AWESOME CLAIRE!

Look forward to seeing some more photos when you get them onto your website
& thanks for posting the story!

***waves victory flag***

8D



C.


"Claire Petersky" wrote in message
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2004 STP trip report



SUMMARY

Left Seattle July 9 6:20 AM

Arrived Chehalis July 9 6:20 PM

Left Chehalis July 10 6:40 AM

Arrived Portland, OR July 10 6:45 PM

Distance Saturday - 107 miles

Distance Sunday - 97 miles



Stops: Seward Park (Seattle), Kent, Puyallup, Spanaway, McKenna, Rainier
(WA), Tenino, Centralia, Winlock, Vader, Castle Rock, Lexington, Rainier
(OR), Goble, St. Helens, Scappouse. Detailed route map:
http://www.cascade.org/EandR/stp/pdf...temap_2005.pdf



Weather Saturday: partly cloudy in the morning, afternoon sun; temps from
mid 60s to mid 70s.

Weather Sunday: rain with occasional showers in the morning, brief periods
of rain in the afternoon; temps in the mid 60s to lower 70s.



Participants: Claire, aged 43; Rose aged 12. Pick-up and drop-off support
by David (husband and Dad).



The bike: 21 speed Davidson Century tandem, about 25 years old, nicknamed
"the School Bus". It's yellow and black, about as long and maneuverable as
a school bus, and weighs about the same, too.



Photos available for view at http://www.marathonfoto.com. Put in the STP,
the name Petersky, and a bib number of 2622. This link might work, too:
http://tinyurl.com/7keb8.



Capsule version of trip report: Claire and Rose manage to bicycle 204
miles over two days without killing themselves, each other, or anyone
else. Obstacles were poor sleep, occasional rain and headwinds, and hills.
Facilitators were frequent breaks, singing, and teamwork.



TRIP REPORT

All day Friday before the ride it rained, and rained hard and
continuously. I'm sure we weren't the only ones nervously consulting the
weather report throughout the day, hoping for a clearing in the forecast.



Saturday morning I woke up at 4:00, and then lay in bed until 4:40, and
then finally got up. I got dressed and ejected Rose out of bed at 5:00.
The street was dry, and the rising sun showed that we might be in for a
nice day. We backed out of the driveway at 5:37 AM. The more direct 520
bridge was closed for routine maintenance, and it took us a little more
time to get to the U-District where the ride begins.



It was a madhouse as we got closer to the start line, so I had David (who
heroically got up at 5:00 to eat breakfast with us and take us to the
start) drop us off at the top of the hill at the Burke Museum. He then had
to slog through the traffic while we zipped down the sidewalk with the
other bikes to the start. There was no wait at the start line, the mob had
just been released, and we took off at about 6:20.



Rose decided she'd like to use the last flush toilet for 75 miles, at
Seward Park (mile 10). When I got out of the bathrooms, I tried to find
her. Great, less than an hour into the ride, and I can't find her.
Millions of bikes, people - where is she? Turns out she was on the swings
at the playground. Dang!



We got back on the bike and took off. We have done the whole section along
the lake now several times in our training rides, and it wasn't until we
were south of Renton that we started on new ground for the two of us. We
pulled into the Kent food stop (mile 24) at 8:30, about as early as I
could have hoped. I saw Dan Carey there, a co-worker, on his first STP. I
also saw a note on the message board from the dad of my younger daughter's
friend, cheering us on, which made me feel great.



Back on the bikes, nice flat countryside, and soon we were in Sumner. The
road there had been completely taken out, and it was basically a pot-holed
mudbath. We could have made it through there on our thick tires, but not
with everyone else dismounted, so we gingerly walked our bikes through the
mud. I was surprised to clip right in - other cyclists were spraying their
shoes with their water bottles, trying to clean up before getting back in.



