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Blueberry day 1

Our tour has begun.

We had quite a bit left to do this morning before we could leave. I went for a grocery and ATM run. We packed up the bike cases, which the inn we’re staying at the beginning and end were kind enough to store for us (I’m always uneasy leaving anything that looks like it might be valuable in sight in a car, especially for days). We packed up the panniers. We packed up ourselves, geared up for a rainy day.

We also needed to do test rides on the bikes, to make sure everything was assembled and adjusted correctly. My rear brake was rubbing again. We made it happy, then added Ruth and it rubbed again. After a bunch of fiddling, with Tom’s help, we figured out the wheel needed to be seated more carefully to avoid misaligning it. The skewer also needed to be made tighter than usual so it didn’t have room to flex with the extra weight of a stoker.

Finally, Tom gave me a ride to park the car, then took me back and picked up Marna. They headed back to park their car. They put their bikes together in the lot while we rode the bikes to meet them.

We rode through town and then along a path. We had a choice between a bike ferry or a bridge. Ferry, of course. So we went down that way, past some gates, only to find that yesterday was the last day of the ferry season. Back we went, to the bridge.

We stopped for lunch at a park. The inn provided a generous breakfast basket, with yogurt and apples and croissant sandwiches. We were able to save enough for lunch, along with some snacks otherwise procured. While we were getting ready to go, a guy in a car asked Tom some questions. Tom impressed us by conversing with him in French. He was asking about our trip. As we left he took pictures or maybe video.

We stopped for ice cream in Saint-cœur-de-marie. On the way out of town we came to a one-way construction section. Tom again spoke to the flagger, and we determined we could go ahead of the group. Fortunately it was pretty short and mostly downhill.

Before long we made it into the Parc national de la Pointe-Taillon, for a stretch through a forest and bog on a fine gravel trail. There was a longer loop, but we decided to keep it simple, plus there was a warning about unstable ground. Along the way we saw a pair of cranes.

Eventually we made it out of the park. The road switched back to pavement. There was a large uphill marked for the Blueberry Trail. But that was for tomorrow, today we’d go the other way down to the B&B.

But then Anne realized the roads had changed. We needed to go up that hill after all. Up we went to the intersection, and then up that hill. I pushed Ruth to the limit, but we made it up. Anne and Max worked hard, too, but ended up walking the last bit. But they really weren’t much slower.

The actual driveway to the B&B was a little treacherous with loose gravel down to the lake. I’ll probably walk it tomorrow. The proprietor greeted us, then was kind enough to drive Anne and Max to pick up dinner and help her pick some local treats. We ended up with meat pie combos, plus hot dogs and grilled cheese for the kids. For dessert we had blueberry pie (good), sugar pie (.. less good), and chocolate covered blueberries (very good). We hung out by the fire for a while and roasted marshmallows. We were tired, but it was a very lovely evening.

Marna and Tom ended up getting a different hotel down the road. Tomorrow they have a pretty long day, since they’re staying even further down. So they’re going to do their own thing. We probably won’t see them until the next day.

Altogether it was a successful day. We’re feeling the lack of training, but both kids are doing great and keeping a good attitude. Ruth is an excellent partner, though we’re still working out some of the finer details. Max and Anne seem to be doing well, too.

Tomorrow will be a challenge. It’s the longest ride of the tour. It’s supposed to be flat, which is nominally easier. But I find flat sometimes harder, since there’s less of a progression. Plus, we’ll probably be sore from today. Hopefully a good night’s sleep will help with that.

Prelude to a Blueberry

So far all of our bike tours have been ones that we can drive to. So they’ve all been pretty close to the west coast. We’ve talked about going further, like maybe Europe. We even got couplers for both tandems to keep the options open, but the logistics seem like so much work.

Anne found the Véloroute des Bluets, a loop around a lake in Quebec. We decided to go for it. We even invited my sister and husband, Marna and Tom, to join us. And now the time has come. We start our four day tour tomorrow.

It’s already taken a lot of work to get here. We didn’t do nearly enough training, but figuring out flying with the bikes was a task. With the couplers, each frame breaks down into three main pieces. There’s a bunch more disassembly, but we’re able to fit each bike into a pair of standard sized checked bags.

