Showing posts with label Hot Air Balloons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hot Air Balloons. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Conquering the Continental Divide!


Today's Ride - 61.2 miles

So yesterday was a rest day and it was the first time any one of us had ever been up in a hot air balloon.  For Amy it was a lifelong dream come true.  There was one brief moment when we weren't sure it was going to happen simply because we kept having communication problems with Mike (the captain/operator) from Rocky Mountain Balloon Adventures.  It was a great experience!  We got to help set up the balloon (or envelope as its called) with Sarah holding up one side and me the other as the giant fans filed it with air.  We then had an incredibly magical half hour flight and then we switched off with the other passengers and became part of the chase team.  After the others landed we helped pack up the basket and envelope and headed back for a champagne celebration.  Here are just a few photos of us enjoying our very first ballooning experience;





After that it was time to meet with Jim at the Pagosa Springs Sun and to pose for a photo at the bell tower.  We then went in search of lunch at a local whole foods market before heading off to The Springs to take advantage of the free passes that were donated to us by that generous establishment.  After the harrowing ride days I'd had it was a welcome luxury to sit in the hot sprigns and feel the tension melt away.  Then back to the hotel for an early dinner and some minor bike adjustments before hitting the sack early.

What I didn't mention is the fact finding mission I was on all day today as well.  We stopped at both bike shops in town and asked if we could put some brochures up as well as ask advice about the ride to Wolf Creek Pass.  According to the Rocky Mountain Cycling Club this is the 16th hardest climb in the state (and they have some biggies - Mt. Evans and Pike's Peak to name a few) so I wanted to get all the info I could.  Remember, being from Long Island we don't really have any big climbs!

What I found out is that it would go from about 7,900 feet to over 10,900 feet in eight miles with an average gradient of 8% and shooting up to 11 and 12% in places.  AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!  So my plan was to get a good night's sleep and hit it early!

The day started out incredibly well and I hydrated and fueled up at Treasure Falls, which I think must have the most chipmunks per square foot than any other place I've ever been.  Then it was time to climb.  I put it into my lowest gear, tunred on the tunes and settled in to just keep spinning the crankset.  I made it up the first mile to the scenic overlook and took just a moment to appreciate the beauty of the valley before I settled in for the last seven miles.

As I was starting to climb up I saw a semi trailer coming down and I could hear the low gears working hard to gear down.  It was also smoking from the breaks like crazy and there was an escape ramp right there.  I was really surprised that the driver didn't stop and considering the climb I had just done I had a really bad feeling in my stomach.  It was about three minutes later when I heard a load thud and the sound of metal sliding on asphalt.  As I headed over to the side to look down the mountain I already knew what I would see - the semi trailer was lying on its side right where the first switchback started.  All I could think of was my brother David and how he had died in a semi trailer accident.

I didn't see any flames, so I knew that if the driver was alive he could be pulled out by all the people who had stopped and were approaching the cab.  As I continued to watch a Highway Patrol car appeared and I knew that if anyone could do anything, that officer probably could so I reluctantly pulled myself away from the scene and began to tackle the mountain in earnest.

What can I say?  It was simply grinding it out.  I had started the day in a long sleeve jersey and long fingered gloves and as I went along I had to unzip and change into my regular cycling gloves.  And still I kept climbing.  I had left the handlebar bag and frame pump in the van - getting rid of anything that would make the load heavier - and I had taken energy gels and chews with me - I was caffeinated and climbing!

I saw beautiful ponds, gorgeously bubbling mountain streams, some deer running through the trees - and still I climbed.  The sun was rising and heating up the mountain around me - and still I climbed.  And before I knew it I was there - the summit was before me along with a large parking area and a historical marker display!

There was also a trucker parked there so I knocked on his door to see if I could find out about the driver of the rig below.  Thinking again of David, I was afraid of the answer he might give.  Unfortunately, he had been parked there since 1 AM (I had woken him up) and he didn't know anything about the accident.  But I did manage to find a few drivers who told me they saw the driver talking to the High way Patrol, so I knew he was okay, if just a bit banged up and shaky.

