Loops versus Out-and-backs

A litany of small things and a big one

I delighted in taking a different route home from yesterday's trip than planned; I consider more variety more better in almost every circumstance, and trip routes are no different, though I'd been lazy and figured I'd just go back the same way by default. Even better, a route with the same ratio of multi-use path as yesterday's ride presented itself! The campground I was at was right where the Crown Zellerbach trail which I took for the last half of yesterday's ride met up with the the Banks-Vernonia trail, so I decided last night that I would go the "other way" home. The distance is about the same, but without the brutal climbs, and almost no dirt/gravel. In the cool light of morning, that plan continued to jive with the rained-all-night-and-until-I-finished-packing-up-my-tent hors d'oeuvres which left me worried about some of the steeps I'd intended to ride today if I returned via the CZ trail.

Ate at a diner in town, 3 blocks from the campground, and took my time hoping for the rain to let up. It didn't really, so I headed back and packed up, doing as much as possible in my tent - which thankfully stayed waterproof despite a pretty steady overnight rain! But then I had to take down the tent and it was still raining, so I just packed it up wet since I knew I'd get home later today where I could dry it out easily.

The ride started out well, with the first 15 miles being rather pretty, fairly quiet (the path went away from the highway for awhile), and a bit damp. But then my crotch started hurting - no big deal, I thought, my butt hurts sometimes too and I just keep riding and this, too, shall pass. What wouldn't pass was the more populated roads that started to border the trail, as I was returning to civilization ready or not.

After limping into Banks with increasing soreness, I had gas station lunch and then headed dutifully onwards on my original 55-mile planned route.. About 2 miles in, the pain had come back, so I decided to change pants in case these new pants were causing the problem. Pants swapped on the muddy roadside with only minimal hassle and 0 surprise drive by flashings (road was pretty rural). But, the pain persisted. So I rerouted into the next suburb's downtown, which was still probably 10 miles away, to catch a train for as much of the rest of the way home as I wanted to. How much? TBD on how I felt by the time I got there, which was "ok" to good (with some time out of the saddle - the time I was on the train).

So, took the train to the top of the hill, avoiding 12 or so miles of suburban riding and a big climb to the zoo, but zoomed down on my bike, and headed home with relative ease.

All of the time I rode today, I was thinking about all the things this trip has left me to follow up on, so here's a list of all the things I'll need to deal with ASAP:

done already!



But first, a cup of chocolate milk, my favorite recovery drink!

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