We flew into Montreal yesterday. When the cases arrived in baggage claim, two of the four were partially opened. We don’t know if the TSA inspected and failed to close, or if the latches got bumped just right, or something else. Fortunately nothing was missing, but my front shifter cable got caught in the opening and took some battle damage. We think it’ll be okay though. And if I had to lose one cable, that’s the one I would choose.

Then there’s getting from the airport to the start point. We flew into Montreal yesterday, and had a full sized SUV reserved. There was some snafu so a car wasn’t ready for us. But eventually we got going, with a tight fit. (Everything easily fit in our minivan. Why are huge SUVs actually so small?)

Today we arrived at the start point in Alma, and met up with Marna and Tom. Marna kept Max busy while Anne, Ruth, Tom, and I put together the bikes. It took a couple hours, and we have a little finishing work to do in the morning, but I think we’re in a good place. The biggest issue was with my rear brake. Somehow the mount bent in a bit such that the rotor was rubbing against the brake itself. So we muscled it back. We’ll see tomorrow how well we did.

Marna and Tom drove in from Boston, so they have lighter weight assembly to do.

It’s supposed to rain for most of tomorrow. It will make for an interesting start to the ride. I’m also not quite sure how well all our riding styles will mesh. But we can always just split up and see each other in the evenings.

Portland Bridge Pedal 2024

We haven’t done a lot of rides, organized or otherwise, since moving to Portland. We’re doing a tour in Quebec next week and really should be doing more training. So today we did the Bridge Pedal, probably the most extravagant organized ride we’ve participated in.

The ride is a big meandering loop through downtown, crossing many of the bridges across the Willamette River. Almost the entire route was closed to other traffic, with just a few intersections kept open. And even those had police or other flaggers keeping things moving. All the route options are relatively short, but riding from home to the start point added a few miles. We opted for the 20 mile Main Ride, hitting eight different bridge. With Hawthorne repeated, and the ride in/out, we made a total of 13 bridge crossings.

We wanted to be there for the official start of 7:30, so targeted a 6:30 rollout. Of course, we didn’t quite hit that, between inflating tires, adjusting seats, and actually getting out the door. We left home on our two tandems, heading west towards downtown. We crossed the Blumenauer pedestrian/cyclist bridge across 84, then Burnside Bridge to get to the start point a little before the opening.

There were masses of people, filling the street for several blocks. They let folks leave in waves, but it was still very crowded. We merged in and quickly crossed the Morrison Bridge to the east side.

Next came the longest section, a loop around south along the Springwater Corridor multiuse trail, past Oaks Park and to the Sellwood Bridge. Max just had a week of cycling adventure camp near Oaks Park, so he told us about the various places they went and stopped for snacks. We crossed Sellwood, dodging the cyclists stopping to photos.

Then it was back north on the west side, along a mix of smaller roads and Macadam Ave. Heading back downtown, it was time for a knot of rapid crossing and recrossings. We crossed the Hawthorne Bridge, where the grate decking was covered with plywood for our benefit. Then south a bit to the Ross Island Bridge, looping back north and retracing our steps to take Hawthorne again. This time, some of the plywood had slid under itself, so Anne and Max had to go up on the sidewalk. Ruth and I were a little behind, and by the time we got moving the plywood was back in place.

Then it was time for some interstate action. The route had us going across the Marquam Bridge (a double-decker that carries I-5) and then along I-405 to the Fremont Bridge (another double decker). There was a rest area with snacks, music, and general crowds on both. The whole south/eastbound direction of the interstates was closed for our benefit.

Riding on an interstate has been on my bucket list for a long time. We didn’t get to do it on the west coast tour (we went through Pendelton instead). While we did bike on an interstate, I’m not sure it counts when the whole direction is closed and all lanes of traffic are crowded with cyclist. But it was still a neat experience to be at the top of these bridges overlooking the city.

For the final leg of the route, we cut back south to the Steel Bridge, leading to the finish. There were ice cream sandwiches, completion medals for the kids, and general celebration. We hung out for a bit before it was time to figure out how to get home. There were some grander ideas, but in the end we decided to just retrace our steps in the morning.

The last few miles of a ride are usually the longest. In this case, we had a slight downhill in the morning towards the river that we needed to pay back on the way home. Still we arrived home in good spirits.

Most of the ride was intense, as it was crowded throughout. But it would have to be crowded to shut down all the roads. And it was good to get some saddle time, especially for Ruth and I to gain confidence and gel as a tandem team.