It was then that I noticed another cyclist pulling in who had also decided to tackle the Wolf Creek Pass challenge!  He told me he had seen me ahead and had tried to catch me but he just wasn't as acclimated to the altitude.  Thank God for all that earlier climbing, it had gotten my lungs used to it.  I looked at his rather expensive (and probably incredibly light) road bike and I felt very good about the fact that I was able to stay ahead - never mind th efact that he probably left Pagosa Springs 30 minutes after me and only arrived at the Summit ten minutes after me!

He and I spoke for almost a half an hour.  His name is David and he is from England and currently lives in Flagstaff, AZ.  We talked about roads and riding and why I was doing my cross country ride.  He even took a photo of the http://www.connorsarmy.org/ on my sleeve so he could go online and check out my site.  If you're reading this David, thank you for the companionship and the good advice.  I hope your ride down was pleasant and that you got back to PS in time to have some great times with your kids.  And I only just know made the connection that on the whole climb up I was thinking about David and it turns out there was a David right behind me the entire time.

What goes up must come down and I knew from my elevation chart that for most of the rest of my journey I would either be descending or I would be on a fairly flat surface - woohoo!!!!  Now let the fun begin! 

Because I know my wife will most likely read this at some point, I won't tell you what my top speed on the descent was - suffice it to say that if I were driving this fast in my car thorugh most any township on Long Island I would be getting a ticket for going 15 - 20 miles over the speed limit.  I passed through an avalanche snow shed and through a tunnel - that was so incredibly cool!!!!!  I was speeding along at the speed of a car through a tunnel!

The rest of the ride was spent in joyous delight as I maintained an average speed of 20 mph.  Before I knew it I was in Del Norte, CO and I was at the door of La Casita Bonita (the pretty little house) which is part of The Organic Peddlar complex!  And it was only 10:45 in the morning!  So I got the keys to the cottage, bought some soda and chips and sat out on the porch in a rocking chair to await the arrival of my family.  An hour later they arrived (they stopped at Treasure Falls and the Continental Divide) and we jointly decided to just use this as a chill out day.  We had lunch at The Peace of Art Cafe (where I sampled one of the local brews to celebrate my conquering/survival of Wolf Creek Pass, we chilled in the cottage and rad , then Amy made a fantastic dinner of steak and corn in the kitchen which we all enjoyed.

And now it is time for bed to get ready for my 60 mile ride across the valley to Fort Garland - where Kit Carson once served.  But for a little of what I've been seeing during this sojourn in the Colorado mountains, here is a video of me at the Continental Divide.  Expect more video soon!


And the report for the day;

FFR - 1 Deer, 2 Birds of indeterminate species, 1 skunk, 1 rabbit, 1 squirrel , 1 mouse
RRL - Nothing of note

Stay well and I'll update more from the road!

For another perspective on our journey check out Amy's blog at http://www.crosscountrymama.blogspot.com//
To help us get the kids to Sunrise go to https://www.wizevents.com/register/register_add.php?sessid=1809&id=1056
Check out our website at http://www.connorsarmy.org/

Monday, July 9, 2012

Plodding (and Pouring) My Way to Pagosa Springs

Pagosa Springs

Today's Distance - 106 Miles

Yesterday my family and I enjoyed a rest day in a place I've wanted to visitn since I was 13-years-old - Mesa Verde, CO.  More specifically, the Cliff Palace of the Anasazi (see picture at top of Saturday's post).  We had a great time on the bus tour, as we went to Spruce House and then Cliff Palace.  Sarah and the boys have decided they want to build a kiva in the back yard.  Of course, how they plan on working around that big French drain in the middle of the yard, I have no idea!

The day started out really beautifully.  Amy and I woke up very early and she drove me the ten (very winding) miles down the side of the Mesa to the five mile mark so I could pretty much begin where I would have left off.  As we got into the car and pulled away from our hotel we saw three young male deer (or possibly elk) crossing the parking lot.  They just looked at us very nonplussedly and continued on their way.  We then made our way down the Mesa enjoying the quiet early morning and the views of the sun coming up over the mountains.  I made all my preparations and Amy filmed a bit for the dcocumentary as I climbed my way out of the final small valley and prepared to bomb down hill for four miles of 6% descent!  With the sun coming up on my right and the chill of the early morning it was heaven!

Eventually I hit level ground and it was time to pedal my way towards Pagosa Springs.  I was hoping to get there by 2:30 so I could meet with Jim McQuiggin who wanted to take a picture and do a follow up interview for the local paper, the Pagosa Springs Sun.  Despite the fact that we had just had a rest day, we are having another tomorrow because one of the big things Pagosa Springs is known for is Hot Air Ballooning.  Why Hot Air Balloons?  Let's go back in time thirteen years and three weeks.