We took another break at the Puyallup mini-stop, shed some clothes, and
then faced (ominous music inserted here): The Hill. It's only a 5% grade
for a mile, but it's the steepest and longest hill of the ride. We pulled
out twice on the way up to catch our breath, but otherwise had no
difficulty overcoming this formidable obstacle. That conquered, we had
some rollers on the South Tacoma plateau, which always take longer than I
think they should, and we finally got in to lunch at the Spanaway food
stop at mile 54 at about 11:45. We hit the place while the lunch rush was
still on, and it took awhile to get through the enormous food and potty
lines to manage in-flow and out-flow.



Traffic was pretty gnarly in the exurban sprawl in and around this area,
and it was a relief to get off it and on to Highway 507. This long,
forested section runs behind Fort Lewis. There wasn't much out there other
than a headwind. We took a break at the McKenna mini stop (mile 69), and I
could tell Rose was flagging. We took another break at an unofficial stop
at Rainier (mile 77), and Rose was getting even more tired and
discouraged. We talked about stopping there and having Dad just pick us
up, and about just making it to the Tenino mini-stop at mile 87. Rose
decided she could make it to Tenino. Tenino is my favorite mini-stop -
nestled in a city park of enormous conifers, it's shady when it's hot,
sheltered when the weather is bad, and it has a flush toilet as well as
porta-potties.



We did make it into Tenino, and we rested in the shade of the big firs. I
saw my parents' friend Sidney Abrams there. He is in his late 70s, and
still doing STP year after year. We also ran into one of Rose's teachers
from her middle school, who was most enthusiastic to see us. I bought us
orange creamsicles from a kid selling them out of an ice chest. Man those
were good! We refilled our water jugs, and were ready at that point to
push on to Centralia.



The worst of the day for Rose was over. I think that she could feel like
Chehalis was within reach now, and was able to get on the bike again with
good cheer. And quite honestly, we made it to Centralia (mile 100) by 5:45
in what felt like the fastest time of the ride that day.



We took another brief break, mostly to eat more creamsicles (they're free
for riders in Centralia). We got back on the bikes, and I felt inspired to
sing. I started with "Onward Christian Soldiers", but Rose objected to the
military nature of this hymn. We did a round of Rabbi Zeller's "I am
Alive" instead, and then Rose asked, "what was that song we sang at the
Martin Luther King march?" She tried a few bars of it, and I realized it
was "I'm On My Way". (You can hear a snippet of it he
http://tinyurl.com/akx2c, traditional lyrics he
http://www.songsforteaching.com/bill.../imonmyway.htm) We sang it as:



I'm on my way (echoed: I'm on my way)

To Che-ha-lis (To Chehalis)

I'm on my way (I'm on my way)

To Che-ha-lis (To Chehalis)

(together):

I'm on my way

To Chehalis

I'm on my way, oh yes!

I'm on my way.



We dug in especially on the "Oh Yes!" of this song.



We did more songs, all the way to Chehalis (mile 107), and Rose was into
her second wind, and very much into the singing. We arrived then in
Chehalis pretty happy at 6:25. Even if Rose was doing an adult-sized ride,
you can tell she's still a bit of a little kid, because while I was
calling our host in Chehalis for pick-up, she was on the cool play
equipment in the city park.



Two other sets of STP riders were staying with our host, and they got dibs
on the better beds, so Rose and I had the pull-out bed in the living room.
We had showers, an adequate dinner, and turned in about 9:00.



It was a pretty miserable night's sleep. The neighbors across the way had
a couple dozen vehicles parked on their spread, and they were throwing a
party. There was drinking, hooting and hollering all night long, with
country music being played full-blast and a fireworks display was shot off
at 10:30. I'm used to sharing a bed with my husband, but not with Rose.
It was a thin, hide-a-bed mattress. They had three clocks that loudly
ticked and one that chimed, giving me a little alarm wake-up call on the
hour. At 2:00 AM I wandered about the house, pulling every ticking clock
off the wall and put them all in the bathroom and shut the door on them.
(I never did find the chiming clock, though, until morning.) I took a
little throw blanket off a chair and slept on another sofa they had, and
finally got two hours of continuous sleep until 5:00, when our hosts
started in on breakfast prep.



