Sisley Creek Scribblings: Cycle Oregon 2008, part the third: Halfway

The proverbial writer's block sets in at the most unexpected times, or it does to me anyway. That's why it's been so long since my last post. Just when one thinks that one will accomplish great works of literature, suddenly the mind goes blank and the creative juices dry up until the writer's brain is as barren of words as the Sahara Desert is of ferns and mosses. So to speak...

Then, just when you least expect it, a veritable torrent of words forms in the brain, all clamoring to get out...

So now, at last, the saga of this year's Cycle Oregon continues...

I won't comment on the weather from here on out except to say that it was beautiful the whole week. Anyone who is so meteorologically inclined can probably look up that week on the National Weather Service website and find out daily temps, etc...

The ride from Baker to Halfway was relatively uneventful, for me at least. There was a police traffic stoppage at the bottom of Flagstaff Hill outside of Baker, because, as rumor had it later, someone tangled wheels with someone else at the top of the hill and tried to make an impression on a passing RV. Didn't hurt the RV at all, and I heard that the cyclist was mainly just scuffed up. Apparently his guardian angel had a hand on his jersey collar...

The traffic stoppage made for some very nice, traffic-free riding for quite a while, which was nice, considering that the Richland Highway is the only means of getting from Baker to that part of the world and is generally on the busy side...

The first rest stop held a couple of photo ops. The first was a really well done rendition of the classic T-bucket street rod...

The second was the presence of Billy Bear. The story of Billy has been told elsewhere, so let us just suffice to say that Billy was once an alcoholic bruin and is now on the wagon. And occasionally on the blue rooms...

The ride down the Powder River to Richland was a lark, punctuated by one relatively short climb just when the day was starting to heat up. There is a nice wide turnout at the top of that hill where Dance Hall Road takes off and goes around the hill which made for a dandy "stop and catch my breath" place. From there it was a really nice flight down to lunch...

At this point I would like to interject a brief discourse on the Cycle Oregon food. Apparently there are those in the cycling world who feel that since they paid their money that the food should be catered strictly to their tastes and to purgatory with anyone else. Consequently there has been a good bit of bitching about the food on the Cycle Oregon Forum in the aftermath of what I consider to be a great vacation. I personally wasn't one of the prima donna's doing the bitching. I like the food on Cycle Oregon, except for the Friday salmon, but I don't care for salmon anyway. Lunch at Richland was a chicken salad wrap with mayo, which I found to be delicious. "Too much mayo before a climb" lamented some later. To which I say, "Get over it! They're doing the best they can!"

Rant mode off...

After lunch was the climb up Halfway Hill. This is a relentless climb which I am not ashamed to say occasioned a couple of rest stops, er, photo ops before the top.

The view from the curve at the top of the first big climb up Halfway Hill is great. You can see Richland, and part of Oxbow Reservoir (arrow in the picture) and a long ways across the hills. But then you get back on your bike, and start spinning again. Then came the glorious flight to the bottom. I would have gladly paid one of the sag drivers to take me back to the top so I could make that trip again...

I had decided ahead of time that the layover day in Halfway would be a true layover day. No biking, just working on my beached whale imitation. The rest of the gang decided to ride to lunch, which was downhill going and uphill coming back, except for Mike, who bravely got together with a bunch of the other guys from Boise for a hammerfest all the way to Hells Canyon Dam and back. Mike is a true road animal, but when he got back he looked thoroughly toasted. He was muttering something about headwinds and climbs...

Made me glad I didn't go. Instead I did some laundry and just generally goofed off all day. After all, I was on vacation...