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Mountain Bike Ride in McDonad Forest

It wasn't my plan for the weekend. I started out yesterday to do a nice long road ride. I was going to do the Alsea Look clockwise and throw in Mary's Peak if I had enough left in me. But right away I had a new clickety noise I couldn't pin down. After several failed adjustments I turned around and headed home, hoping I'd have time to get to a mechanic and still get a ride in. Mechanic I talked to said it sounded like the bottom bracket and he'd be able to take a look at it next Friday. Ugh. Yesterday was also the hottest day of the year hear. My house was nice and cool so I took a nap.

Mary's Peak from Bald Hill
Mary's Peak from Bald Hill

Highway 20

US Highway 20

I live a block away from US Highway 20. Actually between Corvallis and Phillomath, US 20 shares the road with state Highway 34. On the west end of Philomath they split up and 34 heads southwest to Waldport while 20 heads due west to Newport.

Highway 20 to Newport

Onshore winds

I grew up on the beach. This was on the other coast, depending on your orientation. As a teenager summers revolved around surfing. If you wanted glassy well shaped waves you had to get up early. By late morning the onshore winds would pick up and before long the surf resembled a frothy soup. We didn't care much for onshore winds. Some days we'd just sit out there hoping maybe the wind would die down, but it never did. We didn't have anything else to do, other than maybe sit on the beach, so it didn't really matter. The onshore winds cut our fun short, and since wind surfing hadn't been invented yet were pretty much useless as far as we were concerned. On rare days, especially in the Fall when the hurricane swells were coming in the onshore wind would retreat in the face of an offshore wind. The offshore winds would hold up the curls making for the best waves we ever had.

50 years later I'm on the opposite coast (once again depending on your orientation) and living 60 miles from the ocean. I ride 6 miles to work in the morning and 6 miles home in the afternoon. As the days warmed up in the Spring I started noticing my old adversary in my face every afternoon. Now that its Summer that old onshore wind is my constant companion on my rides home from work. It manages to blow over 60 miles and over the coast mountains to try and beat me back. Each day I grunt and bare it, telling myself what a great workout I'm getting. But deep inside I'm just waiting for some monster wind to spring up out of the Cascades and blow that onshore wind back out to sea where it belongs. When that wind comes I'll just sit up and sail on home.

Mary's Peak

I'd been waiting for a warm day to try Mary's Peak. It's the highest point in the Coast Range so I knew it would be a great climb.

Here are the pictures. Descriptions coming soon.

Lush Coast Range Foliage