.

Posted by seaking on 09-16-2017 at 11:09 pm
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Stanley, I Presume

Back in April, I went for a 26-mile bike ride, which is a typical length for the early to mid-Spring as I get back in cycling shape.  I rode to Westfield, Mass to check out Stanley Park, which I’d heard about but had never visited.

I entered the park on the South side, at a sort-of “back entrance”.  There was a small parking lot there, which featured the entrance to hiking trails in a wooded area.  The trail just looked like a little dirt road at first, but then became more of a traditional hiking trail further along (click on images to view larger).

  

The trail I hiked mostly followed the Little River, which flows along the southern part of the park.  There are a number of nice views of the water, such as this:

I did not see a lot of wildlife, but did catch sight of this snake, just after I heard it slither off the trail into the groundcover:

At one point, the trail I was on crossed a tributary stream, doing so on a floating bridge:

There was a sign dedicating that bridge:

I walked through the trails for about 90 minutes, before getting back to my bike.  I then ended up walking the bike through other parts of the park, such as past a duck pond:

which had a swan in it, as well as ducks.  There were also various kinds of geese around, including these white ones:

Near the pond are a couple of small, old structures, like this one with a water wheel:

As I moved past here toward the front of the park, I passed through a couple of the garden areas, including the Asian Garden (named for the structures erected more than the plant life).

Near those gardens, along the front side of the park, were a series of athletic fields and picnic areas.  For a park in a somewhat urban area, it was not only larger than I expected, but surprisingly diverse in the types of terrain and facilities.

Posted by seaking on 09-14-2017 at 09:09 pm
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Another Year, Another Century

Once again, I’m participating in Will Bike 4 Food, the bicycle ride that raises money for the Food Bank of Western Massachusetts and its mission of fighting hunger. My goal is to raise $1000 in donations, and I plan to match that amount just as I did last time.  If $1000 is donated by others to the Food Bank, I’ll donate another $1000 myself.

This year the event takes place on September 24, and, as before, I’ll be riding the 100-mile route.  That route is the same path as last year, so my hope is to finish in less time than last year.  Think I can do it in 9 hours flat?  Stay tuned to this space to find out.  I’ll post live from the ride at least a few times, and in the next couple of weeks I’ll recount the long rides I’ve done this summer that have helped me train.

Donations can be made online at this page, or you can contact me to donate offline.  Thanks for supporting an important cause!

 

 

Posted by seaking on 09-09-2017 at 10:09 pm
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Broken Records

The post title does not refer to cracked or skipping vinyl discs, but to my fundraising ride this past weekend doing better than previous rides in 2 respects.

First off, the fundraising: people donated more to this ride than in any of the other five times I’ve asked for such donations (2007 and 2009 for the National MS Society, and 2011-2013 for the Food Bank). All the donations from others came to $1450.  With the $1000 I contributed myself, that’s $2450 in total.  An e-mail that was sent out today says the whole event brought in over $114,000 in contributions.  It feels great that the organization is getting so much!  Thank you again to everyone who donated.

The other record, as referenced in my live posts from Sunday, is that I rode 100 miles in less time than ever before.  My previous best time for this distance was 10 hours and 30 minutes (which was, interestingly, how long it took me the first time I ever did a century ride, in 2011).

This ride started out chilly, as the temperature was in the 40s when I showed up at the start.  It started and ended at the Lions’ Club Pavilion in Hatfield, which is in the town center.  I had driven there with the bike, arriving about 6:30am, and then got checked in and had some of the provided breakfast (a bagel with cream cheese and a sweet roll).  Some signage, etc. was still being set up as I prepared to get going.

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The official start time for the 100-mile route was 7:00, and while riders on that route could start whenever they were ready, I ended up getting going right at 7.  The sun had just come up, but there was fog to be seen in some places.  The route went north through Whately, where I saw a rabbit and some chipmunks on the side of the road who seemed surprised that humans were passing by so early.  I then passed into Deerfield, continuing north along the Connecticut River.  Just after entering that town I passed into pretty heavy fog.  Fortunately traffic was very light.

In the north part of Deerfield, the route went onto a bike trail, crossing the river into Montague.  We followed the trail all the way into the Turner’s Falls section of town, and then exited up onto the road just in time to cross the CT River again into the town of Gill.  I stopped to use a bathroom just before crossing the river here.  Once in Gill, the route climbed a sizeable hill, at the same time that it went onto a road I’d never been on (called, appropriately, Mountain Road).  This climb was not too bad – I was able to make it to the top without stopping, and then the downhill portion was mostly nice, except that it had a really tight S-curve on the steepest part.  I had to really lay on the brakes and creep around the curves, for fear of losing control otherwise.  I did stop briefly before reaching the bottom, just to get rid of my momentum and proceed slowly until the road became fairly straight.

Once that hill came to an end, I turned back onto the main road in Gill (named Main Road, in fact) and passed through the center of town, then north past the Northfield-Mt. Hermon School, an old private boarding school up there in the countryside.  The route took a couple of turns before continuing north, and seemed to go through small pieces of various towns.  In order, I traveled in Gill, Northfield, Gill, Bernardston, Gill, and Northfield.  I was then heading north in Northfield (on route 142) for a little while, until I reached the Vermont state line.

