Trail Note
Yesterday Jeff and I helped a friend move, so this morning we found ourselved tired and sore. We had planned on going on a long bike ride (bike vacation, STP and Courage Classic looming), so we really had to motivate to get ourselves on the road. We managed to get ourselves going by planning a shorter ride (2 hours rather than the originally planned 3) ending at Redhook Brewery in Woodinville. The trail was packed with families (apparently Mothers Day brings out the active instinct in Seattlites). We did do our 2 hours plus a little bit (27? miles), starting in Woodinville and riding south along Samamish Lake. It was a beautiful afternoon, warm (ish) and sunny. I rode with my clip-in pedals for the second time without incident. In addition to the families, we saw many birds, baseball players, and cricketeers (don't know what they're really called, but that's our name for them). We finished, as promised, with lunch (salmon sandwitch and nachos) and a pitcher at Redhook. Mmm... We were among dozens of cyclists restoring ourselves with the "well-built" beer and food at the Ploughman's Pub. Only in Seattle (and perhaps Portland) will you find a community that shares my view that the combo of biking and beer makes for the perfect afternoon.
Yesterday Jeff and I helped a friend move, so this morning we found ourselved tired and sore. We had planned on going on a long bike ride (bike vacation, STP and Courage Classic looming), so we really had to motivate to get ourselves on the road. We managed to get ourselves going by planning a shorter ride (2 hours rather than the originally planned 3) ending at Redhook Brewery in Woodinville. The trail was packed with families (apparently Mothers Day brings out the active instinct in Seattlites). We did do our 2 hours plus a little bit (27? miles), starting in Woodinville and riding south along Samamish Lake. It was a beautiful afternoon, warm (ish) and sunny. I rode with my clip-in pedals for the second time without incident. In addition to the families, we saw many birds, baseball players, and cricketeers (don't know what they're really called, but that's our name for them). We finished, as promised, with lunch (salmon sandwitch and nachos) and a pitcher at Redhook. Mmm... We were among dozens of cyclists restoring ourselves with the "well-built" beer and food at the Ploughman's Pub. Only in Seattle (and perhaps Portland) will you find a community that shares my view that the combo of biking and beer makes for the perfect afternoon.
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