Yeah, yeah. I skipped another week of writing last week. I’ve already been scolded by a couple people so I’m going to redouble my efforts to be more dedicated. It’s not that I didn’t ride. I just found myself with very little time to sit down and contemplate the two-wheeled goodness I had experienced.
One of the reasons I’ve been too preoccupied to write about my adventures was due to the fact I had family coming in to town for a certain kid’s wedding.
But, enough about the past. Or, at least the 2 weeks ago past. Let’s talk about last week. ‘Cause I managed to ride, and assuming I finish this entry, I’m also managing to write about it!
On a rare Monday ride, I joined Jacob for a good old-fashioned Roxy Ann flogging. Climbing and descending both trails and the road to the top while keeping a strong pace isn’t easy, but somehow we survived.
Tuesday, I planned on riding with Ruth before she met up with the ladies for their weekly ride. We got a late start, so I was more than happy to join the girls when invited by a majority of them. Ok. It was only 2 or 3, but at least they invited me!
I met up with Jacob again Wednesday afternoon for a quick climbing session on some of the hills in East Medford. Hillcrest to Pineridge still brings back bitter memories of my failed Everest attempts. I mighta cried a little, but I don’t think Jacob noticed.
Thursday I rode….my motorcycle to a winery and had some good food and wine. But, I did ride my mtb on Friday. A group of us headed up to MOTR for some trail ripping. A couple laps later, we were sweaty, dirty, poison oaky, hungry, and maybe a little tired.
That’s it for riding last week. I could stop here. Maybe I should stop here. But, one of my good friends claims to enjoy reading about a hike now and then too. If you aren’t that sort of person, just click on over to YouTube or something now because Sunday was about hiking. And, trying not to be so scared that I would need a helicopter to rescue me!
It was up to Diamond Lake for 2 of my CYCLING friends (See? I’m not the only one!) and I to hike the pointy peak known as Mount Thielsen.
Ruth, Jared, and I were joined by Jared’s cousin, Tristan, and Ruth’s friends, Nicole and Jen for the expedition. After a nice smooth, though steadily climbing, trail, we left the tree line and were faced with a nice shale-filled climb to the base of the peak. As we reached the final push to the top, the group had dwindled down to Ruth, Jared, and I.
I started first up the final 80 feet or so of rock scaling before having second thoughts after making the mistake of looking down and seeing the ground thousands of feet below waiting to catch me if I slipped. With Jared and I hesitating (I like to think we were contemplating the sanity of our situation), Ruth went right past us and kept climbing. I looked at Jared. He looked at me. We started climbing.
Well. I’m not sure why I just made myself relive that. Now I’m all anxious again.
I have to say, the experience of dangling from a rock that far up was scarier than anything I’ve done on a bike so far. I hope it stays that way for a long time.