Happy Monday, maniacs! I hope your workweek is shaping up synergistically, and you are well-rested from the weekend’s leisurely pursuits.
I took advantage of a sunny afternoon, and the Washington State Transit authority this weekend to pedal in pursuit of leisure around Puget Sound.
I finally put my trusty steed’s newly-installed touring racks through their paces to play bicycle Bedouin for an overnight trip to Bainbridge Island!
I packed up my panniers Friday morning and rode into work for an early meeting.
Shortly after lunch, however, I succumbed to an irresistible urge for the sun on my face and the saddle between my legs. Who am I to ignore the call of the open road?
I made my way from work for the waterfront ferry terminal.
I arrived JUST in time…to watch my scheduled sailing pull away from the dock.
Discouraged and dispirited after missing my ferry, I wandered around the waterfront in search of stimulation. Luckily, I live in Seattle; chemical mood enhancement and opportunities for scenic observation are NEVER in short supply.
Eventually I made it onto a ferry, then set sail for parts unknown!
The ferry ride to Bainbridge Island lasted half of an hour. After reaching dry land, I re-mounted my bicycle and made my way to Fay Bainbridge State park, on the northern edge of the island.
Once my campsite was established, I immediately decided to slip out of my spandex and into something a little more comfortable.
After setting up my tent, I wandered around a little bit to observe what Fay Bainbridge State Park has to offer.
Although my appetite for exploration was thoroughly sated, my appetite for carbohydrates would not be ignored. My stomach started grumbling, so I decided to make myself dinner.
Dessert was facilitated by the fine human beings responsible for Justin’s Peanut Butter.
While I indulged I realized that from a nutritional standpoint peanut butter cups I brought for dessert are practically indistinguishable from the granola bars I brought for extreme athletic endurance fuel.
Check out that 4:1 carbohydrate to protein ratio!
The clif bar appears to have slightly less protein than the peanut butter cups…I’ve decided to ditch granola bars from my repetoire of trail-snacks.
Visions of peanut butter dancing through my brain, I started re-thinking my fueling strategy for my next marathon. Chewing on the run is challenging, but when there’s a will there’s a way…and there’s ALWAYS a will for peanut butter. Peanut butter cups are probably paleo, and DEFINITELY gluten free. What could possibly go wrong?
After seriously considering the merits of running a marathon with a fanny-pack full of candy, I decided to put myself to bed.
I slept for 10 hours. It was glorious. I assume some pharmaceutical company must be working on unlocking the molecular mechanism underlying the tranquilizing effects of sleeping in a tent. I always rest SO well when I’m camping. Sleeping outside rejuvenates my body and my brain far better than ANY entheogenic compound.
After regaining consciousness, I made myself breakfast, broke camp, and got ready to SIEZE the DAY!
I mounted my bike for a thirty mile tour around Kitsap County. First I forded the Agate Passage to return to mainland Washington.
Next, I pointed my handlebars southward towards the local viking encampment: Poulsbo, Washington.
I foraged high and low for provisions in potentially hostile territory.
My supply-raid was cut short by an encounter with one of this nordic niche’s native inhabitants. A viking maiden prevented me from pillaging Poulsbo’s espresso reserves.
I quickly realized that I would be no match for this fair maiden in a melee. Intimidated by a short woman with a long sword, I remounted my bicycle and proceeded southward to Bremerton.
I pedaled aboard the ferry, and rewarded my morning’s efforts with
a single cup two extra large cups of the most revolting coffee in all of the Pacific Northwest.
The Seattle skyline was certainly a sight for sore eyes after my weekend wanderings.
My fair city was also a sight for sore muscles: my house is seven miles uphill from the waterfront.
I had a fantastic weekend exploring my surroundings in Puget Sound. I love that I managed to cross three county lines via multiple modes of transportation, none of which was an automobile. It was great to get some practice riding with a set of fully packed panniers. Normally I ride my bike in the context of dabblings with multi-sport, where I endeavor to unencumber myself and lighten my load as much as possible. It felt perverse to pile tons and tons of ultra-light gear onto my bike’s beautiful frame. Luckily my cycle rose admirably to the occasion, and my legs were (mostly) up to the challenge of riding a loaded bike uphill. I didn’t encounter any major disasters or mechanical failures, although I did forget to bring a ground-cloth for my tent.
I can’t wait for my next opportunity to get out on the open road!
QUICK SURVEY: Peanut Butter Cups or Granola Bars?
The answer is peanut butter. The answer is always peanut butter.