The route went through the whole south-north length of the town of Vernon, VT – about 6 miles’ up from Massachusetts.  I stopped for a rest some of the way through, and took these pictures of the distant hills (click on pictures to view full size):

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Eventually, just before the route turned west, I came upon the first water stop of the ride.  It was operated by volunteers from a local grocery store, and they had bottles of water and granola bars on offer.

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On reaching this stop, I’d gone 39 miles, and it was just about 10:30am.  At a few points during the morning, I’d been passed by other cyclists.  A group of 3 of them went by me just before this stop, and they left the stop pretty quickly.  At that point, I think I was probably the furthest behind of the century riders (fortunately it was not a race).

After leaving that stop, the route turned west onto a dirt road that went uphill.  I’m not fond of riding on dirt or gravel, but this was a very pretty section.  At one point there was a little bridge over a creek.  Here are views over each side of the bridge:

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Once I got to the top of the hill, the road became paved, and then headed under I-91 into the town of Guilford.  The ride started to head southwest at this point, then went south.  This is where various hill climbing began to happen.  A lot of it was gradual, but I was climbing much of the time.  The route passed back into Massachusetts at mile 48, and then soon turned onto another dirt road.  This one climbed a hill like the previous one, and on this hill I passed the halfway point of the ride.  The dirt ended as I got into the Leyden town center.  There was a cyclist at the Leyden town hall working on his bike, and a little while later, he caught up to me, and we rode together for a while.  The route had a bit of downhill, but mostly more climbing as we went west into the town of Colrain, then headed south some more.

This fellow cyclist was also on the 100-mile ride, and had gotten a flat on the second dirt road.  He also said his wheel rim had gotten slightly bent.  As we conversed, it turned out that we both work in different health care facilities in Holyoke, which use the same medical record software, so a bunch of discussion centered on that.  He got a bit ahead of me as we went (most long-distance riders seem to be better hill climbers than me), but on a flat road I heard a loud “pop” from his bike, and we stopped.  It turned out his tube had blown out.  He didn’t have another spare tube, and I offered that he could try the one I had, but my tires were wider than his, so it wasn’t clear it would work.  Before he made an attempt to use the tube, though, a support vehicle drove up, and the volunteers in it offered a couple of tubes, one of which seemed to be the correct size.  Since he had other people looking out for him at that point, I continued on.

Soon the last of the climbing was over, and I started heading downhill, out of Colrain into the town of Shelburne.  This was a long downhill section, covering 4 or 5 miles (and it allowed me to make up time after the slow climbing).  Before 1:00 I was in Greenfield, riding on a short bike path.  The riding was fairly flat there, and I ended up on routes 5 and 10 heading south into Deerfield.  At this point I started to pass, and be passed by, riders on the 50-mile route.  Their route coincided with the rest of the 100 from that point.  We passed through Historic Deerfield, followed the Deerfield river a bit, then went through Deerfield Center, before heading south into Whately.

By the Whately town offices, I finally came upon a second water stop.  This one seemed to be staffed by a group of high school students, and they were offering chips and peanut butter sandwiches in addition to bars, water, and energy drinks.  I took a sizable break here, which was at about the 74 mile mark.  One thing that was odd at this stop was the lack of any Will Bike 4 Food signage, and in fact, once I got going again, I came upon another stop 2 miles later that did have such signage.  I didn’t stop there since I just had done so.

The ride entered Hatfield again, and then veered off west into Williamsburg.  This involved some more climbing, and I could feel myself having a harder time of it.  I did make it up the first hill, then had a gentle downhill ride past a reservoir, and then another bunch of climbing to a final water stop.  I was just there briefly, then went downhill into Williamsburg Center.  From there, the route turned back east, traveling into the Leeds section of Northampton, and then the Florence section of Noho.  Shortly after entering Florence, I came upon a pair of cyclists (not affiliated with the Food Bank ride) stopped on the side of the road, and they were pointing back the way I had come.  I stopped by them, and asked what they were pointing at.  They said I should turn around and look.  I did, and saw that I had just passed by a bear on someone’s lawn!  It was a smallish black bear, and it was foraging around the base of a tree and ignoring us.  I took some pictures, in which you can mostly just see a dark shape in the center:

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I really did not want to get closer to try and get better pictures, so you’ll have to trust me – that’s a bear.

This was at mile 94, so I was in the home stretch.  I rode northeast from there, back up into Hatfield, and eventually made my way back to the Lions’ pavilion.  I got there and finished the ride at 4:45pm.  I checked back in and had some dinner before they started to put away the food (the after-party ended at 5pm).

The booths and decorations were mostly taken down by 5:00:

wb4f-teardown1  wb4f-teardown2

(that’s my bike leaning against the column)

Having eaten, I packed my bike and stuff back into the car to head home.  The final tally of miles for the day:

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100.79 (couldn’t get my phone to focus on the odometer).

Thanks again for those who donated – your support gave me some of the inspiration I needed to finish in record time.

Posted by seaking on 09-30-2016 at 10:09 pm
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9 hours and 45 minutes!

The title says it all.  I just finished the ride and checked in.  Thanks everyone for your encouragement!

I’m going to eat some food now.

Posted by seaking on 09-25-2016 at 04:09 pm
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