My wife and had been plagued by unexplained infertility and after three years of trying we were finally pregnant.  It was coming to the end of my second year of teaching and one morning, instead of waking me up to make the long drive out to Syosset, NY (we were still living in Manhattan at the time) my wife woke me up to inform me that she needed me to go the nearest Duane Reade and pick up some supplies for her as she was in labor and we needed to go to Mt. Sinai Hospital.  "Whaaaaaaaaattttt?!?!", I shouted, "how long have you been in labor?"  "About two hours," she replied.  So I rushed out, got the supplies, we got everything ready and we caught a cab with a nice driver by the name of Solomon (a wise cabby in NY has its perks).  He got us there in no time flat and as I was paying him I noticed my lovely bride was wandering across the street!  Despite the fact she had been in labor for hours now she was drawn by something in the park.  That something turned out to be a hot air balloon that was being inflated in Central Park as part of a promotion.  It was then that I discovered her fascination with hot air balloons and her burning passion to have the chance to fly in one.  If they would have allowed her, she would have gone then and there.  Fortunately for all involved (Sarah not the least) it wasn't really a possibility.

So fast forward thirteen years and a few weeks and Amy is going to get the chance to do that tomorrow.  We've confirmed the ride with the operator and as I was riding today much of what I thought about was how happy she's going to be when she finally gets to lift off tomorrow.

Most of the ride today was just a blur.  It was hot, it was hilly (but no major elevation changes) and at one point someone in the division of signs screwed up because just when I thought I had 15 miles to go it turned out I had 35 to go - talk about being a bit put out!!!!!  But I just sucked down some energy gel and I kept on going.  Once the caffeine kicked in I was good to go, only my sore bottom gave me any trouble.

Eventually I got to within ten miles of Pagosa Springs and I could see some rather ominous clouds looming in the distance.  It was my hope that perhaps I could beat them since it seemed as if the wind would blow them away from me.  And then the wind shifted and it was pretty clear they were going to intersect with me about the time I hit Pagosa Springs.  It was time to time trial again!  So I dug in and started pedaling for all I was worth.  It was then I saw my saviours in their black van swoop over the horizon.  I quickly refueled and Amy told me I was only 10.8 miles away from the hotel - I could do this!  And the race was on!

Since there was lightening flashing in those ominous looking clouds Amy decided she would leap frong me in case I needed to jump in the van to avoid becoming what Sarah has dubbed "Deep Fried Daddy".  Every time she would leap ahead, I would pull up and she would give me the new mileage, "6 miles, 4.2 miles, 3.5 miles, 2 miles" and then the skies opened up just as I hit the top of the last decline that would take me into town.  At that point I was already soaked and stopping to get in the van didn't make much sense so I decided to just keep riding in the rain down the busy road and hope I wouldn't lose control, slide into the road and get squished by a semi truck.

Well, as you can see I survived.  Amy was flipping out following behind me and watching me careen down the road in the pouring rain (I could barely see to tell you the truth), with semis only three feet away but just as I got to the bottom of the decline the rain started to let up.  I was soaked but I decided to call on Jim at the Sun office just in case I could catch him.  It turned out I had just missed him.  After waiting around for the rain to finish I headed off to the hotel to shower and dry off.  We rescheduled the interview/photo shoot for tomorrow after the balloon ride and with any luck it will bring another donation or two to Sunrise!

And now after a well deserved meal, it is time to get some shut eye before the great balloon ride!  (Oh, and as this is being finished way after the actual day, here is a link to the article that was done from the follow up interview http://www.pagosasun.com/latest_photos/cyclist.html)

And the report for the day;
FFR - 14 Deer, 12 Birds of indeterminate species, 1 skunk, 1 rabbit, 1 squirrel
RRL - 1 cooler, 6 cooler lids

Stay well and I'll update more from the road!

For another perspective on our journey check out Amy's blog at http://www.crosscountrymama.blogspot.com//
To help us get the kids to Sunrise go to https://www.wizevents.com/register/register_add.php?sessid=1809&id=1056
Check out our website at http://www.connorsarmy.org/