Rose was also a bit of a zomboid, and crankily wondering how the heck she
was going to ride nearly a hundred miles that day. Privately, I was
worried too. We did a training ride in the early spring with her not
having had enough sleep, and it was basically me towing a hundred-pound
weight while she moaned about feeling like crap.



Further, it had apparently started raining in the middle of the night, and
it was continuing to rain, and it didn't look much like it was letting up
anytime soon.



Finally, our hosts fed us oatmeal, normally a fine breakfast, but not a
fine breakfast to ride a century on in my books.



Nonetheless, we started off from the park in Chehalis in the rain,
because, what else are you going to do? As we started out of the city
proper, Rose started singing again, "I'm on my way.to Portland" which was
an instant mood brightener for both of us. We sang together for a few more
miles, until the Napavine hill took our breath away, the second worst hill
of the STP. This one is just as steep as the Puyallup one, except it's a
bit shorter.



Then it was a series of rollers, with an emphasis on downhill, and we
pulled into Winlock (mile 120) at about 7:45. I suggested that we have a
second breakfast, and we ambled into the Legion Hall for pancakes and
eggs. After that, there were more rollers, and although we did our best to
use tandem teamwork and momentum to swing ourselves back up after coming
down, we still had to put it into a lower gear and huff and puff to
complete each one. It continued to alternate between rain, sprinkles, mist
and showers.



At Vader, Rose noted that the main drag is "D Street", and jokingly
speculated that it stood for "Darth". I thought that was pretty funny.



When we got to Castle Rock (mile 140), we were pretty tired of rollers,
let me tell you. We hung out for a bit in the school gym, where it was
warm and dry. Then we pushed on to the Lexington food stop (mile 147) at
11:30 for lunch. I thought the barbecued chicken wraps were pretty good,
but Rose, a vegetarian, did not want necrotic avian tissues, and opted for
a pb&j. At this rest stop we ran into some folks who participated in the
early spring "Pre-teen/teen tandem team" training rides I led - they all
seemed to be doing just great.



After lunch, the rain had pretty much stopped. Rose heard me talking to
other folks at lunch regarding the Longview bridge (see:
http://www.wsdot.wa.gov/environment/...owlitz_089.htm)
, and she was viewing this upcoming portion of the ride with trepidation.
We'd pass by a few bridges in Longview, and each time she would ask, "is
that the Longview bridge?" "is that the Longview bridge?" and I told her
that that bridge was a panty-waist nothing bridge over the Cowlitz River,
and she'd know the mighty Longview bridge over the Columbia when we came
to it.



The bridge came into view. "Whoa. Whoa", said Rose, when she finally
spotted it. Since the bridge is heavily trafficked and has these funky
expander joints, they close traffic periodically and then escort us 2-day
STPers up and over the bridge. We were among the slow-pokes up and over
the bridge, but we made it, no problem. When we went over a big metal
plate on the way down I saw about two dozen water bottles by the side of
the road that had fallen off of bikes who hit the plate a little too
hard - a pretty funny sight.



Right after the bridge is the town of Rainier, Oregon (mile 154). Rose
managed to parlay our stop there into a more extensive break - we got
pretzels at the convenience store and she had a goo. We went a little
further down the road, and then had another relatively long break at the
Goble mini-stop (mile 162). The wrench there wasn't busy, so I had him
look at the tandem's fore-crank (creaked under stress), and we completely
demolished the bag of pretzels purchased in Rainier.



I was apprehensive about riding through Deer Island because there was an
alternative music concert going on there, and I was worried about traffic
and parked cars. This part of the ride actually turned out to be much
easier than I had previously remembered. Maybe it was better because it
was still overcast - I'm usually going through this treeless stretch
during the heat of the day, and it was quite bareable without the sun
baking on your head.



