July 21, 2023
In Radium: the ride to the east
So yesterday’s plan is today’s plan. It starts the same way, except we wake up and get out the door a half hour even earlier than yesterday, and we don’t need park passes because we picked them up at the visitor center yesterday afternoon. Being mobilized by 7:30 is absolutely heroic by Team Anderson standards, and we’re feeling quite proud of ourselves as we bike past the closed ticket office, continue up the long climb to Sinclair Pass and reach our starting point by about eight.
The ride we have mapped out is a 44 mile OAB, turning back at the Simpson River trailhead. The thinking here is that if today’s ride is attractive enough we can come back up here again tomorrow, drive to the end of today’s ride and continue east from there for a second bite at the apple. The road through the national park has almost ninety miles of reasonably tame cycling, just right for a pair of rides.
One of the concerns we had about this ride is quickly put to rest when we start biking east: there’s very little traffic on the road, and with a ten foot wide smoothly paved shoulder it feels perfectly safe. I’d been imagining a road with minimal or no shoulder and a steady stream of campers, so we’re of course very pleased about this.
Our other anxiety (well, Rachael’s at least) is that a grizzly bear will dash out of the woods, run into the road to steal any food she has in her pannier and then move on to graze on her next. But that doesn’t happen either, fortunately. It’s just us out here along with the occasional chipmunk, bird or mountain goat, none of which feels like a real menace.
So how was the ride? Gorgeous. Stirring mountain and river views without end. And the traffic volume stayed low on the way out, but steadily built up on the way back to the car. If you come up here, early in the day is definitely the time to be out. It’s a disappointment to see no new bird species - I thought surely I’d at least see a Canada jay, but with this huge wilderness available I guess it’s not surprising that the wildlife doesn’t choose to hang out along the road.
On the other hand though, we saw mountain goats! I haven’t seen a wild mountain goat since hiking in the Olympics forty or fifty years ago.
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Video sound track: Bésame Mucho, by Dave Brubeck
Back at the motel, we hid inside and kept cool until dinner time. We drove a short distance to a Mexican restaurant for dinner (the corruption of having a car handy - without it we would have endured the heat and walked). After dinner and after it had cooled down a bit I went out again, driving a couple of miles to the crossing over the Columbia, thinking I might see some birds. Nary a one, but I did get a nice view back toward town.
Today's ride: 44 miles (71 km)
Total: 922 miles (1,484 km)
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