We finally got into the St. Helens Food Stop (mile 175) at 3:45. We had
popcorn, some really tasty watermelon, and then wandered over to the
adjacent McDonalds for milk shakes.



It is basically downhill from St. Helens to Scappouse, but it still
requires turning pedals.We had had a headwind through the Columbia gorge
all afternoon, and the continual roar of traffic on US 30 was getting
increasingly tedious. By the time we hit the Scappouse mini-stop (mile
185), we were both pretty beat. I lay down on the concrete at the
mini-stop, and it felt like a feather mattress. I did not want to get up.
But, we both sucked down goos, I had a couple of ibuprophen, and away we
went.



Rose was really counting the miles at this point. I remembered that there
was an uptick after Scappouse, but it was really more like a set of three
rollers, and Rose got mad at me for advertising it as just one. We had
a...captain/stoker disagreement, shall we say, at the top of one of these
rollers, and we popped off the synch chain. This is actually pretty hard
to do, because it is fixed (no derailleur), and I guess shows the level of
emotion involved. I ended up having to invert the tandem to get the synch
chain back on.



As we got closer to the Portland city limits, I managed to pick up a
little paceline. We had been riding alone (very occasionally pulling a
line, but who really wants to draft a tandem at 12 mph?) pretty much for
the entire ride. Considering the headwinds, even at our slow pace, having
some folks in front made a bit of a difference. We started singing, "I'm
on my way (I'm on my way)/To the Finish Line (to the Finish Line)", which
again raised our spirits. We finally got off of Highway 30 with our
new-found friends, and it began to feel like maybe we could get to that
finish line, and maybe even over it before it officially closed at 7:00
PM.



There's a steep short street after you enter Portland. Just before we got
there, Rose growled at me, "You'd better work with me as a team - I'm not
pulling you up that hill like last time." I'm not sure exactly what she
was referring to, but I put the metal to the pedal and we bounced up those
few blocks in short order. The rest of the way in was on a new route, much
improved from the previous years'.



Finally, I could point out the buildings that were surrounding the park,
and the orange cones directing bikes into the finish line. We spotted Emma
and Dad running along the street, yelling to us. We saw the FINISH LINE
banner, and rode right in to meet them.



I nearly burst into tears when we crossed over. We made it, and with
plenty of time to spare before the official closure at 7:00 PM.



The rest of the story? We were too late for the shower trucks, and it took
us a while to clean up, find dinner, and drive home. We got back to the
house at nearly midnight. I went straight from the car into my nightie and
went to bed.



Doing this ride this year with Rose was as tough for me as doing it as a
one-day, double-century three years ago. Part of it is simply the weight
of the tandem, and having to steer and maneuver such a large and unwieldy
bike. It takes much more upper body strength than just riding a single,
and my shoulders are still sore - much sorer than my legs or my butt. It's
also so much more tiring just to be on the road for so many more hours of
the day. If I look at last year's trip report, I was on the road for about
8 hours each day; this year I was on the road for more than 12 hours each
day. Yes, I had more breaks along the way, and longer ones, but it isn't
like being able to take a shower, sit under a tree, and read a book after
your day is done.



Another factor was the leadership role I was in as captain of our team. I
was playing the role of both drill sergeant and cheerleader. There was
little room for me to complain, or even be tired. I felt the
responsibility to exemplify a positive, "can-do" attitude for the ride.



I was very, very proud of Rose for her efforts. If this was a tough for
me, it must have been a doubly tough for her. She had many more
uncertainties - about the route, and about her own abilities to make it.
How many 12 year olds (much less, adults) are willing to make the
commitment to train for, and then complete, such a tremendous ride? Her
natural tendency, too, is to be doom-and-gloom about nearly everything,
but I could see her striving to be positive, to talk positive to herself
and to me, and to keep her - and my - spirits up for the ride. Her
strength, and her fortitude, are downright amazing. Rose, you are
something else!



--
Warm Regards,



Claire Petersky
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